Post by Kenren on Sept 30, 2014 22:00:30 GMT -5
Larsa's voice was a constant drawl from the passenger's seat. The younger man was flipping a quarter though his fingers, looking bored - and yet Cole knew better. Larsa was in a mood, and his words were exaggerated and childish. "So uh, Cole. You know, I'm completely capable of driving this truck on my own. I'm a big boy, all grown up and everything. I can handle two mares, too, so I don't need your immense and incomparable strength and skill. But maybe it isn't about the horses at all, of course. Perhaps there is a certain lady that's caught your-"
"God, Larsa, enough!" Cole finally groaned, unable to take the constant stream of chatter anymore. Not because the topic was getting too close to correct, though Larsa's sudden, predatory grin showed he thought otherwise. Cole's face took on a disgruntled frown as he turned his attention to the road, not wanting to look at the self-satisfied gleam in Larsa's disconcertingly pale eyes. "Beth is just a friend. More like an acquaintance, really. You're just angry because you don't have anyone to prey on there." The comment did the intended job, and Larsa slipped down in his seat with a groan. "You're so cruel. You say these things just to wound me." Cole rolled his eyes at the dramatic manager, idly wondering, not for the first time, how Larsa even managed to do his job with such a personality. And yet he was a shrewd business man, both in his decisions and in his dealings with others. How else would he have managed to finagle both a breeding to the closed book Warlock and one to Cosmic Warfare covering a maiden and unproven mare? He was a salesman, if nothing else. Well, he was a playboy if nothing else, but a salesman was at least a moderately good thing.
It was in the brief ensuing silence that they arrived at Intrepid, and Larsa's attention was thankfully diverted out the open window. His black hair was mussed from the wind, but almost looked artful on him - just the sort of thing that got him attention. Cole almost rolled his eyes at even the unconscious extravagance of the younger man, but instead focused on the drive. He knew where he was going this time around, and parked the truck and trailer at the same spot he had a year ago. Larsa jumped out almost before the truck was fully stopped, and Cole could hear the shifting and restlessness of the mares in the back. Turning the truck off, Cole got out of the truck and stretched, then walked back to where Larsa was standing with the ramp down, just staring inside with crossed arms. His expression was perplexed. "I'm taking Cass in first... but I put her in first... it all seemed to make sense at the time." Cole just looked at him for a moment, then said frankly, "You're an idiot." The slant-style trailer didn't allow one to take a horse further in out without moving the others.
"It's a curse," Larsa sighed tragically, before walking into the trailer and untying Nat from the ring. "Here, you hold her while I deal with Cass. Because I doubt we'll be able to pop her right back in." Cole obliged, stepping in to take Native Flame's lead and backing her out of the trailer. The mare moved quickly, obviously a little nervous, but her expression changed the moment she was off the trailer. Her ears pressed forward and she let out a whinny, which was echoed by the mare still in the trailer. Cole grinned when he heard Larsa cursing the chestnut vehemently for splitting his skull. He brought Nat to the side of the trailer, opting to hold her for the moment rather than tie her to one of the exterior rings. She was curious but she was behaving, so Cole was willing to reward that. Larsa passed by with Cass, knowing exactly where he was going this time. "I'll be back after she gets some action," he said wryly, and Cole didn't reward him with a response. Instead he was looking around - not for anyone in particular, he assured himself.
