we are not shining stars[open]

[chase]

It was Friday night, Chase had been out at the barn all day and gotten home to a late dinner at 7. He had fed and walked Jack who was now napping on the couch right next to Chase. The man was flipping through the channels, it was just after 10 and there was next to nothing on. A few crappy movies the man had already seen, nothing worth his time really. He had showered before dinner and was sitting in sweats and a tee, enjoying the down time. While normally he would head towards bed he had the morning of, he had cleared his lessons and planned on sleeping in but now it was the last thing on his mind. The man was missing a few things in his life, he was still adjusting to a new life and hadn’t quite fallen into the social scene for his age group in these parts. There had to be a local watering hole somewhere, a place that people of age went to drink. As much as he was enjoying his students he liked to have adult time too, and these days it couldn’t seem to find much of it. Being a teacher was a fine line, he liked his students to like him and enjoy the learning as much as he did. If they didn’t he wasn’t going to fight for it or try and change their mind, that wasn’t worth his time ever. Though he did like to try and make his lessons enjoyable, he also wanted to come across as approachable - he would give the shirt off his back to a student if it would help them out. Of course they must be willing to put in the time and ride as he directed, otherwise it was a waste of Chase’s time. He had no problem telling people if they weren’t going to listen to him they could ride elsewhere. He hadn’t asked them to bring their horses here, they approached him.

“Jack, I need to get a life I know.”

The dog rolled over and sneezed, he was laying on his back now- head in Chase’s lap. The man could only laugh, the dog was comical, could always make him smile. Looking to the clock he realized it wouldn’t take him long to get to the bar in town he had passed the other day. Grabbing a beer alone was lame but he hadn’t seen a liquor store in town and the grocery store should be closed. So getting up he left the now snoring dog on the couch and went into his closet. Chase found a nice pair of his dark wash jeans and replaced his sweatpants with them, grabbing a watch off his dresser he did it up around his wrist. He added a belt and black tee to the outfit, his coat and shoes were by the door. He decided to drive and grabbed keys along with his phone. He didn’t anticipate getting drunk, he could take a cab home if needed and leave his truck till the next morning. Slipping into his shoes he headed out the door, Jack was now awake on the couch but didn’t even move when Chase opened the door, the dog was tired and didn’t mind napping on the couch by himself – Chase knew he was spoiled by the dog. Closing the door he locked it and headed out into the fresh air, starting his truck Chase was a little chilly. It didn’t take long for the heated seats to come into play and he was finally warm by the time he rolled up to the Boot Scootin’ Boogie. He didn’t mind country music, looking to the clock he hadn’t realized how quickly time had passed, it was just after 11.

Heading inside he locked the truck, his wallet keys and cell phone all in his coat pocket. At the door he was happy to learn that there was no cover for the evening. The music was live, an added bonus. Looking around the place seemed to be half decently busy – a good sign. It was dark inside, not pitch black but the lights were dimmed. It seemed like people were dancing, not too many yet but he figured the number would grow as more people drank. He checked his coat before heading to the bar, it was warm and the cold beer was sounding better and better.

“A bud please”

He paid the barkeep and took his beer, taking a swig he turned around standing at the bar to take in the scene. He pulled out a stool and sat on it, enjoying the beer and music it was nice to get out of his apartment – even if he was alone.

ooc-open - clothes.

[Fern Newburry]

It had been a long and tedious day by the time Fern was finally able to struggle with her keys and stumble through the door of her apartment , heaving a deep sigh when she eventually got her lights on and kicked off her shoes.
Dropping a heavy canvas bag of paper work hanging her from her aching right shoulder onto the sofa she looked around her apartment through the clean white light casted from the fixture overhead. Things were starting to come together nicely. Looking more and more like a home every day as the stacks of boxes had started to dwindle and things were put in their place.
This thought coaxed a smile from the tired French woman as she made her way over to a corner that she had cut off from the rest of the house with a baby corral and sat down the picnic basket that had been housing a sleeping Charlotte with her free hand, tilting up the lid and ting it back so that if the piglet decided to wake up, she would be able to get out and walk around her little enclosure. She had just been fed so she should be content with a bit of solids for the rest of the night.

Leaving her pet in peace Fern wandered off into the kitchen to warm herself up some left over pasta for dinner, and while she picked at her food her mind wandered through todays past events.
She had spent most of her day in her classroom and working with her students on the group mural that was slowly starting to form on that stark white wall she had set them free on. It had been fun, and so far she was enjoying her stay at Blue Ridge immensely, but for some reason as soon as she closed down her class and locked up for the weekend things just seemed to go from good to not so great in the blink of an eye.
She was supposed to have gone into town today in order to pick up her paperwork for gaining her dual citizenship between France and the states, but just as she had started heading towards her car she had gotten a call that there had been problems with transferring her personal documents, causing her to have to spend three hours on the phone being swapped back and forth through different departments, getting told entirely different things from each person she spoke to before they were finally able to work things out and find out what the holdup was.

On top of that she had been forced to cut her nice hack down the river trails very short when Wendy had thrown a shoe and damaged her hoof.
The two had to limp back to the stable at a snail’s pace where Wendy would be staying until the farrier came the next day to look her over. Now Fern felt horribly house bound and even a little depressed. It left them both stranded, at least until Monday that was.

‘Look at me….sitting here moping like a child caught being naughty….’ telling herself off firmly Fern got up and put her dishes in the washer before stomping off into her bath room, feeling so annoyed and cross with herself that it made the tips of her ears hot.

There was no reason she had to sit here feeling sorry for herself the entire weekend! ”I simply won’t have it…” she said out loud while she got into the shower, determined to wash away the stiffness in her body and relax under the hot running tap.
It didn’t take long before she was feeling better and in much higher spirits than she originally had been. While she had scrubbed up she had already decided what she was going to do.
She was going out, seeing as she had free time that she didn’t normally have Fern figured that now would be the best time to get out of Blue Ridge and explore the town around her, seeing as she needed to get familiar with it at some point in time anyway.

While dressing she had chosen to wear something a little bold for once, the pale yellow dress made from a thin, flowing material with a V’d to show off the delicate, pale length of her back. It went nicely with her sheer white stockings and the light pink pumps she chose to wear with it and the string of pearls that almost matched them around her neck.

Half an hour later she found herself oddly attracted to the bright neon signs that had beckoned to her from the road into the parking lot of Boot Scootin' Boogie. Soon she was meekly skittering past the bouncer at the front door of after confirming that she was indeed old enough to enter the establishment and drink by letting him look over her ID.
Fern was a little nervous, she had never been in a bar before and she wasn’t quite sure why she had stopped here in the first place. Though the music in the background was pleasant and she had lost the nagging feeling of being lonely that being at home gave her. So because of that, she couldn’t really complain, even as she wandered aimlessly through the dimly lit room with her eyes wide and curious.

Clothes

o.o.c: (Sorry, didn't know if it was okay to just butt in. And sorry for blabbering and posting so much. @ ___ @;; *nervous tweak*)

[chase]

Chase sat on the bar stool, listening to the music he sipped his beer. Making casual conversation with the bar tender they discussed the bar dynamic. Chase thought the place looked pretty relaxed; it was his scene over a night club any day. The man chuckled with the tender; the place was moderately busy now and would apparently pick up. Chase smiled, just enjoying adult company – so far he hadn’t really made any friends on the campus. His lifestyle and expectations were different, he hadn’t exactly bonded with any of the students either. It left him questioning his choices, he considered the idea of scraping the teacher thing and going back to managing his dad’s companies and riding with Steffen, which was exceptionally ideal since the companies were now his. He could tack smack about it all day and consider it but he wouldn’t give up on this place so quickly, if at all. He was settling in nicely, should start making friends any moment now. Turning around on his stool he looked across the bar, the number of people dancing had grown since his arrival, as had the population in the bar. The music was still good, a relatively familiar tune that made him smile. A few individuals returned the favour, he nodded to a table of ladies that raised their Bud’s in an across the bar cheers. Returning to face the tender he ordered a round for the table and his own drink to be refreshed as well.

He heard the group of women receive his gift and turned, smiling too them he nodded though didn’t feel the need to interject on their evening – he didn’t want them to do anything more than enjoy the beer – they seemed to be together for a party of some sort, it wasn’t his to crash. Instead he returned his attention to the stage, the band was alive and people swayed with the music. It was a scene that many people relaxed in, though even as the alcohol hit him, sitting here by himself alone with his thoughts Chase managed to worry and fret over the most unimportant things. He found himself writing a schedule for both horses in his head, perhaps trailering them off the school grounds to ride to keep them sharp. Facing the bar once more he struck up conversation with the lady bartender whom started her shift, they chatted about nothing really – the words kept him from drinking his beer too quickly. He wasn’t half done when he scanned the bar once more, a slender woman had entered – she was dressed quite nicely. An interesting individual, not someone Chase felt he knew in a generic sense.

Smiling to her he nodded, didn’t speak for he didn’t even know if she had seen him. He didn’t dare stare, he was a guy, but could help himself. He turned to face the bar once more, though his mind ran back to her – she was interesting, like she might uphold a good conversation. The usually bold and charismatic individual waited, wondering if she had seen right through him or not.

ooc- slow, sorry - clothes.

[Stern]

Hey guys!

Both of you might want to check the rules, please. :- ) Thank you ever so much.

[chase]

can't blame a girl for trying ;] changed

[Fern Newburry]

(*blinks cluelessly* Either I'm just a horrible ditz or I'm missing something...(though the first is a big possibility) o - o I don't see where the rules were broken.)

[madison]

^^ posts have to be in size 2 font.

[Fern Newburry]

Dec 10, 2012 16:15:02 GMT -6 @madison said:

^^ posts have to be in size 2 font.

(Egad! Thank you~ *runs off to fix*)

[Fern Newburry]

The growing, buzzing mummers of people talking and the sound of the band playing away pulsated in Fern’s ears in a pleasant way, taking her mind off her stress and reminding her that she may have made the right choice in deciding to come to Boot Scootin’ tonight. Because if she hadn’t, she would probably just be back in her apartment alone, either having a sleepless night in bed staring at the ceiling until it was time to get up, or on the phone being juggled between business calls until the wee hours of the night instead. So even though this wasn’t normally her kind of place with the busy groups of people and the faint scent of alcohol in the air, Fern was deeply grateful for the bar being here when she needed it. Being a little uncomfortable was worth not having to put up with any of that, just for the evening..

So far she had gotten a few strange looks from her fellow bar goers from just walking through the door in the first place. She didn’t look like she belonged here or that she was even legally old enough to enter the building in the establishment. She was a tiny little thing, all doll faced and doe eyed with an innocent demeanor and her shy movements as she carefully dodged others passing by trying to avoid running into people.
However she found that this couldn’t be completely avoided when she ran into a…um…less than classy dressed woman and what appeared to be her date who glared fiercely at her as she flinched and skittered by, hands folded in front of her and head down in submission; only really looking up to gaze around her surroundings and to maneuver herself around other bodies. There was no social butterfly here, just a timid and out of place wallflower.
That’s why it surprised her when she returned Chase’s smile once he looked away after she caught his fleeting glance, then surprised herself even more when she found herself walking towards where he sat on the bar with a nagging sense curiosity.

Fern had seen him before in passing at the academy, and though she didn’t know his name she knew that he was an instructor, dressage, if she wasn’t mistaken, and even though they had never spoken she found herself perching on a seat near him one stool away just to put a least a little distance between the two of them. Smoothing out the skirt of her dress and crossing her legs, Fern pretending that she wasn’t looking Chase over from out of the corner of her eye. He was handsome and had a bit of a troublemaking air about him that she liked very much, and seeing as they both worked at the same facility Fern thought that it wouldn’t hurt to meet him….that was….if she didn’t have a case of ‘cat-got-your-tongue’.
She wanted to say something, a greeting, a comment on the music or even the weather for that matter. Anything at all really, but her words were caught somewhere in her throat and only seemed to work their way to the surface when the bartender asked her if she could get her anything to drink.
Kicking herself mentally she eventually nodded to the woman, even though she didn’t often drink. The tiny woman asked for a White Russian, figuring that since she seemed to be on such a binge of trying to be bold tonight that she might as well have something so that she didn’t look like a total fool. Besides, maybe a drink or two would even help to calm her nerves.