<div style="text-align: center">《 Miles &amp; Jeb》<br/>
Location: Miles' home<br/>
Present: 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/2748224380162045360-jpg.130633/" title="2748224380162045360.jpg">
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</div>Miles' smile widened warmly at Kennedy's mastery of his name. The older man nodded once, slowly, in acknowledgement. He would keep the lad's suggestion in mind, though he had other reasons for using the Westernized version of his name, some of those reasons had died off with half the population.<br/><br/>He sipped at his whiskey as Kennedy shared what he would about his predicament. At the news that Kennedy's friends had become less then that, most recently abandoning him in the chaos of their expulsion from Abendblume, Miles let out a low hum and leaned his head back on the chair's headrest as he thought about what it all might mean for the Network.<br/><br/>Miles opened his eyes and looked at Kennedy for a long moment. "Are you concerned that your friends, who might no longer be your friends, are in danger with the Morris brothers?" One shaggy eyebrow arched. "Clive and Owen are not what I would call 'safe' people," he explained. "Safe people die. They get taken advantaged of, deceived, betrayed…" his gaze fixed on Kennedy. "I think you are what I'd call a 'safe' person. You wouldn't slit someone's throat simply because it was more convenient to have them out of the way. You'd negotiate. Try to make friends with them, reason with them…"<br/><br/>He smiled. "Am I correct?" Another sip of whiskey passed between his lips, and his smile lost it's critical edge and grew more welcoming.<br/><br/>"Your friends will be fine, Kennedy. Clive and Owen are fair people. They're not the kind to stab one in the back or take advantage. In fact, they gave your group a turkey and fruit, a ride, and perhaps shelter at the mill. They're part of the Network…and you don't go spreading bad karma if you want to remain part of it."<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.130634/" title="Jeb_James Hetfield.jpg">
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</div>Jeb wandered into the kitchen, wearing short and a tank top. He was damp, clean, and headed directly for the alcohol. As the taller of the brothers reached further back into the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels, he eyed Miles and Kennedy. "What are you going to do with him?" he asked Miles.<br/><br/>"I haven't decided." His gaze never left Kennedy as he answered. "Where's Josh?"<br/><br/>"Bubbles," Jeb said, as if it answered everything. "He said to start without him."<br/><br/>"He did<i>not </i>say that," Miles looked out of the corner of his eyes at Jeb, who was making his way toward the table. The corners of Miles' lips twitched in amusement.<br/><br/>"He did not," Jeb confirmed. "But we're all hungry and Josh will stay in the water until the bubbles have all popped, so…" he pulled out a chair at the table. "Let's eat."