《 Bec 》<br/>Location: Dryden<br/>Present: Jeb<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>"Yeah, she was pretty upset." Bec commented on the situation. "And Miles is tough, but it's hard, even when you know it's coming. Least she went natural." Her comment mirrored Jeb's thoughts.<br/><br/>She took the offered joint with one hand as she nudged the notebook over. "Ffff...." she scrunched up her face sticking her tongue out a little. "Gotta write the shit down just to make any sense of it." She took a drag, holding the smoke in as she passed the joint back. Caffeine and THC were a nice combo that provided a little energy with some chill. "Fuck Hale and his bullshit. The asshole shoulda just come back. Least he shoulda done is know Carla wouldn't stick around after that. I mean he had it made, even if his high and mighty ass couldn't stoop down to my white trash level to make a decent deal, she woulda got them folks started with a crop. But no, he had to be an asshole. When Kenny told me all about the announcement he made, I about shit myself with disbelief. Didn't think anyone was that stubborn."<br/><br/>She shook her head. Maybe the old man was just losing it. Dementia, Alzheimer's. Something that would make it all a little more understandable. Then she flicked her gaze back to Jeb, pouring them both a top-off while she changed the subject. "Y'all takin' him out hunting?" she chuckled a little. "Hunter's tribe?" her left brow lifted high with amusement with the thought of it coupled with Jeb's dry reply. "Josh can be one weird bird sometimes," she smiled. Her old high school peer had never really been run-of-the-mill. "Bah, the worst that could happen is Kenny talks the whole damn time. That dude can<i>talk."</i><br/><br/>"If y'all do go hunting, mind stopping back? He mentioned wanting to talk to that Sou girl Carla brought back yesterday, and who knows, maybe it'll give us some more light on it." She didn't want to cramp their woodsman style or inconvenience them, but if their new friend could help out, it would be great.