(Unfinished) After Work Date
The ad had first caught his eye that morning while browsing the last page of the "Bucking Bronco", the local newspaper. However, about to rush out of the door, and already late, Ajax had pushed the thought out of his mind. Now the work day was over and he was permitted some down time Ajax found his thoughts wandering back to the advertisment. He borrowed that day's paper off the breakroom table and opened it over his knees. As he thought, the striking resemblance of the charming young palimino stallion in the picture to his fellow co-worker Reno wasn't without reason, they were the same horse. Ajax gave the rest of the personals a quick glace before turning back to Reno's. The colt's ad was by far the most eyecatching, as was the real thing when he pranced through the cubicles of the office building. Ajax wondered why Reno even bothered to put up the personal ad, that stud could have had anyone he wanted with little effort. Ajax picked up the phone and dialed the number Reno had given in small font under his picture. The phone rang four times before anyone picked up.
"Hello?" Reno's voice was soft and shy.
"I'm looking for...." Ajax paused as though he was reading off a paper and had trouble with a word "....Reno."
"Speaking," Reno said, his voice was very buisness like now.
"Well, I saw your ad..." Ajax started.
Reno's voice seemed to go from buisness-like to accusing instantaniously "Ajax, this you?" he grumbled.
Ajax laughed "well, your ad did catch my eye," he said matter-of-factly.
"Did it?" Reno sounded surprised.
"Yeah, great pic by the way," Ajax said "soooo....you wanna go out sometime?"
"You don't waste anytime," Reno said; Ajax could tell the colt was smiling.
"Is that a yes?" Ajax asked.
"Sure," Reno replied "When?"
"I'll pick you up in twenty minutes," Ajax hung up quickly before his date could argue.
"Twenty minutes! I thought 'go out sometime' was a little further off than that!?" Reno paused, Ajax had hung up. Reno ran into the bathroom to examine his reflection. He looked like he had just gotten off of work, a bit ragged. He splashed his face with water and tried to run a comb through what was usually a soft silky mane running down his neck. His tail was a mess to. Sitting on it all day in front of a computer had made some of the shorter hairs stick out straight up from the base of his tail. The comb got stuck in his mane as he tried despratly to neaten up his long forelock that was supposed to hang gracefully down the front of his muzzle from between his ears. Five minutes of frantic brushing, application of hair gel, and a signifigant amount of hair being pulled out later, Reno at least had an appearance he'd be caught dead in in public. Now he needed clothes. Nothing fabric in the entire apartment seemed to be clean, even the tableclothes that Reno had have considered wearing as a tunic if he was unable to find anything on. In the end he decided on a cute little mesh t-shirt he found balled up in the bottom of the back of his dresser drawer and a simple yet sexy pair of pants that hung nicly on his hips. Reno had just finished fastening the belt buckle on the front of his pants when the doorbell rang.
It took much less than twenty minutes to get to Reno's house from the office. Ajax knew that the colt walked to work each day and that it probably took him only ten to fifteen minutes including a stop for coffee at the corner gas station. However Ajax figured it would take him a bit longer to clean himself up a bit, he needed to change his white collared shirt, for he'd spilled coffe on it that morning, and his neighbor inthe cubicle next to him had accidently knocked an entire bottle of whiteout into his tail. By the time he'd shown up at Reno's door he'd managed to clean himself up completely.
Ajax was from mixed parentage. He'd been abandoned as a foal and grew up in a large stable with many other young colts and fillies that had been left to fend for themselves. As far as he was concerned he'd come out pretty well. He was tall which suggested a thoroughbred background but wasn't nearly as sleak. His coat was a nice bay with no white markings and his eyes a pretty chocolate brown. Reno had been born into riches but with the death of his parents in a freak accident years back he'd been put into the care of his aunt until he'd come of age and was able to work at his father's buisness. Reno's mother had been a pure bred Arabian and he'd inherieted her curves, long flowing mane and tail, and her spirit. His father, having been well known in the sports world for being a suburb athelete and to the buisness world as an exceptional buisnessman, had passed along both his physical prowness and brains to his son. Reno was a gorgeous, if a bit feminine, palimino stallion with a light silvery mane and tail.