[021] & [005] | OTA

[unsleeved]

Who: Daryl & Everyone, Jesse & Everyone
Where: Here there and everywhere
When: 3/20 - 3/27
Rating: R for language and drug use and whatnot
Summary: Event catchall thingy for both Daryl & Jesse
The Story:

Ha, fooled you, there is totally something under this cut. And that something is a PLEASE SEE COMMENTS notice. Subheadings for different places/times/people (if needed)/etc.

ALSO if anyone has the burning desire to do anything in any of the other areas (with either Daryl or Jesse), hit me up via PM or PP and we can work it out. C:

...OKAY GO!!

Comments

STARBUCKS YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH

[cowhouse]

[...Yeah. Yeah, Jesse is totally board with that. To say he was relived to wake up with his junk firmly where his junk belongs and not a tit in sight (!!) would be the understatement of the century. There are some things that are sacred, things like coin flips, picking dare in truth or dare, and moving a guy's junk when he's not looking. You just don't do that.

And so he can deal with the odd zit, like, yes please may I have another, so long as there's an understanding that boobs- while undeniably awesome- do not belong attached to his person. Deal, Wonderland??

IN ANY CASE. Jesse is so very deeply enthralled by his vandalism that he actually jumps when the guy speaks up, nearly dropping his cigarette onto his oh-so-cliche sneakers.

...And he'd totally make a thing out of it, because not cool, yo, spray paint has no eraser, but... It is pretty sweet, random dude, thanks for noticing!

He turns, lips quirked up into a smirk, to express his gratitude:]

Hell yeah it is. Cliches are cliches for a reason, yo-- [What does that even mean? We'll never know.

Jesse flicks ash from the end of his smoke.] Kinda ran out of room out there- [a vague hand-flap in the direction of the playground] -and this wall was like begging for it. I mean come on, look at it. All that-- that emptiness. Lame.

8D

[hypercompetent]

Word. [ was that sarcastic or not, that's the question. okay, it was a little sarcastic. stiles is vaguely reminded of the stoners that hang out around BHHS, if only that they were a little more mellow. this dude's kind of manic, and he has a feeling his dad would probably drag him around by the ear and lecture him if not arrest him on the spot if he saw it.

he looks back over his shoulder at the playground, now graffiti'd to all hell, then back at the wall. aside from the random scribble where stiles startled him (he is a little sorry) it is kind of a masterpiece. ] Is this a new thing, or do you do it all the time?

[ because this is the first time he's seen graffiti on the mansion--must be event shenanigans. ]

[cowhouse]

I used to do it all the time.

[And then he frowns.]

I haven't for a while, though... [Funny, he can't remember why he'd stopped doing this sort of thing...

Oh well. He's not gonna get all philosophical about it now- he's enjoying himself too much to worry about much else. Ahh, the joys of "youth"...

He takes another drag of his cigarette as he takes a step back to assess his work, eventually turning to Stiles with brows raised.]

You do any tagging, dude?