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Post by Ayesha McMillan on Jun 16, 2010 12:38:29 GMT -5
"Thank you," Ayesha offered as she took the bottle and curtseyed a little, bending just her knees a bit. She didn't insult his gift by looking at the label, as she really appreciated the gesture and didn't take Mark to be an expert on wine. He just didn't strike her that way.
She got a beer and a glass for Mark and handed both to him, before she went back to the kitchen, to get a basket with sliced white bread that she put next to the bowl of salad.
"I know a garden salad isn't exactly high-class for starters, but I hope you'll forgive me for not devoting the whole afternoon to cooking alone," Ayesha remarked, as she filled smaller bowls with salad, before distributing them around the table. "I have a horse to tend to, after all." She smiled widely. If she ever had a dinner party were guests would know precisely how much time that could consume, this would be it, and she liked that thought of being among like-minded individuals who cared about horses deeply.
"Speaking of which," she continued, as she gestured towards the salad and seats around the dinner table, "perhaps after dinner you three can offer some advice. I would like to work on Dance's endurance a bit over the next few weeks, and I can't think of any people more qualified than you three to offer some hints and advice - not to mention medical expertise in your case, Adrianna."
--------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: I think we don't have to play out every bite and sip, so I have no problem with anyone advancing the scene a few minutes here and there, as long as there's no "god moding" involved. Just mentioning a bit of small talk and eating somewhere shouldn't be a problem, I'd say.
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Post by Jared Martins on Jun 24, 2010 14:47:19 GMT -5
Having gotten the beer from Ayesha, Jared had stood around looking like a fool for a moment before trying to relax his body. He felt so out of place in another person’s house, a worker’s house at that. It seemed as if he was confused as to how to act but Jared wasn’t the type to let anything he didn’t want to be displayed across his face, instead he relaxed his normally sour mouth and softened his gaze. It was a stretched for him to achieve but wasn’t impossible. Giving Adrianna a knowing stare at her actions, he took a seat across from her to take a moment to get off his feet. That outfit of hers had grabbed his attention and it was a fight not to just let his eyes wonder over her figure. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.” Chuckling, he felt a little more at ease with Ayesha off to fetch the new person at the door.
Hearing that familiar voice at the door way, Jared turned to see his son entered the living room. It was about time for that boy to show up. Where had he been? The odds were he’d been at the bar drinking with some old friends, he could read his son like a book just as much as Markus could read him. “Hey Markus.” Lifting the beer bottle slightly, he gave Markus a warm and inviting grin followed by a swig from the bottle. It was partially to annoy his son since Jared knew he was worried about his health lately. “I classify three extra hours after everyone else leaves as working late.” It wasn’t the latest he’d worked before. However, there was no need to work until two hours before dawn that night.
“Anything you provide, Ayesha, I’m sure we will all be more than willing to eat.” And adding to that, Jared thought over his lack of lunch that day. He seemed to be losing track of time a lot easier than he use to in his younger years. Easing back in the chair, Jared rested his leg over top of the other giving off the impression he felt a lot more confident in his surroundings then he really was. For a moment, his eyes followed Markus’s movements and envied where his son sat and it took an effort on his part not to allow it to form along his face.
At the suddle hint for them to migrate to the dining table Jared rose to his feet slowly. He felt a crack in his knees and sighed under his breath. Maybe he was getting old after all…but was it time to face those facts? Not in his eyes. He planned to continue working at Willow Brooke’s for many years to come. Jared took a seat at the table, placing the beer down in front of the plate before him. Taking a deep sniff of the air, his stomach gave a low growl. Whatever was for dinner, his stomach approved and wanted some.
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Post by Dr. Adrianna Bowen on Jun 24, 2010 15:18:41 GMT -5
"Hey Markus!" she returned the cheery smile watching him sit down beside her. It almost amazed her how similar Markus and Jared looked to one another. Of course they were father and son so why shouldn’t they. Their only real difference was the fake that Jared had some years on Markus. She was sure Jared had to be proud of his son, even if he did have some rough teenage years he had grown into a fine young man. Adrianna just hoped he wouldn’t work himself as hard as his father often did.
Adrianna followed everyone to the table, listening to Ayesha speak about the starter she laughed a bit, "I don’t think any of us are exactly high class". It clearly wasn’t an insult to anyone just simply stating a fact. Even if Adrianna had lots of money and an expensive house she didn’t consider herself high class. Like most people in Willow Brooke she preferred the simple things, which is much of the reason she loved living here. "Plus Garden salad is one of my favourite" She added on.
Taking her seat at the table she found herself sitting beside Markus once again and across from Jared. She was really struggling not to jump across the table at Jared. Of course she didn’t display these emotions, but like he rarely saw her in dressy outfits, she rarely saw him so dressed up and he looked quite handsome. Although she found him equally as handsome in his everyday close. It was really the way Jared carried himself and his personality that drew Adrianna in, almost like the way a drug sucks you in.
She smiled as Ayesha spoke about dance, Adrianna was more than willing to help, "You’ll have to pay me for my expert opinion" she laughed, it was clear she was joking. Adrianna got paid more than enough by Jared, and it wasn’t like she really needed more money. Plus Ayesha was considered a friend now, and you do favours for your friends. She was sure someday she would need Ayesha and in that case their favours would equal out. "I’d love to answer any questions you have" she said more sincerely now, making sure Ayesha realized the earlier comment was joke.
Adrianna picked up her fork and ate some of the salad "For a simple start it sure is good" She looked over to Ayesha with a friendly smile. Sometimes the simple things were always the best, Adrianna felt that far too often people went with the extraordinary when all they really needed was the simple. Maybe that’s another reason where her and Jared’s relationship worked so well, Adrianna was simple. She was happy to just be with him, and rather than make things more complicated by letting other people know about it she was happy to keep it to herself. She allowed her eyes to glance over to Jared for a moment, but not long enough for anyone to suspect anything from them.
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Post by Markus Martins on Jun 24, 2010 16:30:09 GMT -5
Mark laughed at his dad and shook his head gently. "Dad, three hours after classes and lessons let out is and early day for you." He commented gently as he took a swig of his beer. Unfortunately, that was all too true. Jared spent way too many hours at work even after hours, which wasn't good for him. Mark couldn't help but worry about Jared these days. He looked to Adrianna with that charming Martins's smile of him before he took a swig of his drink.
He stood up and followed the others over to the table before taking a seat next to Adrianna again. He glanced down at the salad thoughtfully for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip. Mark wasn't really much of a salad person really, but he would eat it. He would just douse it down with plenty of salad dressing. And he did. Mark and Jared never really had fancy multiple course meals, but they were men. Mark liked to call salads rabbit food, mainly because most of the stuff in a salad was eaten by a rabbit.
He glanced around the table curiously for a moment, studying his dad before he looked to Ayesha. "Well, if you want to build up her endurance, you'd be best off taking her on trail rides probably. Set a certain amount of distance for the ride and go for it." He said gently as he mixed in the salad dressing and then forked up some lettuce and a cucumber. "That's what I do when I want to work out Ace's endurance." At the moment, Ace was down for any strenuous activity, and the large stallion wans't liking it. A walk around the camp by halter was not the Stud's idea of fun, and Mark could understand that. He was going stir crazy, but he couldn't let the strain get worse. So if Ace wanted out of his stall or wanted a little more space, Mark put him out in one of the corals where he could keep an eye on the stallion. "Thank you, by the way, Doc, for letting me use BamBam for my lessons." He said a he looked up to Adrianna, taking a swig of his beer.
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Post by Ayesha McMillan on Jun 24, 2010 23:47:05 GMT -5
Ayesha only listened with half an ear to what Jared said to Mark, but if she could be any judge of it, Jared was probably the one who had worked late. The man was pretty much a poster boy for a Protestant work ethic, and she made a mental note to actually ask about his believes one day. Before turning the conversation to religion, or politics, she would have to get to know her colleagues a little better - or much better, given how touchy those subjects were with some people.
Turning her attention to Adrianna as she started on her salad she replied, "sure, I will pay you for it - if you make certain to write me a receipt that fulfills all the formal criteria to make it tax-deductible," and winked. She knew the doctor was only joking, and that she would get any help from her she asked for. Not just because she was certain Adrianna would see to it that any horse at Willow Brooke got the right treatment, but also because she was pretty much a friend by now, even if they had known each other only for a very short time.
"I am not sure it won't take a bit more than trail rides to build up Dance's cardio-vascular system." Ayesha turned her attention to Mark for a moment with a smile. "Just by the looks of him I bet Ace already has a much better endurance than Dance to begin with, so I wonder if a different training regime might be in order."
As she looked at Mark she noticed how he smothered his salad with dressing, and wanted to frown, but kept that expression well away from her mien. If he didn't like it, taking one or two bites and then unobtrusively pushing his salad bowl aside would have been a much more polite thing to do than imply that he could improve on the hosts cooking with a heap of dressing. But those were points of etiquette she couldn't expect from Mark. They had been raised in very different environments after all, and being tolerant of different customs was something she had had to learn early, when her parents started to drag her to official functions.
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For a few minutes she just ate her salad, sipped her wine, and listened to the conversation around the table, until a *ping* from the kitchen alerted her to the oven. "Excuse me," Ayesha said, before making her way to the kitchen adjoining the living room and returning a moment later with a steaming pot of lasagna.
She ladled some lasagna on everyone's plate and warned them "careful, it's hot," before she sat down again. The warning was perhaps unnecessary, as the lasagna was still bubbling and steaming.
Hot enough, in fact, that a moment of small talk was in order to allow the food to cool down to a more manageable temperature, which Ayesha was happy to provide. "Say, what do you guys do for fun here, when you are not invited to dinner somewhere?"
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Post by Jared Martins on Jun 25, 2010 11:15:11 GMT -5
Picking up the dressing, Jared only used a small amount on the salad. He wasn’t a big lover of vegetables and doubted he would ever be. He would rather have a steak or anything kind of meat, but he was a guest and wouldn’t complain. His fork pushed around the lettuce before stabbing some and chewing it. Glancing over at Markus, he smirked seeing him load up on the dressing. They never really had salads at their house. When Willow had been around, sure, but without her they only ate vegetables at restaurants when it came with the main course. It probably wasn’t proper manners to dump on the dressing on to the salad.
Jared kept his mouth shut while listening to Markus and Ayesha go back and forth about Dance’s endurance. His fork pushed around the cucumbers in the bowel trying to look like he was enjoying the salad. There wasn’t much more he could add that his son wouldn’t know about. He had faith that Markus knew horses just as much if not more than him. It wouldn’t have shocked him to learn that his son could out do him around the camp. There was still a lot that Jared felt only he could handle but it was about that time for him to let his son get more involved. He already had a few plans set in motion to slowly get his son in control of the place.
Placing his fork down, Jared ignored the rest of the salad and turned his eyes to Adrianna. She was seated directly across from him and it had taken a part to ignore not staring at her. He blamed the dress of hers. Drinking from his beer, he eased back in the chair when Ayesha excused herself to get the main course. He seemed to zone out from the conversation for a few seconds and just stared over at Adrianna before he shook it off and got back into the talking. That woman was just distraction and she didn’t even realize it. Or…Jared would have bet that she did. She just loved to play innocent and cute. Maybe that was why he fell for her the moment she took the job. Adrianna was just so outgoing and didn’t mind showing her emotions to others, which was the opposite of what he did.
As the hostess came back and dished out the lasagna, Jared knew better than to dive right into it. “Looks good Ayesha.” Offering her a smile, he leaned back in the chair slightly to allow the boiling cheese and meat to cool down. Getting a very tempting idea, his foot eased under the table and nudged Adrianna’s lightly. He kept his face neutral and blank while the tip of his shoe inched up the woman’s ankle. It was a simple plan, mess with his secret girlfriend since she loved to do the same to him. However plans didn’t always go through the way they should have. His shoe nudged Markus’s who sat next to Adrianna, but the flaw in his plan never displayed on Jared’s face.
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Post by Dr. Adrianna Bowen on Jun 25, 2010 14:59:09 GMT -5
Looking to Markus she smiled "No problem, I hope he was good" Although Adrianna said that she wasn’t overly worried, while he has his moments the majority of the time BamBam was a little saint. He loved people and he would pretty much let anyone ride him, although Adrianna did prefer only letting the more experienced individuals ride him unless someone she trusted was supervising the beginners. That’s why she had allowed Markus to use the horse, she knew that nothing bad would happen and Markus would never let anyone mess the horse up. Plus, a few people messing around once and awhile really wouldn’t affect him to begin with.
Adrianna laughed lightly at Ayesha’s joke and smiled at her. For once it was really nice to have someone she thought could develop into a really close friend relationship. Adrianna had tons of acquaintances and even a few friends here, however, she had left most of her friends in Florida when she moved her, and she found between Willow Brooke’s horses, her own horses, and Jared she didn’t have much time to just go hang out. Although Adrianna knew that wasn’t really the case, if she found someone worth hanging out with she would make the time easily. "If you let me know when you’re going to take Dance out for a ride I’ll come with you, BamBam could use the conditioning too" She smiled gently. Yes it would definitely be nice to have someone to ride with, plus Adrianna thought BamBam would enjoy working on the cross country a little more and giving the dressage a break.
Adrianna watched Markus smoother his salad in awe. All she could think to herself was really?, and it took a lot of self control to not burst out laughing. Sure it may not be polite but Adrianna didn’t really blame him. Not that she herself didn’t enjoy the salad, because she did, Adrianna was a salad person. But she could totally understand feeling obligated to eat something and smoother it in sauce so you didn’t have to taste it as much. Adrianna was sure Ayesha wouldn’t have minded if Markus pushed it to the side, but she always knew Markus was only trying to be polite. It wasn’t like he exactly had a mother figure for the last while to really teach him. And Adrianna wasn’t going to step in now and correct him, because it really wasn’t a big deal.
When Ayesha left Adrianna allowed herself to glance over to Jared and saw that he was looking at her. She could never hold his gaze for long, and thus she looked away. However it was clearly she knew she had his attention and a little smirk lingered on his features. She thought about torturing him a little bit, but she was worried she would enjoy that a little too much and get them ‘found out’. So instead she found herself fixing her a hair a little bit. Running her hand through it and then pulling it all over to one side and laying it across her shoulder, leaving the other shoulder bare.
The smell of the Lasagna reached Adrianna nose and it’s smelled delicious. Watching Ayesha set it down she smiled, "Honestly I think Lasagna is one of my favourite dishes" Sure it was a simply dish, but Adrianna always loved to get a corner piece, that was slightly burnt, that is when it tasted perfect. Adrianna always realized the dish probably needed to sit for a few more minutes as it was clearly very hot. Readjusting herself she cross one leg over the other away from Markus, and leaned back slightly in her own chair. Taking a glance at Jared she looked at him puzzled for a moment before readjusting her gaze to that yummy looking lasagna. What puzzled her about Jared’s face was not that there was really anything unusually different but his eyes looked like they were up to something, a subtle look that she was sure the others wouldn’t catch on too.
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Post by Markus Martins on Jun 25, 2010 15:27:03 GMT -5
Mark glanced to Adrianna mid bite of his salad and gave her one of those "what?" looks before he turned back to his plate and ate the forkful. . He was a man. Men didn't generally eat salads on a regular basis. The last time he and Jared ate salad had to have been the last time they were in Bozeman, eating at one of the fancier restaurants. Mark just wasn't a fan of salad. They were too bland for his taste, hence why he smothered them in salad dressing usually.
He looked over to Ayesha as she brought the lasagna back in and gave a gentle smile. He gave a soft thanks as she gave him some and moved on to the others before sitting down and fixing his own plate. "Smells great too. It's been so long since we've had real, home-made lasagna, hasn't it Dad?" Mark said gently, taking a whiff of the delectable meal. It had been a very long time since they had lasagna that you didn't just pull out of a box and pop into an oven. At least since before Willow died. Mark had to shake the thought away and glanced around the table for a moment.
That's when he felt it. Something brush up against his foot. He glanced around the table for a moment before he glanced to Adrianna. Surely it wasn't... He glanced over to Ayesha, feeling hia cheeks start to burn with a blush. He had no clue who was up to this. Either way it was both women he didn't have an interest in. At least not in that way. He looked back to Adrianna, a very confused and flustered expression on her face. He couldn't figure out who it was, so he gently stomped on the foot. Not enough to cause major harm, but hopefully enough to get a reaction out of someone. He cleared his throat embarrassedly and looked to his lasagna, cutting off a piece of his cut with his fork.
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Post by Jared Martins on Jul 4, 2010 13:35:58 GMT -5
It took a lot not to laugh at the expressions passed between Adrianna and Markus in response to him covering the salad in dressing. There had never been much etiquette lessons in the Martins’ household. Proper table manners had been a lesson given to the both of them by Willow. Jared was feeling a little more at ease with the beer in his system and the atmosphere in the room a lot less tense since he’d arrived. The smell of lasagna assaulted his nose as it made its presence known while sitting on each of their plates. However, the dish would have to wait some more before he even attempted to wrap his lips around the boiling cheese as hard as that was. Turning his eyes away from the food, Jared’s eyes caught the shifting figure of Adrianna as she brushed her hair over one shoulder. That woman was going to be the death of him he thought while drinking another gulp from the beer bottle to wet his drying mouth. Counting back from ten, he forced his eyes to block out any emotion while easing back in the chair.
Glancing at Markus, Jared had to nod in agreement. It had been a very long time. “That it has. Maybe too long.” He wasn’t the most experienced chef but he knew his way around the kitchen from wandering around Europe in his younger years. However, the last time he’d cooked must have been last week after getting home late and saving the food to be heated up the next day for Markus. Since then sometimes he was too busy with work to think about food and his son had to take up the responsibility to remind him to do just that. It made him honestly question the hours he worked. Was there such a thing as working too hard? But after doing just that for so long, Jared didn’t think he could have slowed down if he wanted or needed to.
A sharp stomp to his foot told Jared his foot had missed Adrianna’s since she didn’t seem to even notice the touch. To cover up the ‘ouch’ he wanted to say, he simply drank from the bottle and looked around the room for something to talk about to avoid mentioning his failed attempted at footie. Spotting an odd picture with writing on it, he squinted his eyes trying to read it. But it wasn’t his eyesight that was the problem, the words weren’t English. “Ayesha…what does that say? If ya don’t mind me asking.” A faint blush peeked across his cheeks thinking that maybe it was something personal and he shouldn’t have asked about it. But he needed a distraction from the business under the table.
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Post by Ayesha McMillan on Jul 4, 2010 14:19:12 GMT -5
Ayesha's eyes darted from face to face. She knew she was missing something, but - for the life of her - she couldn't figure out what it was. Suddenly everyone had started to act like some of the kids she had taught in her classes - juvenile was the best word she could find to describe it, but it didn't make much sense to her.
"Oh, I don't mind at all." At least with the calligraphy Jared had asked about she was on a solid footing, had something to talk about. "It's what Bedouin legend claims god told to the first horse after he shaped it from the south wind."
She sipped her wine and let it roll down her throat, savoring every drop of it before she put down the glass and closed her eyes. She didn't have to read the text to know what it said.
"I name you horse, I make you Arabian, and I give you the chestnut color of the ant."
A smile stole onto her face and took hold of her features as she added, her eyes still closed: "I have hung happiness on the forelock that hangs between your eyes. You shall be the lord of animals, men will follow you wherever you go. You shall be as good for pursuit as for flight. You will fly without wings. Riches will be on your back, and good fortune will come through your mediation."
She opened her eyes and there was a trace of moisture in the corner of her eyes, a wistful smile playing across her lips as she looked at the calligraphy. "Mom and I found this when we lived in Casablanca. Best time of my life, really."
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Post by Dr. Adrianna Bowen on Jul 4, 2010 16:51:37 GMT -5
Adrianna couldn't help but smile a little bit at Markus look as he was eating his salad. She had to admit it was almost entertaining to watch him eat that salad. Plus she was sure no one here would really take offense too it, it was just funny for her to watch when she had been drilled on proper etiquette at a guests horse. Although she also assumed that he probably hadn't been taught that much with his mother dying and their family almost falling apart. Not to mention they live on a farm, Jared had probably always been too busy with that then to actually worry about silly things such as etiquette
Then she caught another looking for Markus, this time he was looking at her strangely she frowned slightly. She was about to say something when she saw Markus stomp something under the table and in that instant her eyes shot up to Jared again. Seeing his face contort and then collect itself in a matter of seconds. She felt herself taking a bite of the hot lasanga, that could have waited a for more minutes to be eating, but it was only so she wouldn't burst out laughing as she suddenly caught on what exactly had happened. She looked up at Jared momentarily giving a little smirk and a head shake.
Luckily he had quickly tried to cover up what happened by asking Ayesha a question. Looking over at the object he was talking about Adrianna smiled again looking to Ayesha for an answer. Watching her speak about the calligraphy Adrianna felt herself smiling, both at the words and the passion Ayesha felt for them. "It's beautiful" Adrianna half murmured as she looked at the calligraphy once more. Clearly it had a deep meaning to Ayesha, and having a few things like that of her own she could totally understand the feeling Ayesha felt towards it.
Horses had always fascinated Adrianna, even growing up around them she never tired of them. They were such kind peaceful animals that really gave you their whole heart when you connected with them. They were unbiased companions, never judging you for how you looked or even what you were like on the outside, they saw right down to the core of your soul and loved you for that.
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Post by Markus Martins on Jul 4, 2010 17:48:28 GMT -5
He looked about the table after the stomp, glancing between everyone at the table. That's when he noticed his dad. Mark eyed Jared for a moment before a deep blush flushed over his neck and cheeks. He looked down at his lasagna in embarrassment. Why God's good green Earth would his dad do that? He didn't know, but when he looked backup from his food, he studied his dad thoughtfully as he started to cup up his lasagna with his fork a little. Mark was about to fork some into his mouth when something occurred to him. He looked to Adrianna thoughtfully for a moment. Surely not? If Jared and Dr. Bowen were seeing each other that meant that they'd been sneaking around practically right under Mark's nose.
He looked back to his dad when Jared found something to change the situation a little. He studied his dad for a moment while everyone else admired the Middle Eastern calligraphy Jared pointed out. Mark glanced to Ayesha, smiling warmly as she began reciting the words. He had read them before only in English. It was in one of the many horse encyclopedia's that Mark and Jared had collected over the years. One of them actually focused on horses in literature and other religions. He glanced the calligraphy thoughtfully, studying the odd symbols he had only seen a handful of times in his life. "The lord of animals." He said thoughtfully, blue eyes studying the calligraphy. "I would have to agree to that. One of the most graceful animals on the planet, and yet they can be very potent animals." He said as he lifted his glass. He studied the amber colored liquid before lifting it towards Ayesha for a toast. "To the lord of animals."
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Post by Jared Martins on Jul 6, 2010 9:58:39 GMT -5
A sigh of relief nearly fell from Jared’s lips as Ayesha’s mood from confusion over what was going on with unspoken words changed to delight that someone had asked about the calligraphy picture. Instead of giving away how thankful he was for the mood change, he nodded while the woman spoke with a faint smile on his lips. There was a deep passion in her voice while reciting the words from memory. Clearly she’d looked at the picture so much and cared about it’s meaning that it had turned into second nature for her. He was happy to know that there were people just as entranced with horses as he was and that they were working on the camp with the students.
Glancing over at Adrianna he shrugged slightly when she shook her head at him. It didn’t take much of an effort to figure out what had taken place, well as long as you knew that Markus had stomped on his foot. Picking up his fork, he picked at the food on his plate and nodding every now and then to Ayesha. “I knew I’d seen a similar picture somewhere.” Too much time studying horses had sent Jared on a journey to find out what other cultures thought of horses. Many saw them the same way as beautiful creatures that held much power with such grace that many animals lacked in.
Jared didn’t notice the sudden recognition in his son’s eyes as he put the pieces together. He was too busy cutting off a part of the lasagna and scoping it up to place in his mouth. Besides, whoever he saw and spent his time with was his own business and not that of anyone else’s in the town. There was enough rumors and small bits of gossip floating around about the woman he could possibly be seeing in some form of a relationship. Chewing the piece of lasagna, he nodded in agreement with Markus while raising his beer in response. “I’ll drink to that.” It might not have been proper to toast with beer but Jared didn’t care as he took a sip from the mouth of the bottle.
Placing the bottle back on the table, a sharp surge of pain race through his chest and squeezed down on it. His arm started to feel numb as Jared slowly eased it down to his side while a sweat began to break out across his forehead. Swallowing for air, he used his other arm and wiped his mouth with the napkin. “Ayesha, excuse me…I need some fresh air. Sorry.” His words came out in shallow burst while he pushed his chair out from under the table to stand up. Taking a few steps toward the door, a sickening feeling came over his body as if he was going to throw up. Jared’s hand grabbed hold of the door knob and struggled not to scream from the squeezing going on with his chest. This had to be the worst chest pain he’d ever received. Maybe it was just heart burn…?
Jared’s mind was wrapped in the pain crushing down on his chest so much that he couldn’t think to open the door. All his strength was going straight to keeping any sign of distress of his face, but it was flashing in his eyes that something wasn’t right in his body.
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Post by Ayesha McMillan on Jul 6, 2010 11:28:08 GMT -5
Ayesha had just opened her eyes and reached for her fork when Mark offered his toast and she was more than happy to drink to that. Toasting with wine to someone who had a beer was not exactly the height of style, but she was more than willing to led it slide, as she enjoyed her present company very much.
"To the best companions one could ask for," she said as she raised her glass, but before she could clink it against Mark's or Jared's beer, Jared excused himself.
Ayesha halfway rose out of her chair and gave him a quizzical look, wondering what had suddenly gotten into him. Whatever had gotten into him had happened suddenly and it worried her a bit. His voice sounded all wrong all of a sudden and he looked like a pale shadow of the man who ran Willow Brooke with a firm hand.
She looked from Mark to Adrianna, and back to Jared as he made his way to the door, and when her eyes fell on Jared she rose fully from her chair and pushed it back violently enough that it nearly toppled over. If she didn't know any better she would have said that he had an epileptic fit, the way his body and face contorted, but no epileptic in his right mind would just try to get out and seek privacy if he felt a major fit coming up. And if that were his problem, Mark would know about it, so Jared would - most likely - asked for his son's company when he excused himself.
"What's wrong, Jared?"
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Post by Dr. Adrianna Bowen on Jul 6, 2010 12:07:19 GMT -5
Adrianna smiled and raised her glass with the rest of them. A smile played at her lips, it was actually very nice to get away from work and sit down and have dinner with a group of people. Instead of just herself, although sometimes Jared would show up for dinner too, but that wasn't the point. It was nice to have some social contact other than Jared and when she was on the job.
Any thats when her smiled faded as Jared rose from his chair she looked at him worrying slightly. It was when she grabbed the door handle and his expression start contorting she felt the panic run over her. Pushing back her chair she rushed over to him along with Ayesha. Half stepping in front of him she gently rested her hand on the arm that was on the door handle. "Jared!?" she loooked at him full of concern. If she had of been paying attention to what she was doing she would have realized while her words were harmless her reaction was a little more than that of just a friend. You could especially see it from the panicked expression that filled her face. It was more than just worry, she was actually fearful for what was about to happen next. Placing a hand gently on his cheek she frowned, "He's burning up..." Maybe he was allergic to something? He had never mentioned food allergies to her before.
Turning slightly to Ayesha she looked at her with concern, "Should we call 911?" then she turned back to Jared, he didn't seem to be in an condition to answer that which meant they probably should. But she was a vet, not a doctor, he wasn't a patient of hers, he had more meaning that. The girl who was normally calm in situations like that start feeling herself loose control of it, she couldn't let herself do that.
Suddenly it all began to dawn on her...this wasn't something that was just happening, it had been setting itself up to happen. Her thoughts raced back to the times she had seen Jared put his hand to his chest and brush it off as heart burn or stress. Maybe it wasn't heart burn or stress, maybe it was worse much worse. Even though she was a vet, she had learned many of the signs in a horses and much was similar in humans as well she quickly looked to Ayesha and Markus. "I think...I think he might have having a heart attack"
This was not good, not good at all.
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