who: @thexcarrollxtimes ft; Dom Where: Reynolds ranch
By the time Dom made his way to the ranch, Grace had moved from her room to the front porch, sat on the swing and puffing on a joint she'd found in Aspen's things. It was a little dry and she'd coughed a lot at first, it had been ages after all, she'd settled into it. "Bout time." Reaching to hold it out to him she gave it a little wag. "Shocker huh? Haven't smoked since university."











