#prohevespookydevium

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prohevespookydevium replied to your post:prohevespookydevium: Dear Dean, the wife is back...

you got his attention pretty quick there

I don't want to know if its a good attention, or a bad attention..

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Whiskey and Gin//closed

prohevespookydevium

   Just her luck.

   She was stranded somewhere, some roadhouse in some God-forsaken corner of the United States. There was a motel attached, a gas station nearby, but very little else to fill her in on where she was. She had the year -- 2014, a little later than she was used to -- and from the trees outside and the weather, she would guess it was September, ish.

   Cigarette smoke rose in elegant, smooth curls, like pale ribbons through the air. She leaned her elbow on the bar, the black cigarette held between her long, piano player’s fingers. It was expensive tobacco – Sobranie Black Russians, wrapped in black paper with gold foil filter, rather high class for such a place.

   Charlie crossed one long, muscular leg over the other. The bar stool was too tall for her, leaving her nearly a foot off the ground. The toes of her heavy boots only just touched the footrest. On the bar, she had a line of empty glasses, and one that still had a little bit of gin and tonic in it.

   Her wild hair was especially long. She’d not had the chance to cut it. It touched her shoulders now, hanging about her in an enormous, coily mane. In the lowlight of the bar, the blonde tendrils caught the light. It looked like a halo, although if anyone ever said that to her, she would laugh in her face.

   She felt trapped there.

   She had to get out of that place, catch a ride to somewhere else. If she had to stay in America, she had to leave the veritable Hicksville she was stuck in – and she was never above anything to get what she wanted.

   Her eyes scanned the bar, looking for something, anything, that could lead to a way out of this dump. She spotted a man, on the other end of the bar. She cocked her head, before smiling to herself, tipping back the rest of her drink, and sliding off the stool. Collecting her bag off the ground and swinging it over her shoulder, she approached him, sitting in the chair next to him.

         “—tough day, sweetheart?” she asked. “Let me buy you a drink.”

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"I am not interested in joining your little helping hands club... Now shoo!" Fen growled, tone dripping with disdain and obvious sarcasm.  

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Pie kind of day || Jo and Dean

prohevespookydevium Continued from (x)

She flashed a smile his way and nodded her head, then she tapped her cheek with her finger, asking  for a kiss in return for her gesture.

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prohevespookydevium replied to your post “prohevespookydevium replied to your post:prohevespookydevium replied...”

okay we can do that. let's rp with gwen or the wife. i can make dean do either. even though i've not been forcing dean to do much lately. he'll rp with you.

<_< tell deanie that the wife, gwen and I love him so muchies for doing it. Besides, he'll be lying if he tells you he doesn't miss the wife.

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prohevespookydevium replied to your post:prohevespookydevium replied to your post:Someone...

yes awesome cool. lotsaloves. good.

rp with me ya' manatee. >_> rp with gwen, or with the wife.

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prohevespookydevium replied to your post:Someone rp with me before I die

don’t die. love you.

i love you toots bby~