<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/dd/06/b2/dd06b2e69910baed46604db4e305d191.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Alec<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Ranch Hand<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Pre-lunch, August 31st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Awaiting orders<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Alec stood in the barn, lined up with the other hands that worked the ranch, as well as provided services to the clientele. He hoped that this little meeting wouldn’t take long; there was work to be done around the ranch to make sure it ran smoothly for another day. He hadn’t exactly been on board right away to be used as a stud for the owners little side venture, but slowly they talked him into it with one little catch, his first duty was to tend to the ranch. It was what he was used to doing, and it just happened to be what he enjoyed doing as well. It just so happened that he was picked for the first week of rotation, so here he was, standing with his arms behind his back, almost like a military at ease position as he listened to the owner talk.<br/><br/>At the mention of the armband Alec looked down at his own. How had he been talked into doing this? He was a ranch hand, spending most his life on a sheep ranch and now this. He shook his head, not like he was really complaining when it came down to it. He got to spend time in the company of beautiful women every couple of weeks, though it usually meant he was going to have to have some serious recovery time. Something about his voice, he had found it drove the women that visited wild.<br/><br/>So for now he would remain silent, until he was told to talk.<br/>