<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 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.134408/" title="Josh-Michal Van Wyngaarden.JPG">
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</div>JFK…now why did that sound familiar? Josh rolled the acronym around in his head.<i>Just for karate? No, that didn't make sense. Jews Feeling Kinky? Nah, not that either. </i>He figured he would have to ask Jeb what that stood for. He knew what AFK and NSFW was, but he didn't know any acronyms that Catholics used that went 'JFK.'<br/><br/>Kennedy's question about their crops made Josh's eyebrows peak. "Seriously?" he asked through his exhale, his voice slightly strained through the smoke. Canting the joint towards Kennedy, he glanced down at it as if addressing the thin cylinder in his hand. "Pot, mostly. We grow pot. I have a little Victory Garden too, but that's for our needs and not for sale." He shrugged lightly. "We got chickens and rabbits too for eggs and meat. Sometimes we trade them, but mostly we sell stuff for Miles and do deliveries. Pick up things, act as middle-men…" he shrugged, saw Kennedy didn't look like he wanted any of the smoke, and took a final hit before snuffing the tip out and scattering it on the ground.<br/><br/>"It's not a lot different from before this all went down, except there's less chance of being caught by the sheriff." He walked along with Kennedy as Bec was leading them back towards Mrs. Minsch's house. "So this Sue person – you know her?" He slid his eyes to watch Kennedy. "I mean, you're both from that place. Seems like you'd know everyone there."<br/><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.134409/" title="Jeb_James Hetfield .jpg">
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</div>"Huh, is that so?" Jeb was learning a lot about Bec during their little stroll. "I never thought of you as the 'sitting on your ass' kind," he said. "Our kind of hunting is a lot of walking, a little stalking, and if we're lucky, a shaft and some blood at the end. The tricky part's getting to them before the rotters do, and then there's getting them back without drawing a crowd, if you know what I mean."<br/><br/>They walked a few more steps before he spoke again. "So…you want to go hunt with me? Josh's busy with his new 'shiny,'" he said. "I could use someone who's not afraid of getting dirty." He slid he gaze to her, grinning as he contemplated what it might be like to hang out in a duck blind with someone who could sit still for more than a handful of minutes. "You're not afraid of gettin' a little dirty, are you?"