[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

[johnnyblake]

Hey. [ Srs face is srs. ] I'm careful.

[ And also standing there expectantly, arms crossed as if he's waiting for Jesse to see his perspective. Canvas is easier to keep, anyway, and if you do that shit inside, sometimes you get a little high on the fumes. You know, for future reference. ]

We should stop by the kitchen and get some snacks, too.

[ "We." Yep, totally taggin' along while he's naggin' along. ]

[cowhouse]

[Please say that to Jesse out loud- the high thing- if you wanna see a neat trick. It's called "watch how fast this kid can run inside and find an empty room"...]

...You gonna make me some pizza rolls, dad?

[...He says as he gets up anyway. Where logic and patience fail, food occasionally prevails.]

[johnnyblake]

Pizza rolls. Pizza, maybe, but fuck pizza rolls. You think that shit's food? It takes like... thirteen minutes to make a real fucking pizza, Christ.

[ He'd made more than his fair share of pizzas and pasta and any other kind of kid-friendly food during his time at the boys' home. ]

Don't you give a shit about what goes into your body?

[ HAHAHAHA! Seriously, though, drugs probably aren't even considered in that statement. It's all about the food. ]

[cowhouse]

[Jesse drops his gaze rather pointedly to the pack of cigarettes sitting on the ground next to him.]

...Uh, not really, no. Why do you care anyways?

[He totally called the dad thing. Totally called it.]

And yo. Who doesn't like pizza rolls? I mean seriously-- they're like... Like a gift from god, or something. Pizza rolls are the bomb.

[Next you're gonna tell him you don't like cocktail hot dogs or jalapeno poppers... FOR SHAME.]

[johnnyblake]

[ OMG, just lay off the dad thing, okay? He hasn't gotten anyone pregnant and he's not about to adopt any punk asses at nineteen. Seriously, though, he's totally a dad. An old dad with his interests primarily focused on taking care of others (even if he pretends otherwise). ]

They're not even food. You can get fried ravioli that's gonna do better'n that. Don't you get bored with that crap? McDonald's and Taco Bell and shit, fff. Rather have a sandwich. Or some waffles.

[ Mmmmm, waffles. ]

[cowhouse]

[I DON'T KNOW BRO arguing about healthy food is tantamount to a birds and the bees speech as far as Jesse's concerned. And he's totally the authority, here. Clearly.

He knows all about great parenting.........]

Who eats Taco Bell? That's not food. And it sure as hell isn't Mexican food. [No, really, he's offended.] Authenticity or bust, yo. ...Or waffles, yeah. Waffles are the shit too.

[johnnyblake]

Yeah. Hell yeah. Waffles are the best.

[ And there's no convincing him otherwise, clearly, because this has been a lifetime obsession. Can't blame a guy for what he likes, right? ]

So, what? Pizza? Or not. 'Cause you can have whatever the Hell you want, but I'm gonna make a goddamn pizza.

[cowhouse]

[N O P E.]

...If you're making a pizza I'm not gonna like say no. [Who can resist pizza when it's there? Not fucking Jesse, that's for sure.

Standing, finally, he stretches, dropping the can haphazardly onto the wood chips as he goes. He'll come back for it later.

...Maybe.] Let's get outta here. Friggin' starving now, thanks for that.

[Blake, the joint he'd smoked half an hour ago... You know. Same thing.

He moves to start toward the mansion, now thoroughly distracted from his vandalism, and reaches into his pocket to look for his cigarettes and lighter.]