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"Well, I have to go. Gotta unload the horses, y'know." She stated. |
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"Yeah, good talking to you." Marco said, flashing her a smile before heading back to his friends, still dangling his helmet in his hands. The group was silent before they erupted in silent cheers for Marco, slapping him on the back. "Damn, didn't know you knew how to talk for chicks." One of his friends teased, Marco responding as if it were still a joke. Eventually things got heated between the two, Marco being short fused, the two quickly got into a fight, tossing insults at eachother before things got lightly physical. If Marco had wanted to he could've charged at him and knocked him to the ground, but he didn't, instead just threw a few punches before shaking his head at the guy and walking away to the stands. He distanced himself from all of them, cooling off quickly. |
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Liliana walked back to her truck and trailer, unloading her horses. One of them, a stunning black Friesian stallion, snorted, tossing his head. |
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Marco snapped a few girls and DM'd a few, getting into a argument over text with his father about not being at the house. He barely relized that he was about to go out for bronc riding, popping his helmet back on and heading to mount. Once he gave the signal the gate opened and the bronc darted out, throwing a challenge at Marco. He spurred and rode it well, hopping off swiftly before being too slow, the bronc bucking over him. -Please don't land on me please don't land on me please don't land on me please do- okay now RUN- Marco stood and started running, hopping up over the fence as he landed harshly on the metal, laughing as he stood and Blane teased him. "Did not plan on getting trampled today. Oh look, i'm in second. Nice," He mused, the two heading down as he unzipped his vest and unclipped his helmet, dangling the helmet in his hands and leaving the vest on as he walked to the dulley and deposited of the helmet and vest, his outfit now a blue show shirt, jeans, his boots, and a black felt hat as he walked back to the stands, spurs clinking softly. |
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"Atta boy." Liliana murmured, mounting her Friesian stud, walking him around. |
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Marco and Blane were walking back to the stands when they passed Liliana, both of their gazes lingering on her before staying silent for a moment before continuing on with their conversation. "Must say, nice woman and nice horse? Ha, yes please." Marco mused, Blane chuckling before continuing discussing bulls. |
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The Friesian snorted and whinnied, tossing his mane. He pranced around, eagerly chomping at his bit, ears perked forward. "Good boy." Liliana murmured, before greeting Marco. "Marco." |
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He immediatly looked up from his conversation and flashed a smile, giving a small wave as well. "Hey," Marco greeted, face turning to a scowl as Blane said something before looking back at Liliana with the same smile. "Good luck on your run." He said, continuing after Blane. |
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"Thanks. I ain't the best at reining, and this new boy here isn't great either." She stated. "So long as we have fun, that's what matters." |
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"Exactly!" He called over his shoulder, heading up the stands to the top row where his entire group was, either leaning on the railing and on their phones, feet kicked up on the seats infront of them with their hats on their faces and asleep, talking, or watching the ring. Marco kicked his feet up and snapped a few more girls, finding a spot in one of their rooms for the night. Eventually he laid his hat on his face, tipping his head back but listening for Liliana's name. |
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