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 [Open - Party - Starts on Page 6] Warm house, cold beer

[Open - Party - Starts on Page 6] Warm house, cold beer

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Logan's house | Snow is on the ground, but not currently snowing | One PM


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Update, as of page 6 this thread is a party open to any that want to participate. And since it's a group thread there is no pressure on posting order, just follow the usual rules, if your character is interacting with someone, wait for that someone to respond before posting your character again, and don't post back to back with the same character. There is no need to read pages 1-5 if you don't wish to since that was pre-party business. Remember, this thread is backdated, and taking place in mid January. Have fun!



Damn, I needed some winter boots that weren't heels.  Something for getting shit done in.  These canvas converses might as well be ice skates with the nearly flat bottoms - that and the fact that snow was getting into the low tops and through my socks was just annoying as hell.  How in the hell had I been living in Washington without some decent boots?  I mean I guess I didn't really have a lot of outside work to do usually.  I didn't see Logan or Vincent or anyone yet, but I was still trying to open the back hatch of the car which was stuck thanks to the cold.  Finally, I heard the strange hydraulic noise as it lifted up and the few boxes I could fit in the 'Mere were packed as well as could be in the trunk.  

Speaking of the 'Mere, I was damned glad Logan wasn't with me on this trip or else I would never hear the end of how two complete 360's in the middle of Index Avenue - yes on a straight fucking road.  Yes, yes, it seemed not only did I live in Washington without owning a pair of snow boots, but I also had decided that it wouldn't be that big of a deal to buy a car that was a rear wheel drive.  But I just couldn't bring myself to get rid of her.  I had absolutely no problems out of her for being as old as she was, just routine maintenance.  I picked up the first of the plastic containers with clothing, and carefully tried to watch around it, not remembering if Logan had a dog or anything because... I could just see that asshole having a yard full of dog shit, and of course now it would be perfectly hidden by the crisp snow.  If I stepped in it, he was buying me some new chucks.  I finally made it to the door, ignoring the icy sidewalk and stepping in the ground cover where I actually had more traction.  I sat the box down and began to bang on the door.

Hey, asshat, help me get this shit in.  There's cold beer in it for you!

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Re: [Open - Party - Starts on Page 6] Warm house, cold beer

Logan Milo Byrne | Human; Citizen

Posted on Thu Jan 08, 2015 9:44 pm

I stared at the cigarette butt sitting on the coffee table as if I was having a staring contest with it, fully intent on winning. Yeah I was pissed about it. Number one rule, if you need to smoke, don't do it in mi casa. If you simply must smoke, don't even do it right outside the door of mi casa. No his place for smoking was in the back yard, at the far corner. More specifically, the tree that was covered in bird shit. Why? Because the time it would take him to walk back after that smoke would give his clothes time to air out. Because he was a piece of shit and he deserved to walk through the mud patch that separated the house from the smoking tree. Hell he deserved to walk over the river and through the woods all the way to grandmas house if he wanted to smoke. Not around me, not around Penny, and not around me. Wait, I said that already.

I slipped on a nitrile glove and pinched the cigarette butt between my fingers and carefully walked back to his room and placed it on his pillow. His fucking room smelled like wet dog. Even that smelled better to me than the nasty thing I was just holding in my fingers. When I left his room I slipped off the glove and went straight for the saran wrap, packing tape, baby oil, and video camera. It was on. First I setup the camera. It wasn't hard, the amount of clothes piled on his tv made it easy to hide. I set it to record and began carefully taping up the saran wrap over the opening of his door. Not a single wrinkle, it was nearly invisible, or at least it would be to him. When I was done I went for the final touch and covered the floor in front of his bedroom door in baby oil. I was determined for his face to hit that saran wrap, even if he saw it coming ahead of time.

I gave the camera a thumbs up and cheesy grin when I heard a knock at the door. Great timing whoever it was. I headed towards the door and didn't even look through the window to see who it was before opening it. I didn't need to, I knew that voice. You here for the gang bang? I joked as I opened the door. Maybe it was habit but by the time the words left my mouth I had already given her a good look from head to toes. You're mental wearing shoes like that in this weather. Haven't you ever seen Mr. Deeds? Yer gonna end up with black foot. I stepped aside to let her through and waited to close the door. Anything else to bring in? That cold beer maybe?

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If I ever invited any friends over to my new pad, I would have to remember to warn them about Logan first. I never found him offensive, he was always good for a laugh, and shit I even felt a little sorry for him. Being into girls didn't mean I wasn't blind, he was an attractive dude, but I just wasn't into dick, simply put.

If Natalie Dormer is here with a strap on then sign me up, I answered without hesitation. I know, though, I need some Docs. I spend too much time in the city. I sat the container down to the side and looked out to the Camaro. Yes, Logan, I drove all the way from Seattle with one fucking box of shit. Now come on, I have like... two more. Then beer. I headed out, crunching again on the snow, speeding up my gait when my entire shoes finally became saturated. I pointed him to the bigger box. Let him lift that one with that "third limb" I was sure he still boasted about. I grabbed the other and sat it down behind the car, reaching to close the hatch.

Any canine land mines I need to be watching out for? I asked, hunching down to lift the plastic container.

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Logan Milo Byrne | Human; Citizen

Posted on Thu Jan 08, 2015 10:42 pm

Fuuuuuck... That's a visual that's gonna take more than beer to get rid of. Why couldn't she have stopped with Natalie Dormer? The last thing I want to picture is a fine ass chick only to pan the camera down and find she has a rubber dick strapped over her twat. Meh, I was more into Lena Headey anyway.

Well get the fuck in loser we're going shopping. - On the internet because no way we're driving on this shit all the way to Seattle, fuck that bro. I wouldn't have gone anyway, unless she was seeing someone, then I'd go just to play pimp at south center mall and be the envy of every sad sack that was dragged out by their ear to go wander through victoria's secret with their eight hundred pound wife.

You act like it's uncommon. Fuck I could fit my necessities in a shoe box. Sometimes I forget you're a chick. I joked and followed her out the door. I wrapped my arms around a box and waited for her to close the hatch. What the fuck you got in here? Dead body? I strained, mentally of course. Let a woman think you're weaker than they are? That was never a good idea.

I snorted, Punny, but no, I'm pretty sure Vin uses the can just like the rest of us. That fucker better... I lead the way back to the house and went straight for her room to dump off her shit. You got pals comin' over to help you unpack or do I need to help you with that too? I'm willing, just show me where the panty and porn box is and I'm on it.

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Box in hand, I started toward the house. Muahahha - mission accomplished. There was always a small moment of pride in me when I could disturb even Logan. While I questioned slightly whether or not I'd gone a little too far, usually I just laughed it off and reveled in his facial expressions when I said a little too much.

Hold up. Did you just-did Logan Byrne just quote Mean Girls? I fuckin' love it. But yes, it wasn't a bad idea. Online shopping was the bees knees... but then again I was able sometimes to use my talents to get discounts. You find someone slightly older at the register, voice some Spongebob or a Powerpuff Girl and they want you on the phone with their kids - and then they thank you with freebies or discounts. Great also at bars.

Yeah well, I mean you can fit a porn mag and lotion in a shoebox, so that makes sense. I was almost running towards the house at this point, ready to get my feet dry. No, I figured I'd leave the bodies in the city for the landlord to take care of. Bitch wasn't giving me my deposit back anyway. Wanna know why? Because of one goddamn stain on the carpet. I'm not sure, but I think it had been there when I moved in. I followed him to my room, which thank God was a good size. Shit, this was better than the city already. I was gonna have room for a desk for my PC and everything. Can't beat that.

UUhhh, no thanks, man, I got this. Besides, I think I'm ready for that beer anyway. I sat my own box down by the door to the bedroom and headed back toward the car, grabbing the two six packs of bottles I'd bought on the way down. I locked up the car, and practically ran back in, almost slipping and busting my ass once. I made it in, sat down the beer (which was cold as it needed to be thanks to yanno.. fucking Washington) and removed my wet and snow clomped socks and shoes as fast as I could. Is it just me and you? Or do we have to share?

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