No raw seafood, stupid oil spill

[nawlinsfleur]

He's busying himself in the kitchen right now, making gumbo if one must know. As he adds in an unnecessarily large amount of Tabasco sauce and chill peppers, Bo sighs. This oil spill is getting very bad, it's endangering his wildlife refuge and endangering his seafood business. With that being crippled, tons of restaurants and diners are going to

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[chimneyville]

[ heard that growl from outside the kitchen so she inspects! ] What happened ta you?

[chimneyville]

Mm, not angry. [ hell, she didn't think he was serious. time to twist it around-- ]
Where d'ya wanna do it?

[nawlinsfleur]

Anywhere is fine with me, long as the job gets done.

[chimneyville]

That's not vague--not at all. Any retractable shower heads around?

[nawlinsfleur]

Ummm...bathroom that ain't too far from here.
Let's go?

[chimneyville]

Alrighty!
Sure thing. Lead the way, handsome. [ smile~ even though she's already getting to steppin'. ]

[nawlinsfleur]

[Getting up from the table, he leads the way to the nearest bathroom. Once in the room, waiting for her to join him, he shut the door and locks it behind her.
Taking off his shirt, he folds it neatly and sits it aside; while taking the elastic band from his hair that's holding it in a ponytail.]

Alright darlin', ah'm ready.