It's quite a shock to the system to walk into the bar from an island in the Bahamas, look out of the back windows and see a steady fall of rain. Not even warm, spring rain. It's decidedly chilly and he Does Not Approve
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Days like these actually remind her of Ireland. She doesn't mind so much, really. It's an excuse to curl up by the fire later with a cup of hot cocoa and a quilt.
That's why she's gone for her usual morning five mile run. She's coming back by way of the stable path when she sees him. She pauses under the eaves of the stables, running in place, hood up, gloved hands wiping the rain out of her eyes.
"No I'm done. And yes, this is the first place I'd look for you, because I know how much you love Scottish weather," she mirrors that grin right back to him. She follows him into the stables, shaking out her arms, rolling her neck from side to side. It'll be warmer in the stables, yeah?
"Is this that man-eating stallion you keep telling me about? He's not going to bite or anything, is he?"
Warmer? Not noticeably, no. They're renowned for being open and draughty because animals are taken in and out all the time.
'I could tell you he definitely won't bite but I'd probably be lying.'
He sounds proud. He likes the fact that his horse is a total mentalist and quie a lot of rides are a pure battle of wits. His kind of animal.
He leads the way to a stall halfway along the row and leans on it, eyeing Blanco who is standing near the back, pawing at some straw.
'I haven't taken him out for a while and I doubt Doc or Kate are in a hurry to exercise him. This'll be a fun ride.'
He's big, nearing seventeen hands. And obviously strong and temperamental. She'll probably be able to notice the way Ramon's eyes shine when he looks at him. He likes a challenge.
The blue hair is, naturally, what draws the attention first. He labels her as a hippy from ten paces away, as he heads towards the stable entrance, largely ignoring the downpour.
'Why don't you go inside?' he says to her, in a more-or-less friendly manner. He's in quite a good mood today and she looks kind of pathetic, all small and damp like that.
And don't think he hasn't noticed. It may be the main reason he hasn't suggested she get a jacket. There are a few spare lying around the stables, God knows who they belong to. The staff, probably.
'What are you, communing with the grass or something?'
He pulls a cigarette from a pack and lights it (never smokes near the animals, or straw), and offers her the pack.
'Want one? Or is your body a temple of some kind?'
She has a spaced-out quality to her. He's seen it a million times but this being Milliways, he doesn't automatically assume it has the same cause he's familiar with.
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That's why she's gone for her usual morning five mile run. She's coming back by way of the stable path when she sees him. She pauses under the eaves of the stables, running in place, hood up, gloved hands wiping the rain out of her eyes.
"Hey you. Fancy meeting you here."
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He grins good-naturedly and jerks his head towards the stable door.
'Come and meet Blanco. Or are you off for another go-round?'
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"Is this that man-eating stallion you keep telling me about? He's not going to bite or anything, is he?"
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'I could tell you he definitely won't bite but I'd probably be lying.'
He sounds proud. He likes the fact that his horse is a total mentalist and quie a lot of rides are a pure battle of wits. His kind of animal.
He leads the way to a stall halfway along the row and leans on it, eyeing Blanco who is standing near the back, pawing at some straw.
'I haven't taken him out for a while and I doubt Doc or Kate are in a hurry to exercise him. This'll be a fun ride.'
He's big, nearing seventeen hands. And obviously strong and temperamental. She'll probably be able to notice the way Ramon's eyes shine when he looks at him. He likes a challenge.
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'Why don't you go inside?' he says to her, in a more-or-less friendly manner. He's in quite a good mood today and she looks kind of pathetic, all small and damp like that.
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'What are you, communing with the grass or something?'
He pulls a cigarette from a pack and lights it (never smokes near the animals, or straw), and offers her the pack.
'Want one? Or is your body a temple of some kind?'
She has a spaced-out quality to her. He's seen it a million times but this being Milliways, he doesn't automatically assume it has the same cause he's familiar with.
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