<div style="text-align: center">《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>​</div><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.133786/" title="Josh-Michal Van Wyngaarden.JPG">
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</div>Josh paused to look at Kennedy, then shrugged as he lit the fire. "Suits yourself," he said around the joint. He inhaled enough to light the tip, then let it burn a moment before taking a long pull and removing the joint with a pinch of his thumb and forefinger. Slowly he let the smoke take hold, then released it between slightly parted lips. "Better," he whispered.​</div><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.133787/" title="Jeb_James Hetfield .jpg">
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</div>"I need to find myself a baker," Jeb announced. "You got me hungry for donuts now."<br/><br/>"Find her, and marry her," Josh teased. He shoved a hand against Kennedy's arm as they walked in a<i>"you got me?"</i>kind of gesture. "Right? Then we'll all have donuts." He grinned back at his brother as they walked.<br/><br/>"Hey! We're not here for a morning stroll." Jeb jogged to catch up and walk alongside Bec. "We just need to decide when we're taking Junior here out hunting." He was about to say that then they could go, but he caught a glance of Bec's profile and recalled that she had invited them to dinner. "Hey…could you use some fresh meat for dinner?" he asked.<br/><br/>Josh rolled his eyes none too subtly. "Yeah, when do you want to go hunt, Kenny? Say we give you a week to get settled in, then go out and have some<i>real</i>fun?"