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"Yup," Marco rasped, glancing over at him. "That's why I don't care what I pay to find somewhere else for the night. Sometimes even weeks." |
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"What about Liliana's place? She said it was private property, and she's got the room." Dean murmured. "Legally, unless she herself says so, your dad can't go there, onto her land." |
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"Yeah, i'll ask her. I'd rather not turn into more of a punchign bag for my dad." He muttered quietly, looking for Liliana and eyeing her before looking down, deciding if he should go ask. If he did would she see him as a creep? What if he didn't? Then would she think he didn't need her? Good lord this guy needs to work on not overthinking everything, eh, he was kinda conditioned to do so. Marco rubbed his neck and winced, it being the most bruised from his fathers hands wrapping around it. "You alright?" Dean asked, Marco just looking at him. "Do I look alright?" |
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"Here she comes." Blane stated. Liliana was heading over, a different horse in tow. A sleek blue roan Thoroughbred mare, with her own bruises. |
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Immediatly the entire group straightened up and dusted the dirt off them selves, all except Marco, who still sat with a thousand yard stare at the dirt, the rest on their phones or watching Liliana. |
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"Damn, talk about a stunning horse." A man whistled. "I know, right? I'd give anything to own any type of horse, let alone one of the most expensive breeds around." A girl nodded. |
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Marco remained staring at the ground, one of his friends deciding to smack him on the back of the neck when ever he passed, Marco wincing and dipping his head slightly before standing and following Roy, sitting down beside him. |
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"Mornin'." Liliana greeted. "You all still bull-ridin' today?" |
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"Yup, bulls and broncs. Apparently got a nice one who most people either fly off immediatly or ride it and get stuck, theres no in between." Dean mused, seeing the intercom go on. The group scrambled to put their helmets and vests on, one of them even getting crowd surfed down the stpes on accident. Marco stood, walking down to the shoots. <><><><>
Eventually came his turn, Marco holding onto the bull but landing smoothly, looking to see him in first place and remaining straight faced, dragging himself out of the arena. |
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"Is he okay?" Liliana whispered, looking at Marco's friends. |
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