<div style="text-align: center">《Jeb &amp; Josh》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
Present: Bec <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/jeb_james-hetfield-jpg.133461/" title="Jeb_James Hetfield.jpg">
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</div>He chuckled at the use of his full name. That didn't happen often, and it reminded him that they had years of shared history behind them. He remembered watching her across the lake when the bonfire light would crackle in the night and make everything look like a Renaissance painting. She had always been part of Josh's crowd. The partiers. The youngbloods. He'd always felt distant from their lives, even when he stood around the same fire drinking beer from the same keg.<br/><br/>"Got lost in the mail, sounds legit," he paused as they prepared to go different directions at the crossroads. "Yeah, I think Josh and I might be able to hang around a bit if there's a home cooked meal at stake." He watched her walk away, then went to wake his brother.<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/josh-3-jpg.133462/" title="Josh 3.jpg">
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</div>Josh was snoring like a bear, one leg flung over the front of a couch, the other bent as if he were about to rise. He had an arm over his eyes to block the light and the other hand was dragging knuckles on the floor.<br/><br/>Jeb kicked the side of the couch. "Josh," he paused, then used his foot to rock Josh's torso back and forth. "Seriously, Josh. You didn't drink that much," he complained.<br/><br/>He was met by his brother's interrupted snoring. The younger Wilson snorted, then flailed an arm as if shoeing away a fly. "What? What happened," he grunted, sitting up and pulling his limbs closer to his body. It took him a moment to orient himself. "Argh, can't you let me sleep a little?" he complained, running a hand down his face and yawning.<br/><br/>"Well I could…but I thought you wanted to talk to Kennedy." He had to step back to avoid being pushed over when Josh leaped up. "And Bec invited us for dinner tonight. Home cooked," he added.<br/><br/>"You. She invited<i>you</i>," Josh teased, walking to the bathroom to empty his bladder.<br/><br/>"Shaddup." Jeb went to grab his bag. He wasn't sure what they would do with themselves all day in Dryen. "We gotta get him set up and situated before we git back to the crop, anyways. And make sure he don't trade those chickens for glitter."<br/><br/>"Oh, he won't do that." Josh emerged from the washroom wiping his hands dry on his pants. "We won't let him." He smacked a still-wet hand on his brother's arm as he walked past. "Come on, why you dragging?" He smirked a grin at his brother and led him outside, into the bright sunny day. "Now where did Carla put him?"