Thread: Must Love Pets (Magno x Sketchyequine)

50 miles was not that much, but his truck was so old id struggled to go faster than 40mph. That, together with the fact that the frontlights were kind of broken they flickered and were too unreliable had made it impossible for him to consider returning to his farm, especially as the road was in a pretty bad condition. I just couldn't make it back home, and I guessed I could do with a night of drinking and forgetting. It hasn't been my best day, he said. She should know why, as it had been her giving him the bad news. And please stop calling me Mr O'Riley. I hate it. Sounds like my father or something. I would miss the stars so much if I lived in a city, he sighed. He knew the sky pretty well, as many nights in summer he had to sleep out with the herd, up in the mountains in the middle of nowhere. They remind me of my father. He said no more. Bringing his father and the stars was not an easy topic and alcohol made him more emotional. Now he would always remember his father when he went out on his own, and Ben wanted to believe that he was somewhere up there. He took another gulp of beer and forced his mindset back into the situation at the bar and the hot girl in front of him. Oh God, was his reaction when she explained how a puppy had urinated all over her. I know how that feels. You know, maybe we have the same problem, I'm dealing all day with the nasty stuff too. There's a point at which you either laugh it off, or you hate it. He had pretty disgusting day to day experiences. From impregnating sheep to helping out in births, to cleaning shit all day. Farmer meant getting dirty and everybody knew that. Actually, I think the fact that you're willing to get dirty is kind of sexy. Clean, posh, city ladies who can't bear having some mud on their boots are just too artificial, he stated, trying to make that some kind of compliment. He could tell that she was slightly into him, at least at the start of their conversation she had been playing with her hair and most of the time she was looking at him, but Ben also knew he was really bad at flirting, at least city style. The word hotshot brought a half smile to his face. No one ever called him that. Hotshot, I like that! Much better than Mr O'Riley, he laughed. Then she referred again to the damn paperwork. Why would anything I say now be relevant to your paperwork? He asked, slightly puzzled by her comment. Next time, though, it might be you stumbling into my farm. The fact was she had offered to go there and deliver euthanasia to Gauss when the time was right, and Ben did plan on paying for that service. Well, you know, it's getting late. If you wanna get lucky before there's only helpless dudes drunk to the bone in here, you might actually want to try that mechanic bull. It will get you everyone's attention, he said, as a girl just fell off, completecly exhausted, and a guy helped her up and took her to a quiet corner. It was terrible at imitating bull riding, but it definitely served the purpose of allowing people to have fun, and find an excuse to get together. He actually wanted to see her try that and lose all residue of her stubborn, bossy vet attitude. It would probably be fun to watch. I'll lend you my hat for that purpose, if you're willing to try, he smiled, trying his best to encourage her and feeling some guilt for taking advantage of her state to make her do something like that. But the laughs would be worth it.