<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/85a3ec8a48c990a52d70834e3a11e985/tumblr_nc24lbei2c1rk32iko1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Randall Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785509#msg11785509)<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Stud/Hand<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Pre-lunch, August 31st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Silent greetings.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The arrival of the bus had caught him off-guard, in the midst of cleaning out the horse stalls, which meant he was shirtless and his hair was dripping slightly from the quick rinse he'd been forced to take in one of the rain buckets on the exterior wall of the barn.  It beat greeting the clients still sweaty and flecked with straw, he supposed, but not by much.  As the ladies debarked and walked inside, he ran one hand back through his hair to smooth it out of his face, and try to tame the slight curl that always sprang up when it was damp.<br/><br/>As Virgil went through the welcoming spiel, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his faded, well-worn jeans, the knees threadbare and revealing the inked skin underneath.  A slight smile touched his mouth as he let his golden-green gaze settle briefly on each woman's face, head canting with a kind of boyish appeal.  His own wrist sported a green band, like Virgil's, but he restrained the urge to let himself thoroughly enjoy the sight of the array of beauties before him.  There was time enough for that later, for now he was looking forward to lunch and possibly getting to know a little something about each of the women.  If they wanted to share, of course.  It was hardly his place to ask.