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Post by Sam Lettington on Aug 9, 2010 22:24:27 GMT -5
... The hell is a pineapple kiwi peanut butter and marshmallow slide? Sam's face was twisted with a mixture of disgust and confusion- and despite what she'll say, she was slightly curious and wanted a taste. Sam shook her head and quickly ordered a simple bowl of cookies n' cream. No fruit, no marshmallows, just cookies, cream, and ice, she said, making sure she didn't end up with a pineapple kiwi peanut butter cookies n' cream and marshmallow slide.
Though there was still that slight curiosity...
When the waiter walked away Sam sighed and laid her head down into her arms. Despite how Sam would argue she was perfectly happy to be by herself, she downright hated being the new girl at the stables. She never got along with anyone. Girls were always out for drama or she just happened to see Sam talking to a guy that was "their's". (Since when is talking a crime?) Guys either didn't like her, had no personality, or were jerks.
And if they weren't that up front, they were the worst later on. (At least from Sam's experience.)
Perhaps it is better to be alone... she mused as she turned and leaned back on the glass window, letting her legs stretch out on the booth. No back stabbing, no jerks, no need to hot wire anyone's car and drive it through a car wash with the windows open then leave a few anchovies in their AC vents in the middle of the summer. Perhaps it would just be easier to only talk to Nutters. She's never talked behind her back... Ok, she probably has, but it's not like Sam would ever know about it. Nut never pretends to be something she's not though.
Then again... Sam wouldn't have anyone to talk to, to laugh with, or at least to laugh at. Not that Sam really ever has had anyone to talk with. Back at home, everyone was all about their stables. You didn't ask how the kids were or if they need help moving. It was 'who's your new racer?' or 'what do you think of so-and-so's new maiden?' or 'what's your next race?'
Despite how Sam loved to talk with her fellow jockeys about such issues, it made it nearly impossible to have a real relationship. Sam hasn't been in a relationship since she was 19. And as far as Sam was concerned, she just wanted a friend at this point.
... What happened to being better alone? Sam grumbled and sunk into her seat. Deciding that she wasn't indecisive enough to decide to not care at the moment and just wonder when her ice cream will be here and praying that it turns out normal.
((XD Sorry, I think I got a tad bit carried away at one point))
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Post by Sophie Dubois on Aug 12, 2010 22:00:33 GMT -5
The Old Fashioned Soda Shoppe was full of it's usual customers, mostly riders from Pinewood. Mrs. Pewter had opened the shop many years ago, and it quickly became the favorite place for all the young riders to come. After all, what young person doesn't love sweets after a long day of riding? No one could ever understand just how much money this little place actually brought in. The old woman was always looking to come up with new ideas for frozen treats, and pineapple kiwi peanut butter and marshmallow slide was her newest creation. Something for the adventurous type of person to enjoy.
Sophie hadn’t been working here for very long now, but she loved every minute of it. Mrs. Pewter was a very sweet woman, and a great boss to have for the young woman’s first job. Back home she had been too busy with lessons and school to have a job. But as soon as she had moved here that was the very first thing she had done was find a job. The twenty-one year old had never once been late, and today was no exception. She was wearing a pair of black dress pants with a white tee shirt and her blue apron. Her chestnut colored hair was pulled into a high pony tail to keep it out of the way.
Her dull green eyes looked around the crowded shop, checking out all the people inside. There was one table where a girl sat by herself, and she seemed to be..talking to herself? She looked utterly bored and out of place among all the crowded tables. Sophie remembered feeling the exact same way when she had first come here, sitting alone at one of those tables. It wasn’t at all a nice feeling. Her lips curled into a soft smile and she walked over to the waiter who was making her ice cream. ”Let me take it” she said to him with a smile. She wasn’t going to take his tip or anything afterwards, but then he already knew that. Never once had she wronged anyone at this place, in fact quite the opposite. She was always the one helping everyone out, doing extra work and even covering for them at times.
She nodded to him and took the ice cream, walking over to the girl and placing her order on the table. ”Here ya go” she said with a smile. ”Do you need anything else?” she asked, her head tilting slightly to the side. She didn’t want to just come straight out and tell the girl that she looked lonely. That might insult her, besides there was a chance that she might simply be waiting for a friend or boyfriend. Sophie didn’t know anything about the girl, but she looked like an alright person. She hoped that she might be able to talk to her and make her comfortable, perhaps even turn her into a friend.
Though Sophie wasn’t new here, she didn’t exactly have many friends. In fact her closest friend was probably Chaz, the 17 year old Quarab that she leased from the Pinewoods. He was the sweetest, most gentle creature she had ever been around. That was initially what had drawn her to him was his calm personality. She adored him for it, and she could never imagine having to give that up and find a new horse. Sure she wanted to own one herself, but she would always have Chaz in her heart and never stop riding the gorgeous gelding.
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Post by Sam Lettington on Aug 12, 2010 22:54:38 GMT -5
A yawn erupted from Sam. She stretched her arms out in front of her and arching her back. After a moment, she leaned her head against the glass window and watched the other customers out of boredom. Course she was sure not to stare at anyone. She'd rather be considered the quiet girl that doesn't talk to anyone instead of the freak that stares at people while they eat ice cream.
Here ya go. A voice yanked Sam back to reality just as she started to zone out. Sam offered a small smile at the waitress- who seemed all too happy to be there- and leaned forwards to grab the bowl of ice cream. Luckily for Sam's laziness, she didn't have to get up to grab it. She paused to inspect it, making sure it didn't have some random pineapple or marshmallow thrown in. Luckily all she saw was Oreos and ice cream... At least Sam just hoped those were Oreos.
Do you need anything else? The waitress drew her attention once more. Sam glanced up and smiled slightly. So many witty words came to mind, but in case the girl didn't know how to play along she decided to play it safe. No thanks, Sam replied. Unless you happen to have my old friends in the back- not that I ever had many.
It wasn't that Sam was mean or just a jerk to everyone, she simply never had many friends. Her best friend always ended up being a horse and frankly, Sam was perfectly happy with that. Even when she had plenty of friends- a very long time ago- she was happier hanging out in the pasture with her favorite pony than being at the mall with all of her friends.
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