Post by Niko Archembault on Jun 14, 2011 12:41:08 GMT -8
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It had been a very long and tiring week for Niko at Aspire. He'd gotten some inheritance from his grandma's passing a month or so back, and with that money was a long-winded, handwritten note where she expressed that he should buy himself his dream horse. He already had Kadar, but he figured if he was going to get his stallion known, he should have a mare as well. After being on the market for a few weeks he saw her. Niko wasn't big into colour, he preferred a solid horse to a coloured horse, but this mare stood out to him. Performance bloodlines, very solid conformation, a bit hot headed, and with the "flashy" colour to boot. He'd signed the check and scheduled her delivery before even checking with Aspire, and it was only after he'd shown the school administrators how amazing the mare was that they'd agreed to let her onto their property on such short notice. They saw that she'd make them look good.
The mare had arrived at Aspire the night before, and Niko was exhausted. She'd spent the night kicking up a fuss and she wouldn't drink or eat anything. Niko had stayed in the barn trying to calm her. He hadn't gotten much sleep but the mare had calmed down and even sipped from the automatic waterer. By the time he deemed her relaxed enough for him to leave, there were other barn workers around to keep an eye on her. Now he was barely awake and needed a boost before doing his classwork for the day. He'd planned on going riding but there was no way he'd sit on Kadar when he wasn't fully awake... He trusted the stallion but not fully - all horses were unpredictable sometimes, especially if your attention wasn't 100% on them.
Entering the coffee shop, he stretched tall and groaned at the amazing feeling. His eyes were heavy and hard to keep open as he reached the counter. "I'd like a Venti Caramel Macchiato please, no whip." The barista moved away to make his drink and another one stepped up to charge him - $5.11 exactly. Smiling, he sidled down to the waiting counter where his drink would appear momentarily, piping hot and delicious. He tapped his foot and stared at the tiled floors thoughtfully as he waited. I really should go home to bed. But he couldn't... It was Sunday, there were classes tomorrow, and he had a paper to write.
When the barista offered up his drink he stood at the counter for a moment, debating the pros and cons of staying or going. If he left, he could drive home and have a quick nap before finishing up his paper on conditions of workers in minimum wage jobs. However, if he stayed, he could finish his drink and perhaps be awake enough to go finish the paper and be able to sleep the rest of the afternoon and through the night. After tossing the two possibilities back and forth for a few seconds, he plunked himself down into a cushiony green chair, his macchiato in hand.
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