<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Flapjack's post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><em>Charlie</em>, Tango, Bravo.</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/smallville/images/3/35/905Smallville0240.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20091024192658)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Hayden Sky<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Administrator<br/><strong>Job:</strong> Dean of Jamison Clarke<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Upset<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 10|04|16 7:18 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Apt 8<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kris AKA Charlie - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>Hayden finished as much food as possible and started humming along to the "green acres" theme song. Grabbing his drink the man hadn't realized just how much alcohol he had consumed. Kris was good like that in getting him to drink without him realizing it, especially when he was going through something and right now he had been seriously going through something. <br/><br/>The man raised his brow giving her a sideways glance and a snicker, <strong>"I inviting you, Charlie. Like I'm really going to just allow you to go on your own. My mother will filet me."</strong><br/><br/>Yet she still hadn't answered his question properly. Was she going to go with him or not? He wondered in that brief moment if she was far too over Kansas and had a different life now that she would find a way out of it. Chewing on his bottom lip he finished off his drink and set it down, crossing his arms and tapping his foot on the carpet when she finally replied he gave her a side grin. <strong>"Awesome. Next weekend? I'll even let you have my own room. Mom would insist I either stay in the barn or on the couch."</strong><br/><br/>There was something that hadn't occurred to him as of yet, though he had been secretly having sex with his secretary and wasn't in a relationship he wondered now if Kris was so he pressed. <br/><br/><strong>"You sure your boyfriend won't mind?"</strong><br/><br/>Her mentioned of the school paper made him snicker and shake his head. <strong>"I actually have it in my house tapped up to my desk in the barn. "</strong><br/></span></span><br/></div></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/6b/67/85/6b6785c1e261f131337715404a2c3885.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kristine Anderson<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>School Nurse<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Nostalgic<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong>Just like the image, jeans, dark gray cotton tank top and sneakers.  Hair up in a messy bun<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Hayden Sky<strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>#8; Kris' apartment<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>October 4, 2016 7:18 PM<br/><hr/><br/>She leaned forward and capped booze.  Hayden seemed more relaxed and less focused on the earlier text.  She also knew he didn't hold his liquor like she did and if had too much she wouldn't be able to get him back to his apartment.  Her couch didn't seem all that comfy so yep, tipsy good.  Drunk bad.<strong>"I've known you too long Flapjack.  You cancel a lot of plans."</strong>Though less with her than others maybe, if she really examined their history.<strong>"And your mom filleting you is what makes it a credible threat."</strong>She grinned broadly, that cheesy grin one sibling might give another when they know they've won.<br/><br/>She hadn't meant to make him stew.  It took her several moments of thought to come to the conclusion to go.  Her relationship with her own mother had never been the same after she stayed behind in Kansas and sometimes that old guilt crept back in, thinking on all the happy memories she had without her family.  And things like prom with Momma Sky helping her get ready and not her own mother.  In the end though, how could she not go back?  Next weekend? Wow that was quick.  But what plans did she have? She<em>just</em>moved to town.  Literally arriving a few hours ago.<strong>"Uh, yeah.  I mean why not do it before things get busy here right?"</strong>Where were her boots packed?  She'd need those out on the farm.<strong>"Just like old times.  But I don't think your old shirts will fit me the same."</strong>Kris chuckled.  She'd gotten a couple inches taller in college and put on a little weight since high school.  Nothing too drastic, just filling out her frame a little better.<br/><br/>The brunette was about to take a sip of her drink when he asked about a boyfriend.  She coughed and set the glass down.  She hadn't had a boyfriend in ages.  In fact her last relationship was with a woman, though Hayden didn't know that.<strong>"There's no significant other in my life."</strong>She said softly and looked over at him.<strong>"Between work and research...well let's just say I've been pretty career focused lately."</strong>She cocked her head to the side looking at him curiously.  Why did he want to know?  She was glad he took the conversational redirect however.<br/><br/><strong>"No way!"</strong>she laughed.<strong>"Why would you keep it?"</strong>The regularly scheduled publication date for that week their senior year was April first.  So she'd made two papers with the help of the other kids on the school paper staff.  It was no easy task getting the real edition approved and both editions to the printers without anyone else knowing.  All the joke papers had been passed out to lockers early with real editions placed for pickup later.  She'd<em>almost</em>gotten suspended for the prank, but when you photoshop your principal in drag that sort of thing is to be expected.<strong>"And more importantly how much of a nerd are you?"</strong>She teased and bumped his shoulder with her own.<br/><br/>