chez-ami-madam
"Oh come on Jane. Mud’s gettin’ into my drawers." Joanie laughed, grabbing onto her hand and pushing her way to stand up, helping pull Jane up with her. Once standing she attempted to wipe her skirts off but it was useless, they were drenched.
"I just wanna get out of this dress now. Maybe get some dinner in a bit. What do you think? Would you like to get dinner with me Jane?"
"Now, it'd be my most honorary pleasure ta' partake in this dinner wit ya, my darln'" Jane takes Joanies hand, kissing it lightly and bowing down all fancy-mocking and king-like. "-- regardless if such fuckin' refinery convulses me so...~"
"Be it as it may fuckin' be, I may just happen to shove that into my tough schedule of drinkin' and fuckin' binging while I fall off my horse for the 50-infiniath time..." She brushes most of the muck off Joanies dress, (like if that'd do jack) and offers to walk her to the home. "After you, m'lady.."