Uh... Water. hahaha

[<^>Fury<^>]

Jake looked happy as the smell of newly brewed coffee reached him from the door. His mouth formed around his teeth in a half grin. The walls of the this place gently reflected that of the surroundings outside. It was cozy and warm in contrast to the crisp chill that blanketed the atmosphere outside. His shoe still had a leaf stuck to it and he groaned in exasperation. Why did things always stick to HIS feet? He thought back to the days in middle school when people would snigger behind his back as he left the bathroom. Only until three periods later would he realize that some paper was stuck to his shoe. Great.

He looked around with an embarrassed look on his face. He walked back outside to the edge of the porch and scraped his shoe there. Stupid leaf wouldn't go. away. He growled as he slammed his foot against the solid wood. It hurt. He winced as he limped slowly back into the Coffeehouse. So much for a good first impression. He shyly glanced around keeping his head down. He wasn't as confident as he had been when he had first stepped inside. Too bad, right?

Jake made his way to the counter and smiled briefly. His guiter strap dug into his collar bone and he shifted it slightly.

"Just a medium hot chocolate, please."

He looked at the cashier politely and tapped his fingers against the aged counter. His cheeks still felt cold from outside, but he was sure that the chocolate would fix that. As soon as he had the delicate paper cup between both palms he put a bill and some change on the counter before limping off. He felt kind of wimpy, but hey! Who else would beat the crap out of their foot on the side of a porch? Only Jake. Sighing a little he pulled his guitar from his shoulders and placed it in the lone chair that sat beside him. He lifted the cup to his lips and breathed in the smell slowly. It was great. It made him miss his sister who would insist that he have plenty of fluids in him around this time of year. Fall. Ugh.

Jak's guitar looked so lonely there on the table all by itself. The cocoa had given him muse and he wanted to play. He picked at the strings softly and then strummed it a little more confidentally. It was too quiet here. Maybe he should make some friends here so he could actually have someone to play for. He finished his cup and sat it down on the table. He leaned back into the chair in a more comfortable postion and closed his eyes. This place is warm.

[Desert]

The day started out as it usually did for Aaric Slay. He woke up in an unfamiliar room, next to an unfamiliar girl. Their bare bodies smashed together. After another night out, he was able to hook up with a rich, and beautiful bitch. He sat up and streatched, yawning. Having to leave before the beauty beside him woke up. But, this room was shared! He had his fun with, not one, but two gorgeous gals. They could've been sisters. Who knew? Honestly, he didn't care. The sun barely peeked trough the thick Kentucky clouds that would cover the area for who knew how long.

He quickly got dressed and stumbled out the bedroom door. Everyone else in the large family seemed to be asleep. Which was good, the owner of this gigantic house, the brother of the taller woman had a very nasty reputation. The owner of this house was a very big, and fast (don't forget deadly) man. Someone you wouldn't want to meet. He was out the door in a flash. Lucky that no one saw him. This family ran in a pack. They would do whatever the top dog said. That included protecting their territory. And breeding rights (hahahaha). Appearently the siblings weren't actually related. The girl was adopted.

He snorted in amusemt as he jogged along the frost covered land, making his way toward the ranch. He didn't have a car, didn't really need one anyway. Horses were good enough to get someone around in a town like this. Small town, yet all the most beautiful women lived here. Most of them were pretty good in bed when he thought about it.

The barn was warmer than the fridged air outside. Horses heads popped out, looking over at the man who came to say hello. Aaric was a calm man around his equine friends. Really, they were the only friends he had. Maybe he should think twice before he had an affair. Maybe, instead of getting drunk off his ass, he'd just limit himself. It would be hard but, he'd try. Maybe make one decent friend.

Sighing he found himself moving toward Rose's stall. The black Arabian nickered a greeting to the man he knew and loved most. The stallion was an outcast himself. He only had Aaric's other stallion. The two studs got along well with eachother, for the most part. When it came to the mares, that's when they'd fight. See, horses and humans were pretty much the same when it came to hormones. Desert Rose was a stallions of action. That's why Aaric decided to keep him. Still, he missed the three stallions he had to sell. Arabic Dream was the only horse he had to sell.

With a sigh, he moved through the grooming process without much of a thought. Making his black horse's coat shine. He gently slid the bit into the Arab's mouth, the stallion chewed the bit for a moment before heaving a huge sigh.

He didn't need a saddle to ride. He was rather good on a horse. Slay seemed calmer, like he didn;t want to cause the world pain. And he didn't, but he couldn't help himself. He wasn't raised by parents. Both dead, or so he thought. He could remember his mother and father. Living through high school and trying to take care of a baby. His grandparents died and his father left, then his mother died. He had to learn how to take care of himself at such and early age. Life wasn't easy. He was a messed up person but, he did make it into adulthood...alive.

With a tap of his heels, Rose moved forward into a steady trot. Both man and animal's breath could been seen as the temprature dropped even further. The ride to the town itself was a good half hour. People in cars and on horses moved this way and that.

People that worked around town were busy putting up Christmas decorations. Kids danced trough the streets carrying bags of presents for their families. Parents scolding their children gently.

A husband and wife sat on a sleigh that was being pulled by a massive bay Clydesdale. The killer stallion Khan seemed calm when he was driving. The person holding the reins was the wise, famous doctor that currently worked at the hospital. Beside him sat his wife who looked way too young to be middle aged.

He slowed his stallion to a walk and halted him beside the coffeehouse. The creek beside the building freezing slowly in the cold cold weather. Still, it did not snow. Tying Rose to the rail beside a small gelding, he left the horses and walked inside, tired already.

Sitting at a table by the window, so he could keep a watchful eye on Rose, he looked around the cozy coffeeshop. It was empty, a few people scattered here and there. Most out for Christmas shopping. A few older people scattered here and there. And one younger guy. He looked new. Aaric thought about jumping him. But ignored the thought. Well, let the prey come to you before you strike. Right?

[<^>Fury<^>]

Jake was feeling a little drowsy when he felt the chill of a newcomer pour through the door. He listened to the quiet footfall that stopped short of the doorway. Goosebumps popped up in random locations on his arms and he shivered a little bit. But, He kept his eyes closed.

Polite people would move from there. This must be someone.. Cocky? Arrogant? Ha.

When he gathered enough curiousity to open his eyes he grinned a little bit. The character before him was MUCH like himself. Jake only turned on the "I play guitar and write songs to woo you" charm when he was in the public eye. Bars and parties are excluded from that. Anyway, the person there was looking at Jake rather pointedly. He rolled is eyes and thought back to the days where he would have the girls at his local high school crushing over him. He remembered what it was like to have a constant drive of.. sex.

The boy there was much older than him bye far. He stood stlightly to the side and had a grin on his face that complimented his cheeks well. The brown on bvrown was no contrast though. It left him to look quite bland to Jake. Well.. It must work with women. The staring man's hair wasn't groomed but Jake was sure that he never really needed it to be. He knew that look. It was the look of someone who woke up in the morning naked and feeling dirty. Ha.

He stared vack for a moment and then nodd at him. Jake's hand fell to his guitar in the chair beside him. He felt gay for implyig that the man should sit beside him, but how else would you meet new people? Right?