By now he'd assume that Meyer would learn to fill in some of the gaps for himself. There's a certain appeal to an impulsive nature that he maintains with ease and enthusiasm. Sure there's moments to conduct business, to be serious...but outside of that, there's a lot of time to fill and plenty of world to fuck with.

The horse...has never been an ideal situation. One by one the partners seemed to disappear or lose interest. He himself had forgotten about it until he had been forwarded a bill for feedings and stable cleanings. After a few less-than-kind words with the stable manager, he'd decided to move the bag of glue somewhere where it could at least have some space. Maybe he feels bad for it, or maybe he's feeling a little cheap. He himself can't really decide.

Without a hint of grace, he chucks the body into the corral outside and the horse begins to greedily nuzzle at the exposed hay and eat. It's considerably heavier than before, no longer fit for racing. Still, it seems to enjoy its life and doesn't seem to mind the noisy, industrial surroundings.

Al dusts some hay from his hands, then his suit.

"Guy goes around acting like he's in control all the time, he's gotta expect a few curveballs."