You're So Lucky... {RP/IC}

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by -SBO-GracieMonster, Jan 26, 2013.

  1. Troy: I know it was you, Jack
     
  2. Jack: nice job detective. What gave it away, me knocking on the door and taking your picture?
     
  3. Jess: -Watches, still sipping her coffee, a little confused-
     
  4. Fey- -raises eyebrow, and rolls eyes, going on line-
    Thanks for the face. But sure, what do you want?
    -looks at menu-
     
  5. Ryan
    The hash oil is only for big boys. And you're welcome.
    *Lightly hugs her*
    Have a safe journey home.
     
  6. Troy: No. What gave it away... Was that nobody with heart could have done it, only somebody as cold as you
     
  7. Danny: I'm only joking doll, besides I only come here to sketch. I love the atmosphere.
     
  8. Jack: you keep these dirty little secrets and you wanna call me cold? Your almost as pathetic as those kids who think their hot **** because they finally learned how to use a lighter, so they think if it's flammable it belongs in their smoke stack they call a mouth.
     
  9. Troy: It wasn't a dirty secret, though. It was anything but that.
     
  10. Jack: -chuckles- the pictures say otherwise
     
  11. Troy: Those pictures weren't dirty
     
  12. Noelle: *rolls her eyes, smiling slightly* Well I'm a big girl. *laughs, opening the door* Bye Ryannn. *walks out, slamming the door shut behind her*
     
  13. Jess: -Stands there awkwardly, still silent. Watching worriedly-
     
  14. Ryan
    *Smirks*
    Replies to Kirsten: Would love to join you for a smoking session.
     
  15. Kirsten: Replies: Good! Because I'm home alone and bored...sigh...meet me outside Costa? Pronto (Always wanted to say that word!).
     
  16. Noelle: *attempting to hail a cab*
     
  17. Fey- -thinks about that for a second, and shrugs-
    Fascinating, in its own way.
    -orders a smoothie and pays for it, sitting down across from him-
    So what do you draw?
    -takes a sip-
     
  18. Ryan
    *Shoves on his black harrington jacket and grabs a small bag of hash oil off the counter. Steps out of his apartment and locks the door behind himself*
     
  19. Kirsten: Quickly slips on some high-tops, grabs her handbag of various phones and sets off down the street, Tweeting and Face-booking.
     
  20. Danny: Everything. *takes his sketch pad out of his black leather messenger bag*

    Noelle: *waving her arms frantically in the air* Come on! Taxi!?