Save a horse, Ride a Cowboy

[heraldsdawn]

Who: Senren Lavellan (heraldsdawn) & Jesse McCree (good_bamf_ugly)
What: Meeting the Boy cow at the stables
When: It's Hiiiiiiigh Mid afternoon
Where: The Stables
Warning(s): none currently

[He'd been doing his own walk arounds of this place. He's still getting familiar with this strange new land and it wouldn't do if he was serious on setting up a second Inquisition if he didn't know where to go. His walkabouts took him to many places in the city, from armouries to tailors. But the final place he came across is the stables.

Ah yes. He remembers they had a lot of trouble securing horses back home. That a horse master was needed. Maybe it'd be a good idea to look into one now. As he's walking over to enter the barn building he all but stops when he see's a very recognizable human off by the horse pen.

Wasn't that...?]

McCree, right? [ He speaks as he approaches the taller human. He definitely feels dwarfed next to him but he's not about to let that bother him now.]

What are you doing here?

Comments

[good_bamf_ugly]

I ain't going to make a promise I can't keep. [He winks. It really was a self-depreciative comment cleverly disguised as a tease, something only he'd appreciate, if that even is the right word.]

But I'll behave since you asked so nice.

[He'll stick to his word because this sure as heck was fun and he thinks he'll enjoy having another go at the other man.]

This tree to the fence.

Ready?

[heraldsdawn]

Good to know you're a gentleman, McCree. It's an attractive trait.

[ It's definitely appreciated. The wink earns a half grin but he's definitely not going to lose this time.

With the rules set out for the race he looks to McCree. On the ready he nods and says; ]

Ready...Set...go!

[ And he takes off. ]

[good_bamf_ugly]

[Off they go! McCree doesn't rear up this time for show (because that does slow things down) but this isn't a life-or-death race, and he's grinning from ear to ear the whole time. He rides fast and hard with his seat off the rear, one hand on the reigns and the other on his hat.

The hat is very important, as Lavellan already knows.]

[heraldsdawn]

[ It's about this point that Lavellan is close to their finish line that he kicks his horse into high gear.

His horse responds in kind and it charges a good ten feet past the finish. He rears the horse in and turns giving the man a smirk across his lips. ]

Well, I'd say that's all tied up.