Thread: Must Love Pets (Magno x Sketchyequine)

Ben ordered two beers, as he was also starting to think that another strong drink may have not been a good idea. He smiled when he got her real name. That was a nice start, because talking to Dr Tucker again was not something he was really looking forward to. At least they could establish a difference between work and leisure life. Her attitude, in fact, was on a whole new level of proximity. Maybe it was the lack of stress, or the alcohol, or just the fact that she was not in a position of authority right now, but she did seem more approachable and Ben was happy for that. Finally I get your name! Please call me just Ben, I'm not important and I'm not even thirty he said. He was 28, but he did look slightly older, as a large exposure to the sun and wind had roughened his face. Perhaps the beard also added age to his appearence. Judging from her comment on student debt and her soft features, she was probably even younger. I've got my farm about 50 miles from here, so I wouldn't say it's nearby, he answered, internally thanking her for having brought up any conversation topic. I just had to run some errands, and I may have struggled to orient myself around the city, it was already very late, so I had to pick a motel to spend the night, and it happened to be the one opposite this bar. So it's also my first time here. He shrugged. The place was not somewhere he would regularly go. Music was decent, but the people around there, in general, were not to his liking. I'm just not a pickup bar kind of person. Having fun with someone and then forgetting about them... It doesn't work like that in a village. If he went to his local bar and tried to hook up with someone, everyone would know within 24 hours. Some people would judge him, others would just expect him to get married or at least go out for a couple of months, and others would just try to find the interest behind him or the girl trying to hook up with each other. There would be talks behind his back of the sort of 'They're just getting together for the money' and so on. He was used to that sort of environment, so it didn't bother him, but a sudden change like the bar in which he was sitting made him feel out of his habitat. Well, I guess everything depends on what you consider to be lucky. Maybe you were lucky that you didn't end up like your friends. That guy's above forty and so drunk I bet he can't even get hard tonight, he joked, pointing at the man who was screwing Savanna's friend. Yeah, you definitely don't smell like my dog, thank God he laughed. Her comment about having showered this time had been wierd but at the same time, genuine. And he appreciated people being open and honest. He had taken a shower in the motel but it was quite likely that his hat and clothes still carried some sort of slight animal smell to them. It was his life, he was used to it, and if someone complained, well, they could fuck off. Perhaps that was why he was still single. He was not the kind of person to hit on a random girl at a bar, but Savanna was really hot, they were both slightly drunk, she was not completely random and they were both alone at a bar. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea. If it didn't work, he could just forget about her, and if it did, well, he didn't see any bad side to that either. He took a sip of his beer and leaned on the bar, coming slightly closer to her as he rested his head on the back of his hand. Just wondering, is there some kind of ethical code for vets not being able to date their patients? He was aware of the fact that doctors and some other professionals were not legally authorised to do such things, but then again, her patients were animals and it would have just been wierd for her to go out with the animals she treated. I meant the owners of your patients, of course... I wouldn't want to put you in a difficult position by buying you a drink. He was even considering the option of offering her his room to crash in, at least it would be more comfortable than the back seat of her car. Although I guess it's already too late to ask, he laughed, taking the beer to his lips. By the way, you look gorgeous. He looked calm and serious, because he wanted her to know he was being honest, and not just telling her to make her feel better. So if you don't get lucky it's just 'cause these idiots know that you're not as drunk as your friends and they don't stand a chance with you. Now he was clearly hitting on her, but he was still being honest. Her friends were not bad, but he would have clearly placed her at the top in terms of looks. He knew he wasn't bad looking himself, but under normal circumstances, in another bar, with other people around, with less alcohol in their systems... he would have probably not even tried. The risk of being turned down was something too big to face, especially if there were other people in the bar to judge you and laugh at you afterwards.