just another day;

[reese alexandra weatherby]

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reese rolled out of bed, five a.m. was extremely early to be getting up but by now she was used to it. it wasn't that she had to feed the multitude of horses that were housed at her barn or muck their stalls, but the fact that her and enzo ran an elite training program. reese owned more jodhpurs than jeans but an equal amount of riding boots to heels, a girl has to clean up good, right? reese grabbed for her jodhpurs putting both her feet in at once and pulling them on, she slipped a sleek polo over her head and threw her hair into a ponytail, the horses didn't care if she had make up on and she loved that.

reese tromped down the stairs of her and enzo's apartment, entering into the lounge of her personal barn where her and enzo stabled their horses. sif, monty, and chip all poked their heads out of their stalls and nickered most likely hungry for their breakfast than devotion to reese. "i guess enzo is still sleeping" she whispered to monty, rubbing her hand over his soft muzzle.

the noisy sound of a dogs claws alerted reese to the fact that enzo was in fact awake and had already let russia outside. reese gave a sharp whistle and crouched down to the ground, giving the french bulldog some love as she did every morning. russia was probably the most spoiled frenchie alive. "come on girl, we've got some hungry ponies to feed," she said as she rose up and started walking to her feed room.

each horse was on a special diet filled with different proteins and supplements geared to keeping each horse in peak performance. currently only five horses needed to fed for in their barn, the main barn was a much different story though there was forty-eight stalls to their eight and housed all of their clients horses. reese dumped each of the five horses feed, gave them their hay, and topped off their water buckets.

[marsh]

"no, no, no, no, a thousand times NO, rus!" half past five was way too early for enzo, at least on a sunday. as much as he loved his little french bulldog-slash-cover-hog-slash-bed-pusher-offer, he was more than happy to let reese do morning chores, and more than displeased that his little french friend had been so rude. enzo didn't mind grumbling and groaning as his left eye opened, followed by his right. and, shit, what was this--his legs were actually hiking themselves over the bed; and is this enzo actually walking to the door? you bet your sweet ass it was, but only to push russia outside, slam the door shut, and shuffle to the coffee maker. the older man wasted no time overloading his mug with diabetes sweeteners and cream (which are probably the only things sweet about him, to be quite honest), before he went on to wallowing around as his usual sunday morning zombie self. it took a whole of fifteen minutes for enzo even get back to his room, put on a pair of slippers (but not pants, because really, he could survive in boxers, and he'd already told reese, "no hetero"), take seven sips of his mug, and go back to the apartment door. eighteen seconds is the time it took for enzo to get to the base of the stairs in their lounge and yell, "reese, i swear to god, i will destroy you!" in the most menacing voice a dude could possibly muster at ass o'clock in the morning. he padded into the barn aisle, nursing his coffee and sending death glares in alpha's general direction; the horse was too busy weaving an interpretive dance as he waited for breakfast to notice his owner, but whatever, fuck you too. he scanned the barn aisle for reese, only to see a little french rear trot into the feed room. "russia baby, c'mere, papa's sorry! now sic reese for papa!" enzo didn't quite hear blood curdling screams or the growling of a small canine minion obeying its loving master, so sigh, time to take matters into his own hands. he put his mug down on a bench in the aisle and stomped after reese as she all-too-cheerily feed the horses occupying the barn, seeming to ignore his grumbling and excess of four-letter-holy-crap-wash-his-mouth-out-with-soap words. the trainer spun his colleague around as she was finishing off topping sif's water. he immediately put on his best pouty face and willed his green eyes to grown twice their size like one of those japanese cartoons. "my sweet, darling, pumpkin-spiced muffin of a co-owner, why must you do this to me on my day to sleep in?" he whimpered. "now i've got to put up with those catapults new from the rescue center, head-bitch-in-charge alpha, clients, russia, and you for the next fourteen hours. i could so turn your ass in for abusing my dwindling sanity!" enzo paused and bore his eyes into the smaller girl's in his best attempt to look menacing. "don't you think i totally won't put holes on the seats of your breeches, because i will. and i will totally sneak some alfalfa to sif before you get on her."

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[reese alexandra weatherby]

enzo? scary? two words that could never describe enzo to reese. he looked like a brooding mess to everyone else but reese just giggled at his antics. he was adorable to her, even when yelling at her. "uh oh rus, daddy sounds mad, you better head for the hills or he might eat you." she crooned to the little dog as she listened to enzo yell at her from the bottom of the stairs. she smiled as she finished the feeding and enzo turned her around.

"my sweet, darling, pumpkin-spiced muffin of a co-owner, why must you do this to me on my day to sleep in? now i've got to put up with those catapults new from the rescue center, head-bitch-in-charge alpha, clients, russia, and you for the next fourteen hours. i could so turn your ass in for abusing my dwindling sanity!" reese tried to keep a straight face as enzo scolded her, it was incredibly hard because he was trying to look pitiful but he was so much bigger than her that it didn't work on her. her hand came up to cover her mouth so that she wouldn't giggle at him.

"aww, i'm sorry the poor baby woke up, but i do not believe i woke you up, you're just mad that you you're so used to getting up this early that you're body woke you up." she smiled and turned away from him to roll up the hose in the barn. "besides it's not like i'm going to let you ride the catapults by yourself and if i remember correctly you love dealing with me or you wouldn't work her." she smirked.

reese grabbed a brush and turned back towards enzo as he spoke, "don't you think i totally won't put holes on the seats of your breeches, because i will. and i will totally sneak some alfalfa to sif before you get on her."

[/i] reese stomped towards enzo and poked her finger in his chest, "touch my sif and alphie is alfalfa for a week along with the catapults. touch my breeches and i'm going to hide all you're riding boots." she spouted, turning on her heel and walking towards monty's stall.

monty was her darling, he nickered to her as she opened his stall, and she stuck her tongue out at enzo. "maybe i'll add an extra horse to your schedule, monty needs a good work out and i need to ride sif and chip." she smiled at enzo, knowing how much enzo and monty disliked each other, well, monty disliked everyone but her so that wasn't a far stretch for him. reese ran the hard brush over his shiny coat brushing off any of the dust he accumulated over night from laying down in his stall.

"so broody mcbroodersen, what's on the agenda first for today." she asked closing monty's stall door after giving him a final kiss on his muzzle. she glanced in each of the stalls, checking how well the stable hands had been cleaning the stalls and making sure everyone had pooped during the night and wasn't experiencing colic. a horse colicing would throw off enzo and hers entire day.[/blockquote][/size]

[marsh]

enzo cocked an eyebrow, flicking his gaze to and from both his dog and reese. "love you?" he scoffed. "puh-lease, i'm here for the fancy dancing horses that know how to run fast and jump. if putting up with you is necessary, then so be it--my sanity will just dwindle!" the trainer grinned at that, because bitch please, that's why. enzo: negative one, reese: zero plus twenty-eight thousand. as soon as reese poked her fingers into enzo's chest, he raised his hands, affronted. jesus lady, give it a rest! "oooh, my fresh raw meat, such empty threats only do harm to you, and merely provide amusement for me," enzo retorted with a low whistle as he dropped his arms and leaned on the aforementioned gelding's stall door. "alpha could definitely use the extra protein and a few more pounds; who knows, maybe i'd have a happier, more compliant horse on my hands." he shot a glare at the grey gelding and watched as the horse pinned his ears and lunged at fitz from his stall. enzo flailed with what was probably the most embarrassing flailing form ever. the man practically growled, "oh hell no, fuckface!"--and then, with a swift motion over to coddle his favorite mare--"i'm so sorry for failing to protect you, baby. i'm such a terrible daddy--hey, shitface! you don't move your head when i'm trying to hug it! goddamn mares." he turned back to reese right as she stuck her tongue out at him. what, why that face? it wasn't as though enzo was the one subjecting himself to that nutcase, pitiful excuse of a horse. he furrowed his brows before raising them again with a nasty scowl (damn, his eyebrows really should just have minds of their own... for interpretive dancing and whatnot). "monty well knows that i will destroy him if he tries to pull any shit with me. we may not have a healthy, functioning relationship. but hey, i'll gladly ride him if you don't mind him missing a few back teeth by the time i'm done." enzo gave reese his best glare and walked outside as his coworker asked about his plans for the day. "the almighty queen of windchase, asking me, a lowly peasant living a life of sin, what i would like to do today?" enzo grabbed onto a balcony pillar and fell to his knees, feigning shock, acting as though he had been blessed by greek gods. "this day could only get better if i had some dos lunas and the cast of magic mike!" mmm, that actually sounded fantastic right now... y'know, after another good five hours of sleep and vats of caffeinated breakfast beverages. enzo gathered himself and stood back up, picking up russia and holding her to his chest. "but since you asked for my plans, o' great one, you will be attempting to turn on the new rescues' brains whilst i take up the indoor and work on turning the smiths' hunter into a fancy prancin' and dancin' horse--oh, and bitch at a few select slaves for not putting enough blood and tears in for their work. i saw a few loose strands of hay out on the barn aisle last night, reese--unswept hay!" he wailed. oh sweet jesus, because sweeping up hay took too much time and effort on enzo's part. but hey, if those kids want to make it in the industry, enzo doesn't mind toughening them up a bit first. russia wiggled against his chest; the trainer gave the french bulldog a cavity-inducing smile and cooed, "that's right, rus, we're going to make people feel insignificant and lazy and one will cry if we're lucky. yay, our favorite!"

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[reese alexandra weatherby]

reese shook her head at her partners antics, she wouldn't be buying him starbucks today. which really sucked for enzo since he practically breathed coffee. reese scowled at enzo, riding the catapults by herself was not what she had in mind for the day. hmm, maybe eamon would be interested in helping. "fine, you go turn on the dance moves, i'll just see if eamon is interested in playing lawn darts with me." she said using her haughtiest tone when she spoke to him. if she was going to play with a bunch of greenies someone was going with her whether they rode one, or was just their to catch them after she hit the ground she didn't care, but she could already feel her muscles and bones ache in protest.

"no starbucks for you." she called out to him digging through their tack room for her training saddle, most durable helmet, and a vest. no way was she getting on a bunch of greenies without a vest on.