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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Jun 9, 2010 19:25:55 GMT -5
( can we pretend ) [/font]  ( that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars )[/color][/font][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Okay, so she shouldn't be there, that was for sure. After all, she was only sixteen. But was Charity going to let that stop her? No way. The 'bouncer' at the door looked skeptical when he saw her and how short she was, but hey, sometimes those things could be used to gain an advantage. Charity was making a big deal about how he wouldn't let her in because she was short, and he got so flustered he let her in. Gotta love being stubborn.
Charity bit her lip once she was inside, and she went to buy a bottle of water. She definitely wasn't going to drink. Alcohol smelled disgusting, and she didn't want to know what it tasted like. She was just there to have some fun, maybe dance a little. The bartender looked wary as she approached, but seemed incredibly relieved when all she wanted was a bottle of water. Was Charity really that young looking? She didn't think so. But whatever, the fact was, she was there, she had some water, and she was ready for a good time.
For now, though, she would watch. She slid up onto a barstool and leaned back against the counter, tapping her foot to the beat of the song that was playing, humming along with the tune. It was going to be a good night, she could tell. Or at least, she hoped. She couldn't really tell.
She sat for a few more minutes, then went and danced for a song or two, then went to regain her perch on the chair. No reason to spend all of her time dancing alone. Maybe if she waited, someone would talk to her or something.
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Post by mugs on Jun 11, 2010 15:33:04 GMT -5
Why?
Out of all the places in New York, why the bloody hell did he come here?
He wasn't fond of loud, crowded places. It wasn't really his thing. He preferred sitting quietly, reading.
Maybe Joseph was rubbing off on him after all..
Well, he may as well enjoy it.
He threw money down on the counter and pointed to some bottle on the shelf. He must have looked old enough because the old man poured him a glass and Jeremiah took it, walking away a few paces.
He was only 19. And he didn't like to drink. So why was he acting so unlike himself?
Jeremiah took a swig of the drink and nearly coughed it all back up. It burned in his throat and his face screwed up, repulsed. He looked back at the counter where the old bartender sat, laughing at the expression on Jeremiah's face.
"Knew you couldn't take it. Not twenty-one yet, I presume?"
He shook his head ashamedly and the bartender laughed, handing him a Coke.
"Sorry, boy-o, but you learned your lesson, didn't ya? Next time, don't try to pull one over on old Sam. He knows your college type."
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm not ever really sure why I took it. I don't really like alcohol. What was that, by the way?"
"It's Sam, boy-o. And that there was whiskey, vodka and dirty-dishwater," Sam cracked up, his withered face pulled up into an impish grin.
Jeremiah smirked with him,"Clever. Thank goodness you didn't poison it with cleaning products though. From the burning, I could have sworn I swallowed bleach."
Thanking the man for the Coke, he looked around, wondering what he could do to get out.
He spotted a girl sitting by the bar, her legs dangling from the stool, drinking a water bottle. She was definitely not old enough to be in here. But she looked a little familiar. Was she one of Joey's friends?
He approached her, his head swimming slightly from the odd concoction that he 'd drunk and sat on the stool beside her.
"I'm sorry, but.. You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" he cursed his British accent. She wouldn't know him. She's think he was from overseas.
Well, he was.. but not anymore.
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Jun 12, 2010 23:38:44 GMT -5
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"I'm sorry, but.. You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"
Well now, if that didn't catch Charity's attention faster than a carrot caught a filly's, she didn't know what would. The question was directed at her. And the person asking had in his possession a British accent. No, she didn't know him, but that wasn't to say that they couldn't have a decent conversation now, could it?
Charity shook her head a little, "I'm sorry darlin', but I don' think we've met befor'. But that doesn't mean we can't now, does it?" She held out her hand, "I'm Charity. Though mos' folks call me Cherry. Or jus' Char, if ya'd rather." She gave a warm smile and took a sip of her water bottle before setting it behind her.
"As I was sayin', I jus' got here 'bout'a week ago from Texas. You soun' like yer from Englan'? When didja come t'the states?" She didn't mean to be rude or nosy, she was just curious. So, when Charity was curious, she would ask. It was what she did.
Charity pulled her feet up to perch on the edge of the chair, effectively folding herself up to an incredibly small size, not that she was all that large to start with. She didn't get the nickname 'Tink' from nowheres after all.
Charity then spun her barstool around to get her water, then turned back to face the boy. She had to admit, he did look familiar. But then again, when you came from Texas, everyone looked familiar. You were raised to treat the people you didn't know like they were old family friends. It was just how it worked. Taking a sip of her water, she ran a hand through her hair and suddenly realized how rude she was being, "Oh, but I'm bein' rude. I don' even know hardly anythin' about you.... Where do ya go ta school? What brings ya to this here bar?"
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Post by mugs on Jun 13, 2010 19:19:15 GMT -5
"I'm sorry darlin', but I don' think we've met befor'. But that doesn't mean we can't now, does it? I'm Charity. Though mos' folks call me Cherry. Or jus' Char, if ya'd rather." The pretty girl held out her hand and he took it, grinning.
"I'm Jeremiah Marshall. Some of my friend call me Jeremy. My brother calls me Jerry, but I don't prefer it much."
"As I was sayin', I jus' got here 'bout'a week ago from Texas. You soun' like yer from Englan'? When didja come t'the states?"
Ah, Texas. He smiled. That sounded like a very nice sunny place. Very unlike England of course.
"Yes, I'm from England. I was born in London, but we moved over here when I was three. I spent my summers in England, so my accent stuck around. My younger brother Joseph doesn't have an accent though, oddly enough."
And now he was rambling.. Perfect. How sad..
"Oh, but I'm bein' rude. I don' even know hardly anythin' about you.... Where do ya go ta school? What brings ya to this here bar?"
He shook his head quickly. Not rude at all. Very kind, actually.
"Don't worry about it. You aren't at all rude. I go to Barrie University. I'm just finishing up my freshman year. What year are you? You look much too young to be in this bar, actually. No offense intended, of course. And I really don't know why I'm here. Just was walking around and happened to come upon the place."
Jeremiah tilted his head to the side, watching her. She was quite petite, very pretty and she had definitely been out in the sun. Kind of made him want to visit Texas. Sunny South instead of rainy London.
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Jun 14, 2010 13:03:25 GMT -5
( can we pretend ) [/font] ( that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars )[/color][/font][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"I'm Jeremiah Marshall. Some of my friend call me Jeremy. My brother calls me Jerry, but I don't prefer it much."
Shaking his hand gently, Charity smiled, "Well, whatever you prefer t'be called is jus' fine by me. It's a pleasure, I'm sure." She gave a final shake and another smile before releasing his hand. She then leaned back against the bar again, listening to his tale of how his accent stuck around. The way he said it 'stuck around', it sounded like his accent was a stubborn mule, refusing to come out of its stall. Not that his accent was like a mule. Not at all. His English accent had a pleasant, lifted tone to it, not like a harsh bray of a mule.
"Well, Didjer brother go on those trips with ya? If he didn' it would explain why his accen' is gone. I like the accen', by th' way." She shrugged a little, not minding the story he gave. It gave her some insight into who he was and what he was like. So far she'd learned his name was Jeremiah, or Jeremy, he was born in London and he moved to the states when he was three, and his accent stuck around because he spent his summers in England. It wasn't much, but it was definitely more than she had known before.
"Don't worry about it. You aren't at all rude. I go to Barrie University. I'm just finishing up my freshman year. What year are you? You look much too young to be in this bar, actually. No offense intended, of course. And I really don't know why I'm here. Just was walking around and happened to come upon the place."
Charity smiled and shook her head a little, "My momma raised me to be a good, southern belle, with good manners and what-not." She bit her lip a little as he asked about her age, "Look, I'm not gonna lie t'you and say I'm some age'm not, so, promise me ya won't get me kicked out?" She shook her head, "Naw, yer a nice guy. Ya wouldn't do that. Truth is, I'm only sixteen, but I was bored and out wanderin', and I came across this here place. Sounded like fun. So, I though' I'd come in, have some water, and have a little fun m'self." She then raised her hand like she was making an oath, "No drinkin', I swear." She smiled a little and laughed, shaking her head.
She took another drink from her waterbottle, then set it down on the counter behind her, wrapping her arms around her knees(which were still tucked up by her chest). "So, have ya ever been t' any real excitin' places?" Yeah, Charity could appreciate culture. She'd always wanted to go to Europe, after all. They had some really great horse competitions.
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Post by mugs on Jun 14, 2010 18:08:26 GMT -5
"Well, whatever you prefer t'be called is jus' fine by me. It's a pleasure, I'm sure."
He nodded, "You can call me Jeremy."
"Well, Didjer brother go on those trips with ya? If he didn' it would explain why his accen' is gone. I like the accen', by th' way."
"No, he preferred to stay in Minnesota. Although, he did come a few times." He turned his face away from her, so she wouldn't see the pink tinge his cheeks. Jeremiah took a drink of his coke, rolling his eyes at himself. He really should stick with being non-social..
"My momma raised me to be a good, southern belle, with good manners and what-not."
He nodded, "She did her job well."
"Look, I'm not gonna lie t'you and say I'm some age'm not, so, promise me ya won't get me kicked out? Naw, yer a nice guy. Ya wouldn't do that. Truth is, I'm only sixteen, but I was bored and out wanderin', and I came across this here place. Sounded like fun. So, I though' I'd come in, have some water, and have a little fun m'self."
She then raised her hand like she was making an oath, "Nodrinkin', I swear."
Jeremiah grinned at her, "Wasn't making any accusations. And besides, you're the only one I can talk to in this place, and you're too young, so I wouldn't purposefully get you in trouble or kicked out. Besides, I learned my lesson from the bartender over there. He wouldn't let you drink either way."
"So,have ya ever been t' any real excitin' places?"
Jeremiah hesitated, "Well.. not exciting, per se. Of course I visited my grandparents and aunts in England. Also visited with my friend Marcus. He's British but they live in Ireland. From there, we went to his cousin's. His cousin, James, lives in Spain. I had to go on a few business trips with my father also. So I've been to China and Russia. Not a lot, I guess."
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Jun 14, 2010 18:44:30 GMT -5
( can we pretend ) [/font] ( that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars )[/color][/font][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Charity smiled and nodded as he picked a name, "Alrigh', Jeremy i'tis." Cross off that from the list. She had honed her first bullet point down to a specific name, Jeremy.
"No, he preferred to stay in Minnesota. Although, he did come a few times." And there it was, she was right. "See, now? It's no' tha' weird tha' he doesn' have an accen'. I mean, maybe it's weird fer you, since you have one 'n all..." She shrugged a little with a smile and took a sip of her water.
"She did her job well."
Charity smiled and shook her head, "Well, aren't you jus' the nices', sweetes' thing since pecan pie. I mos' certainly am no' a perfec' southern belle like my momma wanted. Bu' thanks fer sayin' so anyways." She gave a smile and set her waterbottle down again. It was almost empty at this point. She'd have to get another one soon.
"Wasn't making any accusations. And besides, you're the only one I can talk to in this place, and you're too young, so I wouldn't purposefully get you in trouble or kicked out. Besides, I learned my lesson from the bartender over there. He wouldn't let you drink either way."
Charity laughed a little, "Well, good. If ya were, I'd hafta give ya a hard time." She teased, well, sorta. Then she raised an eyebrow, "An who says you can' talk ta anyone else? I think ya could if ya wanted ta." She shrugged a little, then shook her head, "Naw, I don' much care fer alcohol anyways. Tried it once. It was plum disgustin'. Naw ta mention I was grounded fer a month when m'daddy found out." She laughed at the memory, then sighed a little, looking over at Jeremy as he told about the places he'd been.
"Well.. not exciting, per se. Of course I visited my grandparents and aunts in England. Also visited with my friend Marcus. He's British but they live in Ireland. From there, we went to his cousin's. His cousin, James, lives in Spain. I had to go on a few business trips with my father also. So I've been to China and Russia. Not a lot, I guess."
Charity shrugged, "Well i' sounds pretty excitin' ta me. I've always wanted ta go ta Europe. I hear tha' the horse shows are amazin'." She sighed a little wistfully, then focused again, "Ya ever ridden a horse? Best way to spend a day. I promise."
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Post by mugs on Jun 14, 2010 19:37:16 GMT -5
"Well, aren't you jus' the nices', sweetes' thing since pecan pie. I mos' certainly am no' a perfec' southern belle like my momma wanted. Bu' thanks fer sayin' so anyways.Well, good. If ya were, I'd hafta give ya a hard time. An who says you can' talk ta anyone else? I think ya could if ya wanted ta."
His face burned again. He was so not used to talking to girls, and he couldn't help but be embarrassed.
"Well, maybe not perfect. No one is. But you're the closest thing to a fairy princess I've ever seen, and just as polite too." He chanced a glance up and grinned widely at her.
"See the thing is.. I'm not very good with people. I'm kind of a loner, myself."
"Naw, I don' much care fer alcohol anyways. Tried it once. It was plum disgustin'. Naw ta mention I was grounded fer a month when m'daddy found out."
"Yes, I don't like it much either. Pretty sour. Makes my stomach churn." He glanced at her water bottle, then asked Sam for another water, handing it to her. "Thirsty tonight, are we?"
"Well i' sounds pretty excitin' ta me. I've always wanted ta go ta Europe. I hear tha' the horse shows are amazin'. Ya ever ridden a horse? Best way to spend a day. I promise."
"I haven't, actually. Not one worth mentioning, anyway. Horses in England are boring. I remember watching shows and movies. Old westerns with the wild horses and I always liked them much better. Sadly, the horses in England are about as stuffy as the Lords that ride them."
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Jun 16, 2010 13:18:27 GMT -5
( can we pretend ) [/font] ( that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars )[/color][/font][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Well, maybe not perfect. No one is. But you're the closest thing to a fairy princess I've ever seen, and just as polite too."
Charity smiled a little and shook her head, "Well my momma would be more pleased than a horse with an entire Bagga oats if she heard tha'." She laughed, then finished off her waterbottle, capping the empty one and setting it on the counter.
"See the thing is.. I'm not very good with people. I'm kind of a loner, myself."
Charity rolled her eyes, "Well tha's nonsense. You're doin' fine. I'm people righ? And you don' hafta be a loner all the time...." She offered helpfully, though she made note that he was typically a loner and probably a bookworm from the looks of it. He didn't look like he'd seen much sun lately.
"Yes, I don't like it much either. Pretty sour. Makes my stomach churn."
Charity nodded, "Tha' i'does. Nasty stuff, alcohol..." She really had no intention to ever drink again, after tasting a weird concoction of whisky, beer, and some lemonade. Someone thought it would be good. Definitely was not.
She then smiled and took the water bottle she was handed, "Well, thank ya kindly, Jeremy."
"Thirsty tonight, are we?"
Charity shrugged a little, "I s'pose. The way I figger, it'd be better ta drink a lo' now, than ta get dehydrated later. Someone tol' me once tha' by th' time yer thirsty, yer already dehydrated, so ya gotta drink water all th' time...." She gave a smile, "So I guess I'm jus' keepin the headache away." She then looked over as someone tripped over a non-existent bump in the floor. Well, he was drunker than drunk. "I dun think he'll have as much success t'morrow." She motioned toward the man who was now just laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling.
"I haven't, actually. Not one worth mentioning, anyway. Horses in England are boring. I remember watching shows and movies. Old westerns with the wild horses and I always liked them much better. Sadly, the horses in England are about as stuffy as the Lords that ride them."
Charity shook her head, "Well, tha's too bad. You'll hafta come riding with me sometime then. Ya could ride m'gelding, Sterling. He's a bundle o' fun. We could do some barrel racing. Or trail ridin'. Then ya'd see how fun horses are." She gave a smile, then opened the water bottle he had given her, and she took a sip.
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Post by mugs on Jun 16, 2010 23:50:25 GMT -5
"Well tha's nonsense. You're doin' fine. I'm people righ? And you don' hafta be a loner all the time...."
Jeremiah gave a half-hearted smile, "I'm best suited as a loner. I may be doing fine now, but I don't usually do well with people. I'm the one who stays in the dorm studying, rather than socializing," He then looked at his feet scuffing his shoe on the floor, not really wanting to look at her as he admitted how terribly socially awkward he was, "I don't really fit in, you know? I don't really belong anywhere."
"I s'pose. The way I figger, it'd be better ta drink a lo' now, than ta get dehydrated later. Someone tol' me once tha' by th' time yer thirsty, yer already dehydrated, so ya gotta drink water all th' time....So I guess I'm jus' keepin the headache away."
"Seems logical enough." He smiled at her, then watched the drunk man fall onto the floor.
"I dun think he'll have as much success t'morrow."
Jeremiah looked around and before he could change his mind, he knelt next to the man, waving his hand in front of his eyes. No reaction. He shook the man lightly.
"Um, excuse me, sir?"
The man stirred and looked up at Jeremiah, quite obviously confused.
"Sir? Can you hear me?" The man nodded slowly.
"Alright then. You should probably get home. You didn't drive, did you?"
One of the man's companions stumbled over. Although he was less drunk than the collapsed man, he was still quite drunk.
"Is this your friend? Did he come with you? You both ought to leave for home, before you get anymore alcohol in you."
Another chap came over, clearly not at all drunk and tried to take car keys from his friend, but was unsuccessful. Jeremiah reached in his pocket and handed the sober man a wad of cash for the cab ride home. After thanking Jeremiah, the sober man heaved his two friends out the front door and helped them into a nearby taxi cab.
"Well, tha's too bad. You'll hafta come riding with me sometime then. Ya could ride m'gelding, Sterling. He's a bundle o' fun. We could do some barrel racing. Or trail ridin'. Then ya'd see how fun horses are."
Jeremiah smiled as Charity told him about her horse. She definitely loved horses.
"You make it sound fun just talking about it. You really into horses then? Do you do shows?"
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Jun 17, 2010 12:47:05 GMT -5
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"I'm best suited as a loner. I may be doing fine now, but I don't usually do well with people. I'm the one who stays in the dorm studying, rather than socializing. I don't really fit in, you know? I don't really belong anywhere."
Charity sighed and shook her head with a smile, "Well now, ya gotta fit in somewheres 'm sure. I mean, there's lotsa people who spend a lo' of time readin'... I never liked it much m'self. Had too many other things ta do." She shrugged a little, "But If tha's whatcha like, I'm sure ya could find other people who like ta do tha'too."
She then bit her lip a little as Jeremy said it sounded logical. She nodded a bit and smiled, taking another drink of water.
Then she smiled a little as she watched Jeremy help the drunk man, the drunk man's drunk friend, and his sober friend. She then felt bad for not helping. She shook her head a little as Jeremy handed them a wad of cash, "Y'know, it's dangerous t' carry tha' much cash with ya..." She was teasing, obviously, but if he really was as socially awkward as he said, he might not get that. She really couldn't be sure. So, she moved on.
"Tha' was mighty nice of ya t' do tha'. Mos' people woulda jus' let'im sleep until he got kicked ou'."
Charity smiled a little and nodded as Jeremy said that she made horses sound fun. "They really are. I've done horse shows all over th' country, and it's really loads o'fun." She nodded, "Tha's how I found this school I'm goin' to. Or, my momma found it. We were here fer a show, and my momma though' it looked like a good school." She shrugged a little, "Bu' yeah, horses are basic'ly my life..." She gave a little smile, then grabbed a napkin and a pen. She wrote down her cell number, "An' I'm serious. Ya ever wanta go ridin', just tex' me or somethin'." She then handed the napkin to Jeremy and apologized, "Sorry It's jus' a napkin. No fancy bis'ness card or nothin'."
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Post by mugs on Jun 17, 2010 13:12:59 GMT -5
"Well now, ya gotta fit in somewheres 'm sure. I mean, there's lotsa people who spend a lo' of time readin'... I never liked it much m'self. Had too many other things ta do.But If tha's whatcha like, I'm sure ya could find other people who like ta do tha'too."
Jeremiah shrugged his shoulders a little, tilting his head to the side, "I suppose so. But there aren't many mild college students around here. Not that I've met anyway. Not that I would meet many people in the seclusion of my dorm..Sometimes I wish I was more like my brother Joseph. He's much more social."
"Y'know, it's dangerous t' carry tha' much cash with ya...Tha' was mighty nice of ya t' do tha'. Mos' people woulda jus' let'im sleep until he got kicked ou'."
Jeremiah grinned at her, "What, you doubt my athletic skills?" he teased, then shoved the rest of his money in his pocket. "It's just for emergencies, really. But I felt that guy needed some help. My mum brought me up to be a gentleman and help anyone who needs my help. Which I suppose could turn me dirt poor really quick here in New York."
"They really are. I've done horse shows all over th' country, and it's really loads o'fun. Tha's how I found this school I'm goin' to. Or, my momma found it. We were here fer a show, and my momma though' it looked like a good school."
"Really? What school is that? Joseph and I attend different schools here in the city. I go to Barrie and he's at Baum academy."
"Bu' yeah, horses are basic'ly my life...An' I'm serious. Ya ever wanta go ridin', just tex' me or somethin'. Sorry It's jus' a napkin. No fancy bis'ness card or nothin'."
He smiled as she handed him the napkin then stowed it in him pocket with his money.
"No, really, Doesn't matter about a napkin. I know many who carry around business cards. Very informal. Not at all appealing. You never really want to contact someone who has 'Doctor' in front of their name, but isn't a doctor at all. And the riding sounds like fun, it really does. I'll have to take you up on that. You'll just have to come drag me out of my dorm whenever I'm being particularly boring."
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Post by CHARITY NELSON on Jun 17, 2010 23:27:16 GMT -5
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"I suppose so. But there aren't many mild college students around here. Not that I've met anyway. Not that I would meet many people in the seclusion of my dorm..Sometimes I wish I was more like my brother Joseph. He's much more social."
Charity smiled and shrugged a little, "Well, no one says ya gotta be like yer brother. Ya should be happy ta jus' be you. I thinks yer jus' fine th' way ya are. No needta change."
"What, you doubt my athletic skills?"
"No, no... It's not tha' it's jus' well, ya can never be too careful, y'know? There's some righ' mean people 'n New York, an' I know I cert'nly wouldn' wan'ta meet'em." She shook her head a little with a smile, "But I'm sure ya can hold yer own in a fight."
"It's just for emergencies, really. But I felt that guy needed some help. My mum brought me up to be a gentleman and help anyone who needs my help. Which I suppose could turn me dirt poor really quick here in New York."
Charity had to laugh and nod a little at that, "Well, your momma def'nitely did a good job o'tha'. Why, yer a better gentleman than half th' guys in Texas. Heck, slap a Texan accent on ya and give ya a farmers tan and ya'd fit righ' in. Gotta put a limit on it though, no' tha' bein' dirt poor is a bad thing. Ya learn tha' on a ranch. Money ain't everythin'." She then gave a bit of a satisfied nod and took another drink of her water, though she swallowed the mouthful quickly when Jeremy asked which school she was at. Almost too quickly. The mouthful hurt going down, but Charity recovered quickly.
She coughed a little, then answered quickly, her answer riddled with a cough here and there, "Oh, sorry..." She paused to cough again, "I go to Baum..." She then gave nod and cleared her throat quietly, as if finalizing her answer.
With a smile, she shook her head then, "Why, an informal bis'ness card? I never heard'a such a thin'. Glad m'napkin isn'an offense then. An please do take m'up on it. Poor Sterling doesn' get enough atten'tin. 'm always ridin' Dillon. She's m' pinto Arabian show mare. Best trained horse ye'll ever meet, Gar'n'teed. Raised 'n trained 'er m'self. Trained Sterling too, but he doesn't have's much 'spunk' as Dillon- he's fun t'ride, but he's no' a show horse." She shrugged a little then, taking another sip of water, "I think he'd like ya. He's partial t'guys. I guess he feels he can relate t'em er sumthin."
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Post by mugs on Jul 16, 2010 14:12:50 GMT -5
"Well, no one says ya gotta be like yer brother. Ya should be happy ta jus' be you. I thinks yer jus' fine th' way ya are. No needta change. No, no... It's not tha' it's jus' well, ya can never be too careful, y'know? There's some righ' mean people 'n New York, an' I know I cert'nly wouldn' wan'ta meet'em.But I'm sure ya can hold yer own in a fight."
He shrugged a little, grinning at her.
"Usually, I can't stand my brother. He's an energetic fellow. He's not widely liked, since he so often speaks his mind. I'm fine with myself, but he's much more social. And fighting isn't exactly my strong point. I mean, sure, I could probably do all right, but I'd rather use diplomatic means instead of force."
"Well, your momma def'nitely did a good job o'tha'. Why, yer a better gentleman than half th' guys in Texas. Heck, slap a Texan accent on ya and give ya a farmers tan and ya'd fit righ' in. Gotta put a limit on it though, no' tha' bein' dirt poor is a bad thing. Ya learn tha' on a ranch. Money ain't everythin'."
He turned a little pink, "Yeah, well I just try to be polite and compassionate. I got a lot of patience from chasing after Joey. Texas sounds nice. Heat and blue sky instead of smog. And I've never cared much about money. Sure, I've never had a money problem, but I don't really use a lot of it."
When he asked about her school, Charity went into a slight coughing fit. Jeremiah patted her back, concerned.
"Oh, sorry..." She paused to cough again, "I go to Baum..."
His green eyes were wide, "Really? You do? I don't think I've ever seen you around the campus before. Are you new? Maybe you've met my brother after all."
"Why,an informal bis'ness card? I never heard'a such a thin'. Glad m'napkin isn'an offense then. An please do take m'up on it. Poor Sterling doesn' get enough atten'tin. 'm always ridin' Dillon. She's m' pinto Arabian show mare. Best trained horse ye'll ever meet, Gar'n'teed. Raised 'n trained 'er m'self. Trained Sterling too, but he doesn't have's much 'spunk' as Dillon- he's fun t'ride, but he's no' a show horse. I think he'd like ya. He's partial t'guys. I guess he feels he can relate t'em er sumthin."
Jeremiah grinned, "Smart horse. Of course, I did always find horses to be quite intelligent creatures. But if I do join you, you'll have to promise that you won't laugh at me. I haven't ridden a horse in a long time. Sterling won't have any trouble controlling me."
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