not one night please(Vegas)

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Logan strolled into the Hall. He went straight to bar and sat on a stool. He took off his western stype hat and set it down. "Could I get a beer, please?" he said. He was out looking for someone who didn't like one night stands but someone who'd be willing to stay in a year long relationship. He was lonely. He nodded to the bartender as he got his cold beer. He sighed and took a small drink of it. He looked around the crowd hoping to spot someone he'd be able to maybe buy a drink for. He was in a very good mood tonight. That's why he was out. He was celebrating the first race win of his life. His lively racer had won the big race today. He was actually showing a side of himself he hadn't seen in a very long time. He was showing the fun and loving side of himself again since his family all died.

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The young woman leaned against the wall. She'd been dragged out by a friend who had immediately ditched her for a few so called 'sexy' boys. Bailey was dressed decently. She didnt enjoy showing much skin. The only time she honestly showed it was in a bikini. Tonight she was a jean miniskirt, that fel to about mid-thigh, and a form-fitting natural green tank top. It wasn't an unusual sight to see her barefoot. None who knew her complained about it. It was just a Bailey thing. As long as the place served no shoes, she was barefoot, unless she was at the barn, when she had her tall boots. If anything else, she wore flipflops. Her hair was loose over her shoulders, and was a deep, natural red. It had a wave to it, and was parted only slightly to the left.

She sighed, pushing fingers through her hair. Her eyes were a frosted green. They often changed to the same color as what she wore, or as close as possible. Her eyes shifted away. She needed a drink. Silently, she made her way through the crowd, ignroing wolf whistles and calls from men younger and older than her. She rolled her eyes and stopped at the bar, beside a man, nodding politely to him. He was handsome, and he looked calm, sipping his icy beer. She looked away, shaming herself for staring. "Scotch and water, on the rocks, please." She flashed a small smile and her i.d.

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Logan took another drink from his beer. He felt good about himself tonight. He glanced to her. He heard what she had ordered. He smirked slightly. He nodded back to her. He smiled now. He thought to himself that maybe he found someone he was looking for in this town finally. He sighed and took another drink before looking to her. " Hello there, the name's Logan" he said. He held his hand out to her slightly. He watched her slightly but he wasn't staring like most of the guys around were. He wasn't like any of them. He turned to a few of them. "Hey either get yourself a camera and take a picture or mind your own business" he told them harshly.

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She only had seconds to wait before the glass was slid down to bar to her. She caught it smoothly, lifting it to her lips. The cold alcohol burned her throat. But it tasted so good. She tilted her head back, crimson hair spilling off her shoulders, down her back. She set the glass down on the bar, tucking her identification card into her back pocket with her left hand. That was when the male next to her spoke up. She tilted her head to look at him. Bailey stood only about 5'3, which came in use on the track. She was a very good rider. A very good racer. She eyed him before smiling. "Bailey." She nodded, voice angelic, confident. "Pleased to meet you, Logan." Whether he heard her or not, she wasn't sure because he'd turned around to the staring men and snapped at them with a sharp voice. Her eyes widened as they backed off. She she smirked smugly. Well, she already liked this guy.

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Logan wasn't about to fight the men. He looked to her again. He took another drink of his beer and sighed. "Sorry about that. Those guys can be real pigs, if you know what I mean" he said. He groaned and ordered another beer. He sighed again and finished the beer in his hand just as the second bottle got put in front of him. He sighed and took a drink from it. He was in a very good mood tonight for some reason.

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Bailey twirled the glass, watching the golden liquid slosh lazily. It splashed slightly, spotting her finger with he alcoholic drink. She frowned, rubbing the drink between two fingers. With a heavy sigh, she lifted the glass to her lips and finished off the drink. The bartender paused by her, assuming she wanted another drink, which she did. Of the same kind? No. Bailey liked a bit of variety in her life , and what fun was drinking the same thing over and over again? "Crown and coke?" She asked. The bartender nodded to her rhetorical question, and moved to make her drink. Logan now spoke up. She shook her head. "No problem. If anything I should be thanking you." She smiled faintly. There was a seconds pause. "So," she caught her drink before it tipped on the table, when it was slid down to her. "What brings you to the club life?"

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Logan thought for a minute. "Well, I'm out tonight to have some fun for once. How about you? Why are you out tonight?" he said. He grinned after he took another drink of his beer. He sighed and set the beer down. He looked to the men again to see them staring at him now. He started getting heated. But, not from being inside. He was only heating up because those guys were making him mad enough to start a fight. "Hold that thought for a minute. I think I better take out some trash" he said. He got up and walked right to the guys staring. He punched them all. They all jumped him and started to try and kick his ass. But, he out smarted them by slipping away and grabbing the phone by the bar and dialing the number for the cops.

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It was quite a sight to see the fight. She was happy to see him come out of it unscathed, but she was also taken aback by his short fuse. She wasn't sure what t think of this man anymore. He was unpredictable, like her Thoroughbred colt, whom she was being forced to sell to pay for her Quarter Horses. The fiery bay could be walking by your side, and then dragging you behind him in the direction of the track. She dismissed the thoughts, and focused on the problem presented. She took a quick sip of the new drink and set it down before approaching him as he put away the phone. She reached up and lay a tentative hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?" She didn't feel the need to answer his previous questions until he answered hers.

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Logan sat down on his stool again. "I'm alright. They got most of it I got nothing" he said. He relaxed and took a drink from his beer that finished it off. He groaned but didn't touch where he was hurting because it was too important to him at the moment to look alright. He order something stronger then beer now. He order a tall glass of Jack Daniel's. He pushed the beer bottles away from himself and looked to her.

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She finished half her glass before pushing it away. She had to drive home, and she needed to be sober to do so. She glanced at him sideways, watching him order a stronger drink. Jack Daniel's was difficult to drink straight. It was used as a numbing in most cases. "You're hurt." It wasn't like her to feel concern for someone she had just met. "Where?" She looked at him straight on now, blinking curiously. "Are you driving home?"

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Logan groaned. He drank from the new drink in front of him. "I don't think you want to know where. But, I didn't drive myself here. I crashed my car last week" he said. He groaned and carefully gripped the top of the bar and tried to keep the pain from his face. But, it didn't help. He picked up the glass and drank half of it down trying to numb his pain.

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She smirked at his comment. "Well you're lucky then, because drinking like that, you'd crash it again." She didn't offer to drive him home, she didn't know him well enough to do so. So absently, she attempted a change in subjects. "What do you do for a living?" She asked, looking down at her hands for a moment, then returning her gaze to his.

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Logan pushed his half empty glass away from himself. " Well, I ride racehorses for a living. I actually won a race today on my horse, Grand Champ" he said. He smirked slightly. He looked to the bartender who noted to the two beer bottles and half empty glass. He told the guy he just wanted a glass of water now. He had to get sober before tomorrow's workout.

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She looked at him brightly. "You do?" She immediately corrected herself. "I mean, really?" She smiled softly. "I've ridden quite a bit on the track. I have a promising young colt, as well, but I have to sell him." Her first words where happy, light, flawlessly carefree, but her final six words were weighted with pain. "His name is Storm Prince. Storm." She smiled. The colt was a prince, a very important prince, but calling him that would almost positivly boost the colt's ego another impossible degree. "Hasn't raced yet, but his times are fantastic. He's still only two."

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Logan sipped at his glass of water now. "That's depressing. I love my racer. He's fast yet everyone around knows him by his nickname now. Every time they see him at the track they all say 'There goes the famous Champ'. I bet if you got Storm into at least one race against my Champ and beat me you'd get everyone around willing to pay a whole whack of money for him" he said. He wasn't lying. He wouldn't just be nice and let her win he'd put her colt to the challange. He wasn't joking his horse woud tire and then she'd get her chance.