Carriage House porch, Tuesday afternoon
Dean was kicked back on the front porch of the carriage house with his feet up on the railing, a cold root beer (what? It was early yet, and he had to at least pretend to set a good example for the kids) and a couple local papers.
Seemed there were more than the usual amount of mysterious disappearances in the bayou, lately. Dean figured it was probably either a will-o-wisp or a mutant alligator.
He was kind of hoping for the latter. Will-o-wisps were boring.
[ooc: absolutely open, esp. to anyone looking for a missing truck. . . .]
Seemed there were more than the usual amount of mysterious disappearances in the bayou, lately. Dean figured it was probably either a will-o-wisp or a mutant alligator.
He was kind of hoping for the latter. Will-o-wisps were boring.
[ooc: absolutely open, esp. to anyone looking for a missing truck. . . .]