closed to olbay_seasoned
[ kade's door is open, a welcoming sign for one lucky lady. his bedroom is moderately clean, the air doesn't smell of what-not, and he even had the decency to slip his tit mags back into hiding. there's a folding table and chairs set up (the armchair has been pushed aside), and atop of that table is an assortment of deliciousness. ]
[ have a look at that good ol' home cooking. fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, seasoned green beans and corn, and warm biscuits (but he didn't make those. he's shit at baking). and the whole dinner wouldn't be complete without the little ice chest crammed with beer. the man's got all kinds of class.
well now he's sitting at his computer reading up on dating tips (thanks, the googles) and waiting. one would notice that he spent a little more time in the mirror today. the hair looks brushed and he's wearing one of his fancy shirts instead of the usual flannel, baseball ball tee, or wife beater. he still paired the look with ratty jeans, but at least he tried. ]
[ have a look at that good ol' home cooking. fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, seasoned green beans and corn, and warm biscuits (but he didn't make those. he's shit at baking). and the whole dinner wouldn't be complete without the little ice chest crammed with beer. the man's got all kinds of class.
well now he's sitting at his computer reading up on dating tips (thanks, the googles) and waiting. one would notice that he spent a little more time in the mirror today. the hair looks brushed and he's wearing one of his fancy shirts instead of the usual flannel, baseball ball tee, or wife beater. he still paired the look with ratty jeans, but at least he tried. ]
