☼{006}{ic, open} Frightened by the liquid engineers

[tetoncowgirl]

[For the past few weeks, consumed by football season, political nastiness, and the oncoming threat of winter, Cody has been burrowed in her room for lack of a better idea. Just in the past few days alone, it's been a mercurial maelstrom in the area of Cowboys football, a policeman was just sentenced to 15 years in prison for the attempt of murder

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[devilwentdownto]

He blinks.
Miss? Are ya alrigh'?

[tetoncowgirl]

[At the current moment, she's occupied a couch, sprawling out on it at will. She peers over the back of it and manages a sleepy smile.]

Heya, Mister Will. I'm fine.

[devilwentdownto]

He offers her a smile.
Good ta hear, ain't seen ya around in awhile.

[tetoncowgirl]

[She pulls herself into a sitting position and rubs her forehead with the heel of her palm.]

Oh, I've been...around.

[devilwentdownto]

Oh... d'ya need anythin' darlin'?

[tetoncowgirl]

Not at the moment, no, but thanks.

[Sitting position abandoned for favor of flopping down on the couch again.]

[devilwentdownto]

He nods slowly.
Um... okay? If yer sure.

[ooc brb.]

[tetoncowgirl]

[She holds one arm over her eyes and sighs.]

Yeah, 'm sure. I should probably get up and go get a beer 'r' somethin'. It's kinda stupid ta sit around like this.

[devilwentdownto]

Well a beer probably wouldn' help ya much darlin'...

[tetoncowgirl]

[She arches an eyebrow.}

What do ya suggest?

[devilwentdownto]

He shrugged.
Dunno... Coke?