# There's A New Horse In Town: Let's Do Lunch

Author: Claymore
Tags: Anthro, Clydesdale, Equine, Horse

A couple of horse anthros continue getting acquainted.

Let's Do Lunch

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Fidgeting with the pencil, Claymore stared at the drawing on his sketch pad.&nbsp; The latch design he'd come up with was workmanlike, but it was missing panache.&nbsp; Although he had the pragmatism typical of a Clydesdale, Clay was also something of an artist at the anvil, and 'plain' just didn't suit his style.&nbsp; Part of the reason for his shop's modest growth was the fact that his work both looked good and worked well.&nbsp; He was scratching a few more lines on the page when his cell phone jangled suddenly.  
  
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;"Hay, this is Clay, can I help you?" he neighed after flipping open his phone.&nbsp; The interruption was especially welcome when he heard the caller's voice.&nbsp; "Oh, Kimi!&nbsp; How ya doin'?&nbsp; No, no, not a problem, glad to talk to you.&nbsp; I'm just doodling with a design right now.&nbsp; What's up?"  
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Leaning back in the ancient wooden desk chair, Clay swiveled to put his hind hooves up on the desk.&nbsp; His mood, though slightly perturbed by the drawing's lack of progress, instantly relaxed as he listened to the young stallion.&nbsp;&nbsp; He rocked back and forth in the creaking oak chair, snorting and twitching his ears as the two made small talk.&nbsp; At one point his ears perked suddenly forward.&nbsp; &nbsp;  
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh, I'm glad to hear that, and yeah, I drink an occasional beer," Clay said, nickering softly and without a trace of irony; he might as well have called the Monogahela River a pretty good sized ditch.&nbsp; "Well, listen that sounds good, you want me to meet ... oh, sure no problem.&nbsp; Pick me up at the diner then.&nbsp; I'll see you Sunday morning at eleven!"   
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Closing the phone, the Clydesdale sat upright in his chair.&nbsp; It wasn't often that he had plans for a Sunday morning, and the prospect had livened him up a bit.&nbsp; After Brad had left town last year, he just hadn't felt much like socializing and besides -- Crawford Corners wasn't exactly known for its anthro population.&nbsp;&nbsp; A picnic on Sunday sounded like a great way to get a little better acquainted.&nbsp; "Although," Clay mused quietly to himself, "things are gonna go a little differently this time around."  
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sunday dawned bright and cloudless, a perfect midsummer morning that was only just warming up as Clay settled on the bench outside the Home Cookin' Kitchen.&nbsp; He sipped his coffee, glancing at his watch and noting he was early.&nbsp; A moment later a beeping horn caught his attention, and he waved at the driver.&nbsp; "Figures," he thought, smiling as Kimi parked, "one of those 'green' cars that's easy on the environment."  
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&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; "Clay, good morning!" Kimi nickered, laughing a little as he got out of his car and waved.&nbsp; "I'm not late, am I? Gosh, I hope you haven't been waiting long!"&nbsp; Dressed in faded jeans and a casual, brightly coloured shirt open at the collar, the horse looked like he was dressed to go to class.&nbsp; His walk was jaunty as he stepped over the Clyde, who rose to greet him.  
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "No, I'm early Kimi, and I just got here, thanks.&nbsp; Only had time to get my coffee and sit down."&nbsp; Reaching out his hand, Clay shrugged and held out his arms for a hug instead.&nbsp; "Might as well get this over with," he teased, a pretend scowl twisting on his muzzle.&nbsp; "Just don't expect any kissin', bub, I'm not... ."  
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Laughing as he gave the Clyde a gentle hug, Kimi snorted.&nbsp; "Not what?&nbsp; Friendly and a decent stallion?&nbsp; And by the way, too late!"  
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Too late for what?" Clay blustered.  
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "This," Kimi neighed, pecking Clay lightly on the side of his muzzle.&nbsp; "Now, how's about you show that picnic spot you told me about, Mr. Tough Stallion?" &nbsp;  
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What?" Clay bellowed, followed by a booming laugh.&nbsp; "What the heck?&nbsp; Hay, I told ya, I don't need anybody talking about me in this little burg, wise guy."&nbsp; He shook his head, trying to remove the rosy shade he knew his cheeks were turning.&nbsp; He gave the horse a quick pat on the withers before releasing him with a soft neigh.  
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yeah, you said they're already talking, so now they have something to say.&nbsp; Problem?" Kimi teased, quoting one of those stupid yet catchy Internet memes. &nbsp;  
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Um, sure, 'Y U NO PAY ATTENTION,'" Clay chuckled, doing the best he could with what he knew about popular memes.&nbsp; "That's gonna cost you, and I expect payment in BEER!"

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Source: https://sofurry.com/s/7ejgZDrm