Ain't Nothing But A Pretty Face

1960 - 1985 Winnie something Jones. Twenty five. Lover of all things leather. "I skipped punk and went straight to couture."

[thewinniejones]

The sun is just - fuck. Well, back into the shit shack I go. 

[roxy-silva]

Are you alright?

[thewinniejones]

Oh yeah, everything's just peachy fuckin' keen, Sunshine. 

[thewinniejones]

Please, I just - fuck off. 

[thewinniejones]

"I love you, Winnie. Y'know that?" 

Winnie groaned in response to his rather chafed comment. She thought it was odd - affection was not meant to be shown so candidly. If anything, 'I love you's' were meant to be voiced in a torpid tone - a moment where either sides were too muddled to fathom the statement. 

"Gross." 

Though, in that moment, he realized that "gross" was the closest thing to "I love you" as Winnie Jones could get.  

[thewinniejones]

Married Men and Red Heads → Andy + Winnie

[andy-lane]

He heard her shift and from his peripheral vision, spotted Winnie getting up. After a moment, Andrew lifted his head and almost immediately regretted it. Sucking in a breath, he kept his eyes fixed on hers as she tossed her bra onto the ground. ”What are you doing?” The ripples circled and spread further and further away from the source as Winnie stepped into the water. He watched her from where he was with more interest than he would admit. Thankfully, she had her bare back to him.

Her demand wasn’t arguable. Andrew found himself reluctantly getting to his feet to obey her command.  Reaching for his belt, he started towards the lake to join her. After shedding off the remainder of his clothes, he waded into the lukewarm water for the second time since being in Nowhere. Compared to being in full body contact with the sun, being submerged in the lake was refreshing. “Is this better?” His question was meant to come out sardonic, but there was a faint trace of genuine concern. 

[thewinniejones]

She hadn't expected him to listen - hell, never mind strip down. She nodded in confirmation, a gentle smirk mapping along the edges of her lips. Her hues flickered across every aspect of his - whether she wanted to believe it or not, there was something about Andrew that drew her in. "Fuck, why don't you take your shirt off more often?" Winnie mused, her gaunt arms gradually platting around his neck. The red head hadn't had any true intentions with the man - it was a bunch of nothingness. Her lips softly abraded the bare flesh along his chest, a tenuous sigh rippling within. "Hell, I'm expecting you to stop me."  

[peaceandharmonyjames-deactivate]

My gods. Sounds terrible. 

Do you have any leads?

[thewinniejones]

It's fuckin' horrendous! 

Well, the majority of Nowhere and I don't get along too well. With that being said, I've got about, like..... a shit ton of suspects. 

[roxy-silva]

Andrew’s Winnie! I thought he made you up.

[thewinniejones]

Oh no, no, no, sweetheart. God, no. That, like, doesn't sound.... right. 

[andy-lane]

What are the chances of this working?

[andy-lane]

Did Winnie Mae Jones just admit she likes my company? That deserves to go into the history books.

[He stared her down for a few long seconds before handing her the gun by the barrel.]

[thewinniejones]

Oh, fuck off. 

[Retrieving the gun from his hand, Winnie peered down.] You're an idiot, you know that? 

[andy-lane]

What are the chances of this working?

[andy-lane]

You barely know me. 

I’m sorry, Winnie, but no.

[thewinniejones]

Listen you shit. I know you enough to want to be around you. [Gritting her teeth, Winnie swallowed hard.]

Don't make me ask again, Lane.

[andy-lane]

What are the chances of this working?

[andy-lane]

Really. Now move unless you want to be covered in blood.

[thewinniejones]

Oh fuckin' quit it! Fuck, Andrew Lane doesn't pull this type of shit. Winnie Jones does.

I'll even ask fuckin' nicely - pretty please hand it over.

[andy-lane]

What are the chances of this working?

It’s worth a shot. 

[thewinniejones]

Andrew..... really?

[andy-lane]

At least it’s color, right? It’s much prettier than being in a bleak old room with slightly off white walls.

[thewinniejones]

You smug little shit! 

Mon dieu, I'm going to shove my heel so far up your -

[roxy-silva]

So you’re Andrew’s Winnie?

[thewinniejones]

Andrew's what? 

[hayesrigney]

So someone broke in and decided to turn all your shit your least favourite colour? Who’d you piss off?

[thewinniejones]

Yeah, this is real fuckin' amusing, honey bee. Fuck, I bet it's Willie. I just - whatever. 

[eljohnston]

You should find who did it and turn their house fucking pink. 

[thewinniejones]

Or I could always lodge my foot up their ass.

[thewinniejones]

Headcanon #2: 

Winnie is trilingual. She speaks French, Greek, and Romanian. 

[hayesrigney]

I thought all girls love pink?

[thewinniejones]

Mon dieu, no! No, no, no. No - just fuckin' no.