WHO: Léon & Dante WHAT: Being douches WHERE: Dante's place WHEN: Saturday WHY: Because RATING: TBD STATUS: Incomplete/closed
The weekend was just what he needed, although frankly he could have done with it a couple of days sooner. While he worked all year, the summers and Christmases when the students went home were pretty quiet, but the first few weeks of a new term were hell. New students brought new horses and spoilt rich kids thought they could handle colts by themselves. Thank Merlin the weekend was his.
Dante was somewhere, but no where that Léon had seen that morning, so he was kicking back on the sofa, watching some boxing tapes. It wasn't the best plan for the weekend, but it was better than working. Or fighting with Dante, or having to give evidence.
He took a swallow from the bottle, stretching out and kicking off his shoes. Maybe he should go to the gym, or go to the Wand, or try and find Dante, but really the Big Man could look after himself, and even thought he'd been back a week, he'd hardly seen his roomie at all. But considering the hissy-fit Dante had a fortnight ago, maybe that was for the best.