who needs lessons? [onzy/open]

[Sync]

Hands buried deep in his pockets of his coat, a smile graced his lips as he turned the corner away from the garage. Jay would have never of guessed that he would voluntarily visit Hayden's work place, not with all the oil and grease around, but he surprisingly found it a peaceful place to be. Plus, the company couldn't have been better. Unwilling to return to the academy just yet, aiming to miss all of his classes for the day, Jay decided to make a stop in Hooves and Tails. He needed to buy a new rug for Puzzle, and Question needed a new saddle pad. He would also pick up some treats for Sandy, just because she'd been almost perfect for the last two weeks. He honestly couldn't put a fault by her name. Shivering when a particularly rough gust of wind smacked into him, Jay's pace sped up as he sought out the warmth of the store he was heading for.

Hooves and Tails was empty, bar the older male who stood behind the cash register, when he entered. Grainy music sounded from the obviously old speakers dotted around the shop. Jay's lips pursed in disapproval of the music choice, but said nothing. Nodding his head slightly at the man, who just grunted in response and went back to reading his newspaper, Jay began to make his way leisurely to the rear of the store where the rugs were. His oracles swept over them critically, arms crossed over his chest as he rocked back on his heels. He conjured an image of Puzzle in his mind, then flickering back to the rugs on offer to see which colour would suit her best. The mare's last had been black, it had come with her when Jay had bought her, and looked just wrong on her. It didn't compliment her pretty colouring at all.

He finally settled on a light blue with navy edging around it. Slinging the rug over his shoulder, he moved along to the saddle pads which would be an even harder choice. Question, being just as vain as his rider, had an opinion about everything Jay put on him. The saddle pad would be no different. The last had unfortunately seen better days though, so they were in definite need of a new one. Adopting the same stance he had when looking over the rugs, he gave a deep breath through his nose at the thought of making another tough decision. His eyes passed over a garish bright yellow pad that was just foul, pausing on a forest green and noting it in the back of his mind, and along to a deep violet that would really catch eyes on his pretty gray steed. Scrunching his nose in annoyance, unable to make up his mind, Jay allowed himself to scan over the merchandise at a slower pace once again.

[Onzy]

Simon had dawdled around the college long enough. There was too much drama even for the biggest queen, and so he had taken his brother's keys and had escaped to the town. It wasn't a long drive, but gave him enough time to think. Connor and SJ were at each other's throats almost permanently and it was getting to Simon who hated any sort of conflict. Liam had retreated into hiding, and refused to even socialise with Connor until everything was sorted. Fat chance of that happening, mainly because SJ and Connor were too stubborn to say what was actually wrong, preferring to blame the other for various things except the actual problem. Unsure of what to do next, Simon parked close to the tack shop. He was seeing Hayden later that day, so there was no point in going to the garage now, and no matter how much he missed his boyfriend, he wasn't the clingy type.

On an impulse he decided he was going to buy Vic some new tack. The gelding was not technically his and was provided tack by the College, but Simon usually spoiled anything he loved. Hayden was a prime example. He had broken into his boyfriend's apartment, set out a picnic and then invited him to Ireland for a few days. That visit had been delayed until Christmas, which meant he was going to have to convince his father to allow Jay and maybe Spencer to join them. Connor and SJ would also be there, but that would be if they were still together at Christmas. Then was the small issue of Jay and Connor not killing each other before they got on the plane.

Locking the car, he entered the tack store and headed directly to the saddle pads. He was looking for a plain dressage one that would look good with Vic's dark bay coat. It was no chance of fate that Jay would also be there. I'm glad to see that your eye healed up, he greeted, his rich Irish vocals ringing slightly in the empty store. His twin had snapped when Jay was around and the effect had been a very panda like Jay. It also meant that the whole anti- Connor brigade i.e everyone had been furious. He wondered if Jay had forgiven his twin yet.