Cold CREAMY Deliciousness

[tristan]

Being a rookie, it wasn't often that Tristan got to do all that much. Sure he got to tag along all the time, but he was still in training as far as the others were concerned. But he wouldn't complain, he completely understood how they all felt. Tristan was never the type to complain or get angry over something so small. He's always been a rather easy going guy, so he can take just about anything. His first day at the station, a few of the older guys had decided to play a trick on him. When Tristan went to shower, they stole his uniform and all of his clothes, replacing them with a dress. It was amusing to them, but not so amusing to Tristan when he couldn't find his clothes. He refused to put the dress on, but he did use it to wrap around his waste and cover up. The other guys were all laughing so hard and barely able to keep themselves in their chairs. It took about twenty minutes of begging for them to finally give Tristan his uniform and clothes back. He knew it was only a harmless prank, so he didn't get upset or anything. It was probably a ritual that they had for when they got rookies.

Once all the teasing and jokes were over, Tristan was accepted into the "family". Police officers grow very close, especially with their partner. It's like one big family at the station, and Tristan was like the newborn child. It would take a while until he was thought of as an adult and taken serious. But he was willing to do anything and work his hardest. He's always been a very strong willed young man, so he could take all the teasing and tormenting the older men gave him. When he wasn't being teased at the station, he was usually at the stables. His horses were his closest friends, next to his dogs. He loved them all and treated them like family members. Digger was a police horse before Tristan came to the station, but he didn’t ever seem to get along with anyone. He’s a very free spirited and hot headed gelding, so he can be hard to get along with. But Tristan fell in love with the gelding almost instantly. Their personalities seemed to complete one another and Digger was very accepting of his new owner.

Today was another slow day with nothing much to do but sit around the station. He had run errands for a few of the other officers, gotten some cleaning done, and even got to file paperwork. At the end of his shift, Tristan made sure to put lock his firearm away. Some guys could take their guns home, but he didn’t have a safe place to keep it yet. So instead he locked it up with the other weapons at the station. He wasn’t quite ready to go home yet, it was still rather early. So Tristan decided to stop at the Old Fashioned Soda Shoppe for a little pre dinner treat. He was wearing black jeans, a blue collared shirt, and black sneakers. A typical outfit for Tristan, not too dressed up but not looking like a bum. He preferred to look nice if he was going to be seen out in public.

Once he had arrived at the ice cream shop, he was greeted with quite a few friendly smiles. He was still sort of new here, but so far the people had been rather friendly. He was taken to a small table for two and told that his waiter would be right with him. It was a bit odd to have a waiter when he was only getting ice cream, but that’s how the shop was run. He didn’t mind being waited on of course, but he felt somewhat silly sitting by himself and having someone bring out ice cream to him when he could easily get up himself. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he leaned back in the chair and let his brown eyes wander around the building. It was always pretty full in here, the towns favorite spot it seemed. Or the only good place to get ice cream, he wasn’t sure. Either way, he sat and waited, not even sure what he really wanted.

[ericajohnson]

& she's just a
ordinary girl

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erica slowly pulled her mustang into a parking spot, her fingers flipping the key back, killing the engine. it went from a quiet purr to silence. her blue eyes scanning around her car before stepping out. her feet landed lightly and her small frame was soon out and she was shutting the door behind her. erica locked her car, and headed for the door of the Soda Shoppe, a hangout for riders after .. well .. riding, or just for a treat. she had never really gone inside before, she only drove by and thought about entering. today, as beat as she was from riding all day, erica had decided, why not and was going to stop by and see what all the buzz was about.

being a horse rider and living in pinewood, it was as common as a squirrel in a tree. of course, she was one of them, and proud of it. however, not many were from out of state as she was. being from the dominican republic, erica sometimes felt out of place. yes, she spoke very fluent english. yet she still spoke spanish to her horses, and people in the barn would look at her like 'what is she sayin'?'. she loved being latina. and she wasn't going to hide it.

as a kid, erica was picked on a lot. as she grew up, her mind got stronger and she ignored it all. her body got stronger from all the riding, and soon she was able to stand up for herself. once she hit high school, all that strength came to good use. if she was talked about, she could fight back. someone pulled a prank on her, she got them back. once, people thought it would be funny to write stuff on her truck about her in spanish.. obviously, they forgot who they were messing with. so the next day, she spray-painted their windshield and windows. karmas a bad one.

as she stepped inside the quaint little place, erica was greeted warmly. her heart felt warm and a smile grew across her face. a few little children waved and shouted 'hi'. she just waved back and smiled, with a quiet chuckle as their parents shushed them. a pretty younger waitress came over to her and greeted her. erica told her one person and she was soon led to a table with a young man sitting there already. the place was packed, so not many tables were available, but erica didn't mind sharing with a new face. it was always great to have new friends.

erica gently lowered herself into her seat and sweetly smiled at the man across from her. he seemed like a nice guy. he was dressed nicely too, compared to her plain gray shirt which was pulled back and held with a scrunchie, blue skinneys with a rip in the back from her horse being a little too playful, and brown slip-ons. hair in a mess, of course. but she didn't care as long as she was comfortable. once she was situaited, erica looked at the man. "hey, i'm erica. guess we're table buddies. she playfully joked as she did a small wave with her fingers and grinned. she glanced around at all the people, most of the faces she didn't recognize.