《Jeb and Josh》<br/>Location: Dryden<br/>Present: Bec and Kennedy<a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/jeb_james-hetfield-jpg.133810/" title="Jeb_James Hetfield.jpg">
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</div>Jeb arched a brow at Bec, then shook his head and smiled as if he couldn't believe what she said. "He's not ready to go out today," he clarified. "No reason we can't make a plan for when he is. Still gotta figure out if he knows which end to point at the critter."<br/><br/>He glanced back, matching Bec to look at the two walking behind them.<i>Damn.</i>"Looks like he found a new BFF. No matter." Then he tilted his chin at Bec and asked, "You hunt?"<br/><br/>Many girls in these parts did but many did not, thinking it made them Bambi's killer or something. Then again, there was a time when there was plenty to be had at the local store, and hunting was something either celebrities or rednecks did. What did you call a Seattle redneck, a grunge neck?<br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify"><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/josh-michal-van-wyngaarden-jpg.133811/" title="Josh-Michal Van Wyngaarden.JPG">
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</div>At first Josh thought that he might have hit a nerve, but when Kennedy called him Joshi he grinned. He didn't know why "Kenny" came out and not "Kennedy," it just slipped out like it was natural. Maybe it was all the music stars he had listened to in his youth: Kenny Chesney, Kenny Rogers, Kenny Wayne Shepherd, Big Kenny Alphin, Kenny Loggins, and way back in the way back, Kenny G. He only knew of one "Kennedy" and that was a president shot in the head; not a fate he wanted for the Kennedy walking next to him.​</div><br/>"Oh, that's right." It wasn't certain if he said it was right that Kennedy could cook or that he was gay. The baking thing was new information. Glancing at Jeb's back, Josh wondered if his brother was this guy's type. Everyone liked Jeb. He was quiet and stayed in the background until you got to know him, but he seemed to have a way of attracting people.<br/><br/>Josh turned back to Kennedy. "We'll probably check on our crops. They're a few weeks old, so babies still; check the traps, check the fence lines, that kind of thing. Maybe check on Old Man Miles once or twice." He shrugged. "Deliveries as needed, and see if we run across any others from the Blume." Josh shrugged and took another draw from his joint. "Just normal, boring stuff. Why? You wanna come with?"