[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

[onsilksheets]

Sorry.

[She means that too. Finding out that someone else had a rubbish father only made her more sympathetic towards him. Abby sits on the swing that she was sitting on before.]

A band? [An eyebrow lifts as she begins to swing, following his lead. Maybe he had a good technique on the swings.] Must be fun. Being a part of a group and everything.

[Yep, she has no friends. She doesn't even have a pet.]

Smoking is bad for you. [Then the rest of his words catch up with her.] Marijuana? [It comes out as a loud whisper.] You could go to jail for that.

[cowhouse]

It is, it's pretty great. We're just getting started, but... Yeah. Rockin' it. [He has to laugh at her reaction, but it's not unkind.]

They're not gonna throw you in jail for smoking weed. Selling it maybe, but not smoking it. Everybody does it.

[Everybody he knows, his friends, people at school... Even the preppy kids, he's seen a few of them pull a gram out of their bobby socks more than once.

Hell, he's given it to them.]

[onsilksheets]

Not everybody. [Still with the loud whisper.] I don't. I wouldn't ever. It probably tastes horrible.

[She wrinkles her nose as she thinks about it, pushing herself higher into the air.]

You probably have a girlfriend too. One who likes boys who graffiti and smoke.

[cowhouse]

[Jesse snorts.]

It doesn't really taste like anything, I mean the smell is-- the smell, but... You're not eating it. ...Unless you are eating it, but I don't do it that way.

[Do you know how much weed you need to make those stupid brownies? A LOT. Way too much to waste.

Her next comment... He doesn't know what to make of it, and so he's just gonna go with the default:]

And maybe. Maybe not-- Why? [He grins.] Jealous?

[Teasing, obviously.

He doesn't do girlfriends, come on. Way too much commitment.

Oh, teenage boys...]

[onsilksheets]

I won't even go near the stuff so there's no chance of me eating it. Or smoking it.

[Because gross. She's making a mental note for the future to never bring it up again.

And no, she doesn't know how much weed it takes to make brownies.]

No, I'm not jealous. Only curious. [A bit of a face here.] You just seem to be the confident type. [And you're kind of cute.] Girls like that, don't they?

[cowhouse]

[About that mental note...]

Yeah. [He's not actually all that confident... But he's damn good at faking it, which is what he's doing now, grin and all.] I mean, most do. [He's getting the very distinct impression that this girl might not be one of them, though, and so he lets some (some!) of his smartassery fade away as he blows out a sigh, swinging his legs one more time.] Anyway, yeah. You don't have to do it, obviously. Don't wanna get hooked, right?

[Because THAT can happen...

Stifling a yawn, Jesse leans his head against the knuckles of the hand wrapped around the chain of the swing as he lets it slow to a stop. He's been out here for a while, now- he's sorta beat.] Ohhhh man...

[onsilksheets]

[QUIET YOU.]

Right. I don't want that at all. [She watches him quietly for a few moments while she swings, her thoughts drifting to ones of sadness again. This has been fun and it looked like he was wanting to leave.

She could tell by the yawn that threatened to come out and how he stopped swinging. His words were a big clue as well.]

You can go inside and rest if you like. I don't mind. [Except she did a little.] Go.

[cowhouse]

[NEVER!!

Jesse doesn't have any clue that the possibility of him heading back up to the Mansion is what's making her look a bit sad again (because you never know, with girls, they're weird like that), but it doesn't stop him from extending an offer:]

I think I'm gonna. Go get something to eat, you know? Since we got like an endless supply, and all... You hungry?

[onsilksheets]

A little. [Now that she thinks about it, she hasn't really eaten anything at all today.] I should probably eat before I get too hungry. So I'll go with you, since I'm not sure where the kitchen is.

[She can feel her spirits lifting a little as she hops off the swing, preparing herself to follow him whenever he was ready to go.]

Can I ask for any kind of food?

[cowhouse]

Awesome. [He does love company, especially the female kind.

At her question, he grins... And will proceed to regale her with tales of all of the crazy shit he's pulled out of the closet the entire walk back to the Mansion. Lucky you, Abby...]