<div style="text-align: center">《Jeb and Josh》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
Present: Bec &amp; 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 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/josh-michal-van-wyngaarden-jpg.133685/" title="Josh-Michal Van Wyngaarden.JPG">
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</div>Josh looked at Jeb with his jaw hanging open. He smacked his brother's arm with the back of his hand. "There was coffee?" his voice was incredulous. "You dragged me here in a hurry and I missed<i>coffee?"</i><br/><br/>"There'll be coffee later," Jeb grumbled. "If you hadn't slept so long you could have had it fresh."<br/><br/>"Damn it," Josh smacked him again for good measure, then squinted at Kennedy. "Did you get coffee?" he asked, as if this was some kind of competition. He swept his gaze over the exile's form and then grinned at Bec. "Good morning. Kind of reminds me of the old days, huh? Except we can't go to Dunkin' for glazed donuts." He sighed. "I miss donuts after a night of drinking."<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.133686/" title="Jeb_James Hetfield.jpg">
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</div>Jeb pulled out a joint and handed it to his brother. "Here. Imagine it's sugar-coated."<br/><br/>"Sugar coated isn't the same as glazed." Though he looked disappointed he still twisted off the end and put it in his mouth, then dug around in his front pants pocket for a zippo. He glanced up at Kennedy, and around the joint in his lips he mumbled, "Want some?"