Reese Miller
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We might not worry about the fall, I guess thats just the cowboy in us all
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Post by Reese Miller on Jul 13, 2010 0:54:31 GMT -5
"It's only Friday cowgirl, it's only Friday." Yawning and rubbing his face he shrunk down further in his chair. Why on earth did he feel tired, it was a Friday night and he was tired. Old age. Yeah if only.
Taking his eyes off the fire he watched a group of people wonder around, stagger is more like it. Someone at a distant camp site yelled randomly, ahhh the good old drunk yell. Listening to drunk people was one of his favorite thing to do besides join them. Looking back across the fire he watched her for a second a smirk tugging at his lips "I bet you would cowgirl."
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Post by Leslie Hawthorne on Jul 13, 2010 1:05:22 GMT -5
Shrugging drunkishly again, "Hey... Hey... Hey... It is what it is." Smiling widely, unknowing that she'd realize every thing she said to him... but it could only get worse from here, right? Of course, because I'm not that nice to let her quit while she's ahead.
"Plus, I bet you need to get laid. And I know I need to get laid. You can pretend all you want to Reese Miller - Ha! See you should be drinking Miller Light ..." back on track now, "but I know you like me. Unfortunately for me and my needs, because of your lack of booze, you remain gentlemanlyish, sarcastic, stubborn and just plain hard to get. Which is fine, I'm sure I can find Carson around here somewhere," Carson was... a tool. Very good at what he did, but he was an ass. An ass who Leslie had at one point, had a relationship with.
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Reese Miller
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We might not worry about the fall, I guess thats just the cowboy in us all
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Post by Reese Miller on Jul 13, 2010 1:13:30 GMT -5
Leaning forward he rested elbows on his knees, allowing his chin to rest atop his knuckles. He watched her talk from across the fire, trying his hardest not to laugh "I need to get laid? well then you know me better then I know myself." She was far from gone and most likely wouldn't remember this conversation in the morning. "You're going to be hurting tomorrow morning you know that right?"
Sinking back in his chair he stretched his legs out. "Carson? Who is carson?" Watching her pound down the drinks left him craving another one, probably best he hadn't taken more then one with him, its going to be to long of a day to have a hang over.
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Post by Leslie Hawthorne on Jul 13, 2010 1:28:43 GMT -5
Looking up with a sigh, "I know... but it's showmanship tomorrow morning with a bunch of bratty kids. It's going to be painful regardless."
She stayed silent a bit, giggling to herself, "Carson... Carson's hot, let me say. Fuckin' beautiful. Typical bad boy though - tattoos and so on. Anyway, we met a few years ago at the NBHA regionals, and got along pretty well. He's really damn charming when you meet him, but that all changes. Well we dated awhile, and things were great, and I found out he was cheating on me - so I left him." She sighed, "I was young, green and stupid, had a bit too much to drink and ended up hooking up with him. And a few more times after that. He's an ass but he's got some moves. He's never been able to beat me and Vegas, but he says he's got somethin' special up his sleeve to run this weekend. We'll see," Les was confident in her stout dun stallion. He ran clean and quick, that's all she could ever want from him.
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Reese Miller
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We might not worry about the fall, I guess thats just the cowboy in us all
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Post by Reese Miller on Jul 13, 2010 1:35:55 GMT -5
"Sounds like history is going to repeat itself." Laughing he looked up at the sky, the moon wasn't out, just the stars, the sky defiantly looked bigger here he would give it that.
Focusing his gaze across the fire again he added "looks like you still want it, you're just sore from him cheating on you." Typical girl, never gets over their ex. That was one thing about some of the girls that chased him and his buddies around, the only wanted one thing which was exactly what he wanted. Another yawn escaped as he switched his gaze from her to the fire.
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Post by Leslie Hawthorne on Jul 13, 2010 1:45:58 GMT -5
"Oh fuck you, Cowboy..." It wasn't a maliced tone at all, just a general 'yeah right, sure'. "History repeats itself until we find the flaw to make it stop repeating. That flaw, was me believing his lies. I'm much more wise then I use to be. I mean, if he was as he portrayed himself to be? Great. But you know what they say, if it's too good to be true? It probably is..." she looked down quite simply, "And that's what worries me about you."
Once bitten, twice shy. Looking at her watch, "I should probably hit the sack." It wasn't late... she just didn't like talking about such things. It made her feel more vulnerable than what she was comfortable with.
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Reese Miller
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We might not worry about the fall, I guess thats just the cowboy in us all
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Post by Reese Miller on Jul 13, 2010 1:53:53 GMT -5
Her last comment made him raise his brow "how is that." Standing up he stretched. Sleep did sound good right now just not sleep in a camper. He never found them that comfy. From the looks of it a lot of other people didn't know or were just to drunk to care about the early wake up call tomorrow. Probably didn't care.
Thinking she wasn't going to answer his question he picked up his empty can and koozie ready to head out.
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Post by Leslie Hawthorne on Jul 13, 2010 17:46:14 GMT -5
"How is it that you're too good to be true? Well..." clearing her throat, "First thing's first. You're nice looking. Rather easy to get along with - then again that's coming from me so I guess there's not any validity in that statement... And you generally know what you want to do with your life. However, you're single. I never see you hang around with anyone or even attempt to speak to them unless you know them, or they speak to you." Reese was a odd one in her book. Very odd. There were pieces of the puzzle missing, and Leslie had attempted to find them, but her gusto was running out. She wasn't one to chase someone, and chase, and chase, and chase some more. In her book, she deemed him disinterested and had pretty much given it up.
With a sigh, she let her feet find the ground as she sat up in her chair, "So as I said. If it's too good to be true, it' probably is. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. You can't make chicken shit into chicken salad - choose whichever you prefer. I? Well, I am going to bed. I wish you luck for tomorrow." Not waiting for his defense, she got up and walked - unbelievably well - to her trailer, and taking refuge in the living quarters that night.
The next morning was hell. Headache. Hungover. You get it. As the routine went, she made coffee, downed some tylenol, and attempted to get a kick start on the day to head out and help the students of the barn. She pulled off banding two manes and spot cleaning the big grey Gus within an hour before adding in fake tails, whitening white markings, and polishing hooves to give those horses the finished appearance. She was on the rail that morning as the show started that morning, helping those kids with their patterns, showing them what to look out for, and generally observing them.
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Reese Miller
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We might not worry about the fall, I guess thats just the cowboy in us all
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Post by Reese Miller on Jul 13, 2010 18:58:31 GMT -5
"we all have our reasons." He said to her back. Heading back to his camper only to find his mother in front of their fire with a drink in hand."Here we go again." Grabbing one last beer he plopped down next to his mom. For an hour they talked about today's events, tomorrows schedule he was only half listening to his mom go on and on about one of her student's potential. He was still caught up on what Leslie had said. Deciding to ignore the feelings he drowned them out on beer at a time.
The next morning he was kicking himself in the ass for not going to bed early enough. He was in charge of the feeding while everyone else got to sleep in. Once done that he began the preparation for their classes. As the show began he again found himself to be their personal groom. They all had him running back and forth between the stalls and arena, touching up horses, switching out horses, even getting them food. Having a little time to rest he found a spot next to the gait, half watching and half sleeping.
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Post by Leslie Hawthorne on Jul 13, 2010 19:39:09 GMT -5
As the morning dwindled down, and she had some lunch in her and her headache was subsiding, she found herself schooling the little two year old for her pleasure classes. The buckskin filly was a natural, jogging around without a care in the world, her mane beautifully banded and all, just really turned out.
The class wasn't until later on, but Leslie just wanted to make sure the youngster was ready. After a short session, she dismounted, meeting up with the filly's owner and watching her have a go round.
Curiosity got the best of her, as she looked over at Reese. She'd not spoken to him, and she remembered all too well the night before. Deciding to stick with her decision of not chasing him, she went back to watching the two ride around. It wouldn't be long before that duo made their way into the amateur class. That night though? Leslie would be running some barrels... Along with Carson, who had been well on the scent of the lady.
"Well I just didn't believe it, a Hawthorne finally breaking away from the pack. Who woulda thought it possible?" Such an ass.
Leslie shook her head, "Here's an idea... Save your shit for the timers."
The man smirked, "I will. At least you're good at this beauty contest stuff, because when I come home with the fastest time? There's not going to be a place for you." He hesitated, "Well, there could be a place for you. On your back, in my bed." He caught her wrist as her hand flew for his face, "... Don't forget I'm use to that by now." He winked and walked away from her, a smug essence about him.
Her blood, virtually boiling now, Leslie gained intense focus for that night. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered more than bringing that prick to his fucking knees. Then again, her hungover state did not help her patience. She was going to push Vegas for everything he was worth and more, and after that? She was going to mow Carson down with that dun stud.
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Reese Miller
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We might not worry about the fall, I guess thats just the cowboy in us all
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Post by Reese Miller on Jul 13, 2010 20:45:56 GMT -5
These pleasure classes were starting to get to him, he would rather watch paint dry. Keeping his hat pulled down he started to dose off, leaning back on the seat in back of him and his feet propped up on the rail. "Reese I have a job for you." That didn't last long, looking up he met the strong star of his mother as she hovered over him. "Drake needs to be worked for Kristi for tonight." raising a brow he pulled his back down. "Why reining was last night." His hat was soon back in place on his head and his mom had sat down next to him "she is running him in some sort of thing tonight."Sitting up he grumbled "It's like four, we still have two hours of this shit left." He waved his hand in the direction of the arena. Deciding it was best not to argue he stood up and started to make his way towards the barns.
A sudden commotion caught his eye, Leslie stood toe to toe who he had to guess was this Carson guy she rambled on about last night. What ever he was saying was touching a nerve with her. As the other guy wondered away he decided to say something "those bad guys sure know how to treat a girl well." His tone was a was mixture of sarcastic and icy. Hearing his name he turned away from Leslie to see one of the students coming up along side wearing a yellow ribbon proud. "Good luck tonight cowgirl." He added warmly before heading off to help the small girl untack. Ok, maybe he was still a little sore about what she had said to him last night, but he would never admit that.
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Post by Leslie Hawthorne on Jul 13, 2010 21:32:56 GMT -5
Rolling her eyes when Reese spoke up, she shook her head. Now wasn't the time to be giving her the facts. Too caught up in her own state of being absolutely pissed off, she didn't reply to him. She had some serious prep work ahead of her. So, she pretty much stayed to herself, until the time came.
Tacking up the stallion, she climbed aboard to give him a warm up. To her own relief, he seemed really 'on' and ready to fire. Moments before she was to go in, she dismounted to put on his SMB boots, mounting back up and waiting for her moment to run. Carson was, of course, there - on one hell of a hot horse. He was a massive black horse, full of himself and basically, Leslie mused herself, Carson in horse form.
Huffing and puffing as those two made their way into the chute, the horse blasted off, sending dirt flying. The horse could run, but Carson had to use everything in his arsenal to get the horse turning well. He ran home with a 16.105. Picking up on Vegas, the boy's ears flicked forward, knowing what was going to happen. She loped him a couple of circles, before sitting up and running out.
The stallion flew out, hitting his pockets with ultimate precision, and leaving each barrel with a thrust as Leslie pushed him harder. The third barrel came, and the chromed out double registered stud was going hard for it, so hard, he stumbled a bit on leaving for home but Leslie never quit riding and they carried on at a full gallop half way down the aisle. Vegas was breathing hard, neck arched and jogging about quite proud of himself. "That's a 16.103 for Leslie."
It wasn't a lead by much, but they'd still ran faster than Carson, who strangely wasn't within her area of vision. Climbing off Vegas, she gave him a pet and loosened his girth, her legs a little shakey from that stumble even though her stallion seemed fine. She knew though, that if Carson kept on with his new horse, she could be beat. Taking her mount back to his stall, she untacked him, giving him a big smooch on the muzzle as he returned back to his lazy self.
"Don't get too proud of that horse. He's gotta lose someday."
Leslie rolled her eyes, "What's the matter, Carson? Sour that you've lost. Again. To me. For the thousandth time?"
He got close to her, very close, "Oh, but I think I've won more than a little race, sweet heart."
"Let me guess, 'I've won a spot between your legs.'"
Carson scoffed, "I'd hardly call that a challenge." He saw the anger in her eyes, oh how he loved that. So, he got closer, placing his hands on each side of her, holding onto the bars of the stalls, "But if you'd like to try and make that a challenge? Well, I'm up for it."
"Go to hell."
"I live there. So do you. Now if you'd just stop denying yourself a dance with the devil, then you might not be so strung out. Come on Princess..." Moving in closer, he kissed that oh so magical little spot on her neck - the spot he knew so well, the spot he knew would make her weak, "Whattaya say?" And he kept on with the small, light kisses.
Her eyes fluttered closed. Damn it. No! "... I say... you need to... go."
"Mmm.." continuing on with his art of seduction, "I don't think that's really what you want."
Oh dear. Who will save her now. The damsel in distress, being seduced by an asshat.
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Reese Miller
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We might not worry about the fall, I guess thats just the cowboy in us all
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Post by Reese Miller on Jul 13, 2010 22:11:10 GMT -5
Untacking the school horse he listened to the little nine year old jabber happily about her last class. A smile plastered to his face the whole time. Truth was he wasn't the biggest fan of kids but this little girl had a way to his heart. Most people mistook them as siblings and even sometimes him being her dad, but they were nothing but cousin. She was the only kid he could put up with for more then ten minutes, he just wasn't cut out for it. Putting the gelding away she stared up at him "lets do cowgirl pick up tonight. you're my partner." Laughing wholeheartedly he pulled Drake from his stall and clipped him in the cross-ties. "You're very demanding you know that right?" Sending him a trademark Miller smile she pushed past him and ran down to the arena for the nights events.
Reese took his time prepping Drake. Thanks to Kristie the blood bay gelding was sporting hot pink from his polo wraps and bell boots, to saddle pad, even the bands used to band his mane. This sadly even applied to Reese who was now sporting a pink button up shirt. Deciding to leave the shirt off until they went into the ring he sported around a plane white t-shirt, draping the pink shirt draped over the saddle horn.
The barrels were over meaning it was almost time for him to sport his lovely attire. Kristi soon came skipping back to the stalls, in everything pink; shirt, cowboy hat, and boots. Even her two braids were tied off in pink bows. Unclipping the cross-ties the pink trio began their parade to the arena. They seemed to be the last ones out, even though their class was after the pole bending which was happening now. The sound of Drake's shoes echoed off the walls, soft nickers followed as curious horses eyed him.
The soft tone of people talking caught his attention as they passed a dimly lite stall. Turning his head he witnessed Leslie going at it with the guy she claimed to want nothing to do with. A bit taken back he let out a laugh, a pretty loud one to be honest. He didn't get the thrill of seeing them jump knowing someone had caught them, he was already past the stall. Once out of the stables he boosted Kristie into the saddle and let them go warm up before taking a place by the rail his mind reeling. Well it was a good thing he kept to his normal self and hadn't actually admitted to his feelings. From what he just saw it was better this way.
The last call for cowgirl pick up rang over the loud speaker, Kristie flung herself off Drake and made her way down the arena with the rest of them . Leaving Reese and Drake looking a little flamerish in their pink.
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Post by Leslie Hawthorne on Jul 13, 2010 22:56:24 GMT -5
Carson had stopped when he heard the laugh, giving Leslie enough time to escape out from under him and go find herself somewhere secluded. She was tired. And pissed. And just basically baffled by life. Heading back to her trailer she grabbed herself a bottle of water, and slipped into a tank top rather than the required button down shirt. Slipping a sleek pair of shades over her eyes, she returned to the arena, joining her barn as they gathered for some... something. Leslie didn't know what was going on, and she didn't pretend to. The barn moms and dads were on the rail, snapping photos left and right. Eh. Kids. Cute. Cuddly. Demons.
They were seated particularly close to Mrs. Miller, which was just perfect wasn't it? The thing Leslie couldn't figure out is why she was so miffed over a little crush. Deciding to ignore it, she watched the goings on, and chatted with her barnmates.
Her brows raised in heavy amusement when she spotted neon pink all the way across the arena, and more so when she saw who was leading that horse. Not being able to help but let out a little chuckle, which caused people to look - and start 'aww'ing. Not the reaction she wanted, but it was adorable.. or adorkable.
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Reese Miller
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We might not worry about the fall, I guess thats just the cowboy in us all
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Post by Reese Miller on Jul 13, 2010 23:19:18 GMT -5
Mounting he made his way over to the crowd of people gathered around the ring stewards. Hearing the directions they all made their way towards the widely spaced cones that stood for the start and finish line. By this time Drake was full of energy, the reining horse in him started to emerge.
"Riders...are you ready?...ready...set...GO!" The announcers voice boomed from the speakers, the horses flinging dirt from their take off. The girls were pierced atop the fence on the other side of the arena, for safety reasons. Reaching the other side, Reese sat down in the saddle causing Drake to slide to a stop. Show off much, maybe a little. Kicking his foot out of the stirrup, he held out his hand as Kristie ran from the fence to the waiting horse and rider. Swinging behind Reese she hugged his waist tightly as they took off. Using a reining horse for this was a little unfair, Drake was smaller then the other horses, could spin on his haunches, and could stop on a dime. As the headed for the finish line the little girl added to the horses speed by kicking him every stride. Crossing the finish line the made a small turn and slowed to a jog. "The Millers are the winners!" before the announcer had finished the girl had climbed down and ran to the middle. Grinning Reese joined them in the middle, sitting back further in the saddle he pulled Kristie up in front of him after she hooked the long blue ribbon to Drake's bridle.
Jogging out of the arena, he was quickly overwhelmed with the girls excitement. Reaching his mother he let go of the reins and caught his breath. Allowing Kristie to have her moment in the sun he dismounted only to see Leslie a few feet behind them. His eyes quickly moved up and down her body, he just couldn't help himself.
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