Lyric Blake (Apr 8, 2011 11:33:23 PM)
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Jordan Malave (Apr 8, 2011 11:48:00 PM)
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Lyric Blake (Apr 8, 2011 11:48:18 PM)
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Maggie-Mae Sage (Apr 8, 2011 11:49:39 PM)
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Maggie-Mae Sage (Apr 8, 2011 11:49:56 PM)
(Im gonna follow not start tonight)
Jordan Malave (Apr 8, 2011 11:50:43 PM)
*Jordan was laid out on the couch listening to music in a pair of boxerbreifs. Mellow and relaxed he had half a bottle of whiskey at his side and sung lowly along with the music*
Lyric Blake (Apr 8, 2011 11:52:12 PM)
-Lyric came in, clad in a plain cotton yellow halter maxi dress , her hair in a loose bun at the top of her head.- Hola!
Jordan Malave (Apr 8, 2011 11:53:21 PM)
*he would call out tolyric and get up from the floor* Hey in here... *making his way to the doorway he would take her up into a hug and kiss her on the lips hello* how ya been gorgeous?
Maggie-Mae Sage (Apr 8, 2011 11:53:46 PM)
*Say Maggie walked in about thirty minutes later, what all would happen, and don't rush your rp. Im drinking red bull wioth my vodka tonight)
Lyric Blake (Apr 8, 2011 11:53:56 PM)
- she smiled returning his kiss- been fine handsome.. wheres our girl ?
Jordan Malave (Apr 8, 2011 11:55:01 PM)
She went out to the store to pick up supplies... she'll be back in a bit. Hows things with you huh? *he would set her down and slide his hands under her dress. caressing the backs of her thighs slowly as they talked*
Lyric Blake (Apr 8, 2011 11:57:13 PM)
They are fine- she smiles and nuzzles his nose with hers- Did you get my note on the whiskey botle?
Jordan Malave (Apr 8, 2011 11:57:31 PM)
ahhh no... what note?
Maggie-Mae Sage (Apr 8, 2011 11:58:31 PM)
*and so there she came. She had a bag of groceries and (lord its going to be hard to play sober). Maggie worked the log, whistled that three note tune she always did when she came home, and shut the dooor with her hips before walking throught he living room towards the kitchen*
Lyric Blake (Apr 8, 2011 11:58:48 PM)
I left it ont he whiskey bottle so yall would get it ..