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Post by reid on Oct 2, 2010 7:15:06 GMT -8
Reid walked into the saloon and wiped some sweat from his brow. He sat down at the bar and began looking over a menu. He ordered one of their cheap beers and a hamburger. He had a long day in the barn working his horses and cleaning tack and what not. He would like to buy another horse but he's not sure he could afford it at the moment. An appaloosa mare maybe, then he could breed Moon Dust and get his name out there.Of course the horse needed a few more shows under his belt to be considered very good. However he was still young and their was plenty of time for that. He lit a cigarette at the bar and looked around. The place wasn't dead it looked like their were a few others enjoying the humbleness of the saloon.
He took long drags from the filter and blew them out from his nose while he sipped his beer. It was only his first week here still and he had yet to make an acquittance. He ate his hamburger and began chewing over getting another horse again. Maybe the first step would be to find someone who's horse he could work for them or something. He needed money in his pocket and fast. As he slurped up the last of his beer the waiter brought him another with his hamburger. The food wasn't great but at least it didn't taste like rubber. He loved the bits of cooked onion mixed in with the beef, his mother use to do that. He thought about horses. Maybe he would like a black appy with a big white blanket. Preferably as much main as possible or the ladies wont buy it.
He sat at the bar playing on his cell phone looking at ads online for horses for sale. He could get another baby for cheap and break it his own way. Or he could save up and buy a mare with some championships under her belt and breed her right off the bat. He would sell the baby and hopefully get paid to break it as well. He couldn't imagine his life any other way unfortunate in the world of horses meant you were broke. He dragged on another cigarette in silence.
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Post by pennbarclay on Oct 3, 2010 21:08:58 GMT -8
Penn didn’t mind the other clubs in town, really, despite his more quiet and serious personality he didn’t mind going in there every now and again, if he had someone to go with. Tonight, he was by himself, so he was only heading over to Molly’s for a quiet beer or two by himself. He couldn’t say that he hadn’t been kicked out of there a few times, sometimes, when there were drunker patrons, he tended to attract the ones looking for a fight, and sometimes his temper got the best of him. He was generally good though, and hadn’t been refused admittance at all despite it.
It was quieter tonight, which suited him just fine. He headed over to his usual spot at the bar, mind reeling with dozens of thoughts. Training his horses, they were all going reasonably well...the fact he’d uncharacteristically offered to fix Codi’s truck...he didn’t offer himself so freely, but the woman had seemed like she needed the help...and she was stuck in his head, no matter how hard he tried to shake it...he wasn’t used to it.
“Sorry,” he said, a little gruffly, as he accidentally bumped into the shoulder of a guy seated at the bar, having run into him accidentally whilst not paying attention to where he was going. Not expecting much of a reply, or one at all, he sat at one of the bar stools, leaving one empty one between himself and Reid.
“Just a whiskey,” he told the bartender, pulling his wallet out of his back jean pocket.
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Notes: Sorry it took me so long, ended up crashing whilst I was writing replies, lol.
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Post by reid on Oct 5, 2010 14:10:01 GMT -8
Reid had barley noticed the other man bump into him but he had heard his words. He ordered to shots of Turkey and passed one to the gentlemen who had ordered the whiskey. Reid smiled at him and tipped his hat a bit. He was just that kind of guy. This was his way of saying hello. He held up his glass with the brown liquid splashing around inside. He thought for a moment to try to come up with an appropriate thing to toast to between to people who had never met before.
"To getting up tomorrow and doing it all over again!"
He tipped back his drink and swallowed the shot. It burned all the way down but it was a good burn. It even made the tips of your toes warm. The guy didn't look old but Reid was the younger of the two. He could tell that. However he was use to hanging out with older people. He had always been a little mature for his age. The one thing that did make him feel a little uncomfortable was he dressed like he had money and that was something Reid had never really had a whole lot. He lived by his own standards which appeared a little lower then most others here. A lot of his riding equipment even was hand me downs, such as his chaps, or used like his saddle. That's how he had always lived.
"I'm Reid and you are?"
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Post by pennbarclay on Oct 9, 2010 4:58:06 GMT -8
The other man slid a shot of Turkey over to Penn, a gesture that surprised him a little. Normally when you ran into someone at a bar, they didn’t go buying you a drink. He did nod in his direction, corners of his mouth twitching into a shape that resembled a small, tight smile, a rare occurrence in Penn’s case. "To getting up tomorrow and doing it all over again!" the other man said, and he had to let out a slight chuckle at that, lifting his own shot glass and downing the small portion with a quick flick of his wrist.
“I hear that,” he said, half in response to Reid, and half to himself. He’d managed to pull himself into a lot of work, and was half dreading having to organise everything the next day, organisation wasn’t one of his strong points. He had a sound system to install, thanks to his spontaneous offer to get Codi a free tow for her truck he’d had to offer to put it in for nothing for the driver, and he had to work on her truck, not to mention every other car he had in to be fixed. And he couldn’t miss a day with his horses, he tried not to, it was something he tried to avoid, he worked too hard to get them up to the level he wanted them at.
“Penn,” he replied, a little shortly, but that’s just how he was, he didn’t really have much to say. As an afterthought, he extended a hand to the other man.
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Notes: Sorry it took a while again, work was busy, and left me exhausted.
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Post by reid on Oct 14, 2010 7:46:49 GMT -8
Reid watched the man by him at the bar. He seemed hesitant, maybe a little withdrawn. Reid was all about making new friends but you can't force someone who didn't want to. It seemed as though something was plaguing his companies mind keeping him preoccupied. However, normally you come to a bar to get those things off her mind. With a shot and a beer down my boy was starting to relax a little on his own. He ordered up one last round of shots again offering the extra one to Penn. He downed his shot without even a word enjoying the burn and feeling the alcohol begin to take it's affects.
"You look like you got something on your mind...."
He left it open again. Either the guy could choose to talk and who knows where things could go or they could sit in this awkward silence at the bar. Reid ordered his last beer for the night and took a deep swig. He could feel the soberness wash away and was beginning to feel pretty good. For a change he would sleep without the heavy shoulders of stress tonight.
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Post by pennbarclay on Oct 20, 2010 3:24:51 GMT -8
Penn’s whiskey was delivered, set in front of him, and it didn’t take him long to pick it up and take a mouthful, grimacing slightly at the taste and burn. Not the most pleasant tasting of alcoholic beverages, but it did the trick alright. Which is probably why it was his poison of choice, beer didn’t really appeal to him and vodka just tasted like he’d swallowed a can of fly spray. Not that he was a big drinker anyways, he tended to stop after two, or three, knowing full well he couldn’t control his temper when he was blind drunk. Better to have some sense left to him than to do something he might regret later.
Reid slid another shot over to him, which he accepted, murmuring a soft “Thanks” as he took it.
He had to let out a short laugh. “Nothing major. Just getting myself in over my head with something, that’s all,” he answered, downing the shot once he had finished speaking. He hadn’t really meant to be antisocial at first, he just wasn’t a very big people person. Something he had picked up from his father, a quiet, gruff man, there had been little conversation in their household, unless it was to talk about the horses. And even then, it was swift and hard to come by.
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Notes: Sorry again, I feel really bad for making you wait -_-
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