23 Griffin Way, Saturday Afternoon

[justlike_a_girl]

It was the first Saturday in May, and Dani was nowhere near Churchill Downs. Before her falling out with the racing board, she would have been sitting in Millionaire's Row, wearing her best hat and dreaming of sending her horse to the Kentucky Derby.

Even if it looked rainy and miserable on the television, she still wished she was there instead of having to watch NBC's crummy race coverage. She'd even settle for sitting in the grandstand wearing one of those tacky rain ponchos just to be there.

Dani had poured her first mint julep at noon and was tipsy long before post time. At the rate she was going, she was going to run out of bourbon before the horses made it to the starting gate.

[Establishy, but definitely open for anyone who wants to watch the race with her.]

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[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

"Horse racing," Price commented, mostly stopping from a trip to the kitchen. "The big one's today, right?"

[justlike_a_girl]

"The Run For The Roses," said Dani, trying to stand up, even though she wasn't very steady on her feet. "Fastest two minutes in sports. I think I saw my dad and his latest girlfriend in the crowd."

That definitely called for more bourbon.

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

"I think technically two minutes in sport are always the same length. Unless we're slowing down time, which I wouldn't put it past this island."

[justlike_a_girl]

"I don't think we have room for a race track on this island. Probably a good thing," said Dani, stumbling over to the sideboard to fix herself another drink. "Unless someone wanted to try racing the flamingos from the park. That would be funny."

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

"...maybe you should sit back down," Price said. "I can play bartender, if you like."

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani fell back onto the couch. "I want pie," she said, totally at random.

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

"Do you want a drink or pie?" Price said. "Because I'm warning you right now, you don't want me baking."

[justlike_a_girl]

"I may have had to much too drink," said Dani. "Now I want pie. Blueberry pie *hiccup* from JGOB."

Fortunately, she'd picked up one up yesterday. It was in the fridge.

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

"...the pie I saw in the fridge?" Price said, remembering. "Well, I suppose I can muster up a slice. How big do you like it?"

[justlike_a_girl]

"Big," said Dani. "Just bring me the whole pie. I'm hungry."

She was distracted momentarily by the horses being loaded in the starting gate. "Hey! No closing the gate on the poor horsie's tail," she shouted at the television.

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

"The whole pie, coming right up," Price said, walking back to the kitchen. He returned with the whole pie and a fork, which he held out for Dani.

"Ask, and ye shall receive."

[justlike_a_girl]

"Pie!" squealed Dani, reaching out and grabbing the pie, though she didn't take the fork. "Look look look! The race is starting! I've got money on this race."

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

"I hope you bet on the winner," Price said, settling in to watch as well. "It'd be silly to bet on anyone else."

He thought he was funny.

[justlike_a_girl]

"I did even better. I bet on the filly!" said Dani. "I like a girl who can run with the boys and beat them at their own game."

And it was a sure bet, since fillies had won 3 out of the last 135 Kentucky Derbies.

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

"Well, here's hoping you got your money's worth," Price said. "Not much of a gambler, myself. But, to each their own."

[justlike_a_girl]

"They're coming down the stretch!" yelled Dani, sitting up. "And the filly... wait, where's the filly?"

The filly finished in 10th place.

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, don't know which one you're looking for. Horse breeding wasn't a subject I thought I needed to learn in the SAS," Price said.

[justlike_a_girl]

"Meh, it wasn't a very exciting race anyway. The Oaks was better," said Dani with a shrug. She turned her attention back to her pie.

And after debating the best plan of attack, Dani scooped up a piece with her fingers. "Mmm, good pie," she mumbled.

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

"Are you quite alright?" Price said. "Never seen a lady craving so much pie before."

Mainly because you've spent most of the last five years alone, John.

[justlike_a_girl]

"You probably never saw a woman drink a bottle of bourbon on an empty stomach," said Dani, licking pie filling off of her fingers.

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

"An entire bottle?" Price said. "I'm now impressed you're still conscious."