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    "Cal." Ally pleaded quietly, stepping backwards, but she could see she wasn't going to make a difference at all.


    Dan looked at Cal, eyebrows raised. He tensed up for a moment, ready to argue back, but then scoffed and walked off back to the barn.

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    Ally closed her eyes and sighed, before regaining her posture and turning around slowly. She walked back into the barn and glanced at Dan nervously as she passed him, before going over to Alfie and patting him to calm herself down.


    Dan looked at Ally and then quickly looked away, turning all his attention back onto his horse.

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    Sighing, Ally pulled her phone out of her pocket and went to her camera roll, finding the picture of the show dates she'd screenshotted. The nearest one was that weekend, but she figured that with four of them on board things could get done in time.

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    [font=georgia][size=13pt][color=white]And after all,
    [size=14][color=black]you're my wonderwall.

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    "I'm Dale," the young man smiled, while drying a wine glass with a chequered dishcloth. "Pleased to meet you, Rose."
    Dale had always liked to be polite, especially when meeting new people. But in this instance, the pleasant voice uttering the traditional niceties contained the slightest hint of sarcasm. He wasn't being patronizing; oh no, he just liked to humor people. It was one of the curious factors about him that made up his bubbly personality.
    Upon spying Rose's approval of the champagne, Dale beamed genuinely, pleased. "I'm glad you like it. It's my personal favourite, and unfortunately the reason I have to keep coming up with excuses as to why we run out of it so quickly."
    Dale sighed as yet another impatient customer demanded his service. He quickly appeased them, looking put out when a 'thank you' was not offered, and turned his attention back to Rose.

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    [font=georgia][size=13pt][color=white]And after all,
    [size=14][color=black]you're my wonderwall.

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    "Ah, I'm used to it." Dale waved a hand dismissively and put down the wine glass on the drying rack, before starting on the next one.
    "So," he started, sighing loudly, leaning back against the island in the middle of the area behind the bar. "What brings you here this evening?"
    It felt good for Dale to talk to somebody his own age, who wasn't ordering a drink from him or being paid by somebody else to seduce him. New York was such a big place and he'd been here a good couple months now, but he had failed to meet anybody aside from Justin that he would be willing to go out of his way to talk to.
    Looking up at the old clock on the wall, sandwiched inbetween shelves housing countless bottles of Southern Comfort and Malibu Rum, Dale noted happily that his shift for the evening was almost over. In ten minutes he was free to go and enjoy the place, instead of tirelessly serving the people in it.