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Post by vegas on Aug 26, 2009 15:28:09 GMT -5
She smiled softly. "I'd love a challenge race, but thats not the point. I don't want more money." She sighed heavily, looking down. "I want my colt." She blinked for a moment before looking at him. "Would you like to meet him?" She smiled softly, thinking about the lanky Thoroughbred.
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Post by booster on Aug 26, 2009 15:35:44 GMT -5
Logan started to think. " I think I know one way that you can keep your colt without having to sell him. But, I'd like to meet him" he said. He took a drink of his water and smiled. He was actually enjoying himself. But, he wouldn't say how she could keep her colt without needing to sell him.
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Post by vegas on Aug 26, 2009 15:43:48 GMT -5
Her eyes sparkled at his comment. Storm was her baby. She'd had his dam, whom had died at birth. She'd raised Storm from ten minutes old to where he was now. A proud, noble, full-of-himself racer. "Well. Meet me at the track tomorrow?" She questioned. "We could meet at the gap at six, ready to ride?" She almost ignored his comment about keeping her colt, but that was because she'd let him see her bay run before commenting.
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Post by booster on Aug 26, 2009 15:52:23 GMT -5
Logan smiled more now. "Alright, my boy Champ has a workout tomorrow anyways. So, I'll see you there. I just hope I remember who you are" he said. He finished his glass of water and asked for another one. He was practically drunk now and really wouldn't know who she was tomorrow. Infact he'd end up sleeping just outside of his house tonight.
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Post by vegas on Aug 26, 2009 15:57:48 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes. She'd been drunk before. He'd wake up with a killer headache and no memory. But it would all flood back to him in an hours time. Hopefully, that would be before the race, because Bailey wouldn't risk injuring her pride and joy because some idiot stranger was all over the track on his Champ. If he showed up drunk tomorrow, he'd be no use to her. She did hope he would remember how to help her though. She stood now, tipping the bartender. "See you at six." She nodded, and left him at that.
ooc;; would you like me to start the post?
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Post by booster on Aug 26, 2009 16:04:05 GMT -5
Logan finsihed his second glass of water before putting money on the bar and getting up and leaving. He started to walk home.
ooc: yeah if you feel like it.
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