PLAY IT COOL

  



For the Stock Show Finals 2017 - Class List | Cutting

Featuring:
Horse: SRR Spook in the Rein
Riders Name: Justin McBride
Class: Cutting
Country: USA
Stock Show RESULTS!


and guest: 
Horse: WRR Big Tank Hank
Riders Name: Jarin Jackson
Class: -- performing as a turnback helper --
Country: USA

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At long last, Jarin's hard work had paid off. He had worked his ass off for months to be somewhat competent on the art of western riding. It had been a tough uphill battle but Sydney was resilient. So much so that he pushed Jarin into a huge show with multiple classes offered and it was no little local show for the kids to play in. It was serious business. But Jarin was ready for it. He didn't have much show experience but by how much Sydney had crammed riding into his brain, it would just be another day really. And besides, it meant that he got to spend the whole day riding Hank! That's really what Jarin was in it for...
Although, the closer to the show date of the Stock Show Finals, the more serious Sydney got. Or at least, that's what Jarin associated it with. He clearly remembered one instance where Sydney had taken off right before they were supposed to leave for the show. He had gone back down to Texas to visit his family as h always had. Usually, it was no big deal. A week later and he'd be back. But the days rolled by and there was no sign of Sydney. Jarin began to wonder if he was coming back. It was only a couple days until they needed to leave. What was he supposed to do if Sydney didn't show up? He was already entered into his classes. Surely, he shouldn't scratch out of the show entirely. He worked so hard for it. But he really didn't have the confidence to do well on his own at his first western event either. So...he waited.
And waited...
It was the day they needed to leave and there was still no sign of Sydney. Jarin had groomed out Hank and Tango just in case. He leaned on Hank's stall after grooming him for the third time. Still no Sydney... Jarin began to wonder if he just quit. Maybe he didn't think Jarin was worth the time anymore. It wasn't like Sydney to just quit... Jarin felt heartbroken. Not because Sydney wasn't showing up and he'd miss his chance at a show, but because he felt somehow maybe he had let Sydney down. Maybe he hadn't worked hard enough...
Jarin hung his head, feeling like he could cry. His head snapped back up when he heard Sydney's signature walk: stomp-clink-stomp-clink-stomp-clink-stomp-clink of his heavy feet and spurs. "Sydney!" Jarin smiled with relief. He didn't abandon him after all!
Sydney's expression was dark and not friendly in the slightest. Jarin was oblivious, taking it as Sydney's usual pissed-off expression that was just...Sydney. "I was beginning to think you weren't-"
Sydney grabbed Jarin by his collar and shoved him into a stall; hard enough to even make Tango's head pop up and sidestep away a couple feet. "Shut yer fuckin' mouth and load the horses," Sydney snarled in Jarin's face, his tone was like acid.
Jarin shrank until he was about an inch tall, feeling his soul exit his body prematurely. He could hardly muster a whisper, "Okay." 
Sydney shoved him again, letting him go and stomped off down the aisle. Jarin slumped to the ground, his heart racing. He was fairly sure he just saw his own death in those green eyes. He wasn't sure what had set Sydney off but damn! He was sure to do exactly what Sydney told him to in fear he would be rip into pieces and fed to piranhas. It was a very quiet drive to the most exciting day of Jarin's life...unfortunately the company wasn't getting any better.
Justin McBride...
Sydney's "friend". Jarin had never really met the guy. He came up to the stables every once in a while to visit Sydney while he was travelling to different show circuits. From what Jarin had gathered, he was very...friendly? He wouldn't say obnoxious. Just...excitable? Jarin tried very hard to be accepting of Sydney's friend, but largely just avoided him. Especially after...a certain night. 
Jarin had forgotten about that dream...(Seem the dream come alive here: CP: Jus/Jar | Green Broke). He had banished it off to a dark, dark realm of horrible, terrible things. He didn't want to even acknowledge its existence. He refused to believe his mind would even come up with something so disgusting and awful! He had other things to focus on!
Jarin had just finished up his cutting class and pulled on his jacket to leave. It was a little chilly out in the autumn air. It had been a long day but he wasn't done yet so he stifled a yawn. He glanced over and saw Sydney was still brewing in the stands. He couldn't figure out what had him so mad. He hadn't been helping Jarin out at all the entire day. It was a bit stressful on Jarin. He didn't even know if he had been doing well. Maybe if he tried asking him what was wrong. He knew it was kind of a dangerous question, but something needed to happen... Jarin hopped off Hank and he led him over to the railing.
"Hey, we need a turnback!" shouted one of the staff members.
Jarin ignored it, not sure what they meant. It didn't really strike Jarin as important. He walked over to Sydney, "H-Hey Sydney..."
Sydney's attention was on the ring. He stood from his seat and stomped over to Jarin, ignoring whatever babble he was spouting. He grabbed him by his jacket and and shoved him over to Hank, "Get your ass back in the saddle and get the hell out there, already."
"Huh?" Jarin didn't understand. "But I did my round-"
"Get your ass back in the saddle, fucker," Sydney growled. He gestured to the man that was shouting, "They need an extra guy."
Jarin glanced back, "But I...don't know how-"
"It's not fucking hard. All you have to fucking do is make sure the cow doesn't run to the other side of the ring. That fucking simple. Now get your fat ass in that saddle and fuck off." Christ almighty, it wasn't that hard of a concept. 
Jarin asked no more and hopped into the saddle. He hoped they didn't mind he was still in a jacket. He glanced back at Sydney who was still standing with his arms crossed. He sure hoped this was just the stress of the show. He had a lot riding on his shoulders but he sure wasn't making this a whole lot of fun...
Jarin trotted Hank over to the man, "Uh, h-hi, you needed help?"
The man nodded, "You'll be a turnback for out next contestant. Take your place along the rail."
Jarin did as he was told. He didn't really look at who the next person was. He was still trying to figure out what Sydney was so upset about. It wasn't like him to be so angry all the time. Sure, he got mad at Jarin if he did something stupid but he usually came out of it or just threw a spur at him. 
Justin had entered the ring on his newly acquired stallion, Reiner. He thought it was hilariously ironic to be cutting on a horse name Reiner. He glanced about quickly to see who his teammates were to help maintain the cattle. Roy Atkins, okay, good guy. A bit late to push a cow so he might want to pick from the left side of the herd. Trevor Kent, alright, pretty solid guy. Jarin Jackson, Sydney's lil' dweeb. Tony Danzo-wait. Justin glanced back at Jarin who looked oblivious as usual. Little Jar-bear was taking up a turnback position? Well, that certainly said something! Last he knew, Jarin was still eating shit for lunch every time Hank peeled left or right! he grinned to himself, "Well, the kiddo must have dropped some balls, finally." 
His brain instantly jumped to a very vivid dream he had... (Get the vivid here: CP: Jus/Jar | Merry XXXmas!). It brought a little blush to Justin's cheek before he cleared his throat and moved passed it quickly. Well, that was awkward. But Jarin didn't know about it and he wasn't going to know about it. He dared not tell anyone. For fuck's sake, why couldn't he have a normal dream about titties or guns? 
Justin entered the herd, picking out a lively little red spotted cow. Reiner was very sure to give every cow a sideways glance to make sure they were a horrendous little furry sheep creature, first. Then he was all business. He got low and he got feisty. The cow made a very good effort to squirt passed him. Justin probably could have let it go. Probably should have. 
Jarin snapped out of his spiral of questioning, seeing the cow start to charge for him. RIGHT! He was supposed to keep the cow from doing that! He kicked Hank on into a gallop and charged for the cow, hoping he was doing it right! The cow halted, spun and started to head back, being pinched between the two riders. 
Jarin just so happened to glance at the other rider, pulling Hank back, "Sor-" He had thought he gotten in the way and was peeling out of there when he came face to face with none other than Justin McBride. Jarin's entire face lit on fire as he squawked, "Eeehhhyaah!~" 
Justin hit the brakes to, trying to pinch the cow off from the awkward corner. Turnbacks usually weren't quite so forward! But then Jarin made such a loud noise! He glanced up and saw how red in the cheeks he was and just horrified...WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF RESPONSE WAS EEEHHHYAAH!? Justin's cheek turned a bit red. Did he somehow know about the dream!? There was no fucking way! Unless...unless it was like one of those dreams lovers share and they wake up next to each other saying, "You wouldn't believe the crazy dream I had last night!" And the other is like, "Really? No way! Same here!"  And it turns out they somehow had the same dream!? 
Oh god!"
"Play it cool, Jackson!" Justin shouted at him! Jackson? Why did he call him Jackson? He normally kidded at him and called him all sorts of pet names to tease him. Why was he thinking it even mattered now? Shit! He had a cow getting away! He hesitated for a moment, opening his mouth. 
Jarin was much in the same position. PLAY IT COOL!? HOW WAS MEETING THE MAN THAT TOOK YOUR VIRGINITY IN YOUR DREAM: PLAYING IT COOL!? Jarin made the executive decision to squeal loudly enough for the entire ring to hear and backing Hank up faster than he had ever galloped in his life! He backed out of there so hard, Hank mowed one staff member over, smashed into the railing, causing Hank to jump forward. Jarin spun the massive horse on the spot, kicked him ferociously and plowed through the gates of the arena, galloping away from the indoor. 
Justin had since given up on the idea of reworking that cow as it jumped and skittered off back into the herd. His mouth hung open like a broken hinge, watching Jarin blast off out of there like his momma was being murdered... Holy shit... Okay...so maybe...Jarin was more of a bottom guy and he was afraid of the commitment? It was just a dream, dude... Well, there went any hope of not making that whole thing awkward as fuck...
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The awkward crack pairing duo finally crash into each other! After dreaming of each other very awkwardly in their own private realms, they meet up at the Stock Show Finals xD I hadn't originally intended for them to meet up in this sort of awkward way but hey, the dreams hadn't exactly been planned either and how could I not use them against them xD 
Welp, way to make that show go awkward...as is Jarin's specialty. Maybe Sydney will crack a grumpy smile after seeing Jarin bolt out of the arena, screaming like a little girl about the man trying to take his dream virginity. LOL 
Nearly to the end of this plotline chunk! :"D 

Jarin/Hank/Sydney/Justin/Reiner/Tango © Drasayer 


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