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Post by baileys lillie tyler on Jul 30, 2012 18:40:24 GMT -5
 B A I L E Y S . T Y L E R* ;;
hush now lad, the other dears will be 'ere soon," the words left the lips of the blonde girl in a scottish drawl, as she rubbed her hand along the dapples neck. she leant against her horse softly, whispering to him and examining her work. the lake was looking gorgeous in the setting sun, a roaring bonfire reflecting off the calm water. beside that bonfire was heaps of coolers, soon to be full of heaps of alcoholic beverages. signs were posted along the trees in curly writing, with headings such as: 'need some alone time? through here~', 'v.i.p island this way' and 'ponies stored here'. rubbing her eyes slightly, baileys hauled herself away from her horse. glancing down at her grubby stablehand outfit she huffed and pawed around for her bag that lay beside onyx. clutching it and dragging it up, she pursed her lips and slipped into the bushes. within seconds she had emerged again, this time in a black dress, with slits at the sides and see-through fabric at the bottom, which ended just past her hips. humming quietly, she skipped towards a red cooler. opening it and sticking her hands in, she pulled out a bottle of guinness. popping the lid swiftly, she tipped her head back and chugged it, the black liquid slipping down her throat within 30 seconds. removing the bottle from her lips, she raised her hand and wiped her mouth, tossing the bottle behind her, it landing with a 'thud' in the bin. bending down for a second, she fixed her black heeled boots and continued on, fixing little things here and there, making sure the signs were up right and such. with a satisfied 'humph' she started to work on the coolers.
an half an hour passed and the coolers were full to the brim, with hidden ones here and there, for those who weren't going to give up on searching for cool beer. flicking her hair back, baileys headed towards onyx, who barely lifted his head, being too concentrated on a net of hay. quite a few of them were strung around, with posts to tie horses onto, and also a small paddock made of electric fence further down the shore. with a small pat on onyx's neck, baileys grabbed her bag once again and pulled onyx's stirrups down. hopping up in a smooth motion, the girl did so in a way, she landed facing the ocean, with her legs only on onyx's near side. with her stallion held tight, she didn't need to worry about him bolting, so she cracked down to make-up. flipping up a mirror, she disappeared into the phase of beautifying. the phase lasted for 20 minutes or so, as the sun only lingered slightly, casting enough light for her to work. with the 'click' of the mirror, baileys was done and with a quick toss of the bag, she turned and dismounted. with another pat to her steeds neck, she manoeuvred her way towards a power-box. raising her foot, she stood lightly on a plug, slotting it into place. the place lit up brilliantly, with dancing fairy lights that went from one colour to another. with another stamp, music was blaring. the scene was set.
them them them
talk talk talk
think think think
W O R D S * 540 ;;
T H O U G H T S * PARTAY IN THE USA . also wearing this NSFW;;
M U S I C * watching secret diary of a call girl ;;
T A G G E D * everyone ;;
R I D I NG* onyx ;;
C R E D I T S * bruno mars' lazy song ;; |
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 30, 2012 21:10:27 GMT -5
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‘Cause your not the blinding light that I need [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] So excited by the party, Essie immediately ran from the restaurant to the main barn for her mare Chenona. She sloppily threw on the mare’s dark bridal, still blissfully drunk and unaware of her roughness with the mare. Thankfully, ’Nona was forgiving, understanding something was up with Essie. She slung herself upon her back, forgetting the saddle all together as she gave the mare a kick, her lazy walk leading them out of the barn and on the way to the lake.
She was on the trail to the lake, when it hit her, where had Harley went? She had no idea, maybe he was close, maybe he still hadn’t left yet. Either way, it was inevitable that they would see each other tonight. Essie was getting impatient with her mare’s walk, feeling the need for speed. Kicking the mare up to a gallop, her sight went blurry, unable to tell what they were passing and what was ahead. Instead of being scared silly, it was a rush for Essie, laughing madly as she clung to the mare down the trail, struggling not to fall. Soon she could smell the water and feel the gentle breeze of the oasis, knowing it was somewhere close even though unable to see it. Slowing the mare back down to her calm walk, her vision returned somewhat, spotting a lone woman off by herself. She directed the mare to a big oak tree, almost running her into it before stopping her. She dismounted, clinging to her mare’s neck as the laws of gravity and clumsiness of being drunk hit her, ‘Nona giving loud snorts of what Essie interpreted as disapproval.
“Oh shut up Chey, you don’t know what it’s like, silly horse.”
She said, lumbering her to the closest tie next to the dappled grey.
“Oooh, a stud baby girl. Get you some.”
She winked at the horse as she tied her, walking away but looking back at her mare. She had already made friends with him, nickers escaping her as she pressed her velvet nose against his. Essie laughed, walking toward the lone stranger, eyeing warily all the signs that hung around her on the trees. Reaching the woman, she looked at her puzzled.
“Bail-leigh?”
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 30, 2012 21:46:53 GMT -5
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How he dragged himself back to the barn, he had no idea. Things rushed by him in a blur and his sluggish mind took way too much time to process things. Harley ended up tripping into the barn, stumbling over to Riddle's stall. "Ello booyyy!" He chirped, taking a while to open the stall before yanking it open, nearly knocking himself over as he did so. Laughing, he hauled himself back up and took extra time in putting on the bridle, having particular fun with putting the bit into Riddle's mouth by playing with his lips and stroking the ribbed gums on the roof of his mouth. His laughter continued as he pulled the gelding out of the stall, tossing the reins over his neck as Riddle bent his head down to scratch his nose on his leg. "Now hold on, Riddle. R-Riddle! What are ye doin'! Donneh be eatin'!" He did nothing to pull up the gelding's head, though; instead, he grabbed a hunk of mane and tried to pull himself up but to no avail. Harley huffed extraordinarily loudly, pulling Riddle to a stall door and then climbing up it, flinging himself across Riddle's back like a dead deer.
Riddle began walking with his rider straddled awkwardly across his back. Harley squirmed and eventually found himself sitting backwards on the horse, reaching behind him and unbuckling his reins so that he held one in each hand. "Le's try this, Riddle!" He chuckled and nudged the horse with his heels, asking for a trot. The gelding responded obediently but Harley flopped around on his back, absentmindedly tugging on each of the reins and directing Riddle awkwardly. Laughter bubbled and poured from the drunk boy even as Riddle slowed to a walk, his long string making his rider sway back and forth. "Riddle we're goin' t' theh beach!" Harley cried euphorically. "We're goin' t' theh beach!" He directed Riddle - along with appropriate sound effects around each corner and turn - toward the lake.
Once they reached the sand, Riddle's hoof caught on a high dune and he dipped forward suddenly, sending Harley tumbling off to get a face full of sand. Riddle kept walking, however, and struggled to get up quickly, falling again and again until he finally caught up to Riddle, not even bothering to pick up the reins that were dangling. Instead, he leaped at Riddle's side, spread-eagling his limbs and latching onto the dapple's side: legs wrapping around the barrel, arms tightly embracing the neck. "Riddle, ye obnossus thin'! Whasser ye thinnin'?!" He laughed into Riddle's fur, however, as the horse walked on toward the sound of blasting music and the smell of hay and other horses.
Riddle made a beeline for the other horses. Harley eventually let go before he reached the hay, dazed and confused as he tried to figure out which way was up. "Riddle yer seh strange." Harley dragged himself along the ground to where Riddle was happily munching on hay, grabbed his reins and lazily tied him up, then stumbled back to the blasting music.
HORSE: Country Bum NOTES: n/a
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Post by baileys lillie tyler on Jul 30, 2012 22:19:02 GMT -5
B A I L E Y S . T Y L E R* ;;
the next few minutes...well baileys didn't know what happened in the next few minutes. first off she had been sitting near the bonfire, tossing in acorns and leaves, when she had heard a crash and a giggle. standing up and turning around, she found a pretty brunette clinging onto a bored looking mare before letting go of her. from the looks of it, the girl had just about missed the oak tree. stumbling towards her, the girl was leading the horse and she tied her up next to onyx. onyx seemed pretty pleased with that, nuzzling his next date and flaring his lips, giving her a good look up and down. but baileys kept her eyes on the stumbling girl, with her eyebrows raised. slowly stalking towards her she managed to catch a wink on her face and muttering something that contained the words: "stud" and "get you some". the blonde girl couldn't help but giggle slightly as the other tripped and fell towards her eventually reaching a distance where she called out: bai-leigh? with a hearty smile, bails reached for the girl and pulled her into a firm hug while walking her towards the bonfire. eeyup. i'm baileys, you must be odessa. nice name sweetie, she cooed softly, playing with the younger girls hair, now lass, you sit dowen 'ere and look at the pretti colours. still giggling to herself, baileys settled odessa on a tree log and kicked a cooler towards her, it opening as it did, displaying its treasured contents. the gleaming smile still set on her face, baileys wondered what would happen next, as the night drew on.
to be honest the night didn't really 'draw on' when the next hilarious insanity occurred. she was examining odessa, from top to bottom {but especially the bottom}, when another thud of hooves and laughs were heard. in a swift motion, baileys caught sight of a boy clinging onto the side of a dapple grey. in another burst of laughter, she rushed forward, slowing down only to laugh again as the tussled haired boy let go of the horse. he clambered back up and talked a bunch of drunken slurs to the horse, staggering towards the others and knotting him up. the name 'harley' sprang to mind as she got a full view of his face and once the memories of a few days ago set in she started into a fit of giggles. eventually reaching the drunken boy she wrapped her fingers in his and led him softly towards the other girl. allo mr i can climb trees, she said with a chuckle setting him down beside the girl and plopping down on the other side of her. with her trademark bright smile, she gave a small wink as she said: so, 'ow can we get this paraty started?
them them them
talk talk talk
think think think
W O R D S * 473 ;;
T H O U G H T S * PARTAY IN THE USA . also wearing this NSFW;;
M U S I C * watching secret diary of a call girl ;;
T A G G E D * everyone ;;
R I D I NG* onyx ;;
C R E D I T S * bruno mars' lazy song ;; |
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 30, 2012 22:41:55 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] Hercules, you‘ve got nothing to say to me,
‘Cause your not the blinding light that I need [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] The woman was extremely friendly, something Essie welcomed after being beat up like shit. Grabbing onto her and clinging, she laid between the woman’s legs as she gently played with her hair, Essie’s eyes drifting off of the pretty fire, closing at the comfort of the stranger woman. She then handed her a cooler, and even though Essie knew what alcohol had already gotten her into today, she couldn’t resist. Taking a big sip of the cooler, she laid back even further into the woman’s lap, unaware of her strange habits.
Essie wondered what would happen at this party. She hoped whatever would, would be wild. And she was sure it would be. Alcohol had the tendency to make Essie wild, brave, straightforward and even horny. It was true that tequila, or any alcohol for the record, made her clothes fall off, and there was no doubt the dress she had worn would be laying in the dirt in a matter of time.
It was then that loud laughter hit them, who she believed was Harley was riding in some odd new style, as he clung off the horse from the side. The woman got up and left Essie there, assuming to go greet Harley. Sad, she sighed taking a big drink from her cooler. She was too lazy to get up herself and go greet him. When would the woman come back? Hurry up, she thought impatiently as Harley and the woman arrived, the woman called Baylz taking a seat to her left and Harley taking a seat to her right. Harley! It finally registered with her that it was him.
“Harlz, hey buddy! Hey didn’t I sleep with you?”
She said, confused again, clinging to Harley for dear life.
“Hey, I love you baby. Hold me.”
She requested Harley to do so, desperate for comfort, pouting obnoxiously.
“Baylz, play with my hair again sweetie.”
She said, pulling her hair to the left for the woman, also flashing her a pout. [/font][/size][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/size][/color] [/font][/size][/color] |
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