RP with sellsweed | WTF?

[texas33forever]

If Tim hadn't always been completely and totally drained the night before, the encounter with Sam would have sealed the deal. He hadn't even been further tempted with the weed in the kitchen, he just stripped off, went to bed and passed out cold from exhaustion. He never professed to ever be a particularly deep person, so shit like this just

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[sellsweed]

Silas had parked himself on the sofa with the remote control a couple of hours ago when Tyra declared she was dragging Jason out for some grocery shopping with her. Silas had offered to go instead, but a pointed look from Tyra indicated that it was a ruse to get Jason out of the house. Of course, Jason expectedly protested, until Tyra threated to do some interesting things with his nipples and sharp objects. Silas wondered at first why she aimed for the nipples, because it seemed like an odd location. Why not the balls or the dick or the ass? Then he realised if she aimed for any of those, Jason wouldn't feel it anyway. She was good. Clearly she was learning how to deal with Jason's funk, too. Silas promptly feigned a headache and a cough, the cough was genius, because Jason ended up agreeing to go with Tyra so Silas wouldn't breathe on him and make him ill. Then he had a minor rant about Tyra bringing in diseased weed dealers, but Silas never took it to heart. Jason was coming down from another high and he was cranky. It was

[texas33forever]

Tyra's lay. Tim remembered the conversation with her, but he didn't recall anything about her coming here with her new bike in tow. A bike that was looking mighty comfortable on the sofa. It couldn't just be a passing visit. "That ya' van out front?" he drawled, and moved on to the kitchen to get a beer. The coffee could wait.

He came back and sat down on the arm chair across from Silas. "How long ya' been here, dude? Ya' ain't offed Six t'get into T's pants, have ya? He can been a lil protective of his mates when he wants t'be. Me? Don't really care who she fucks, just so long as ya' ain't gonna hurt her. If ya' are, dude, I suggest ya' get a head start on the run because I'll kill ya' and Six can be awfully fast in that chair when he wants t'be." He held up his beer in a small toast. "Good t'meet ya', Silas."

[sellsweed]

Silas shrugged. "A couple of days. Tyra figured a rescue mission for Jason was in order, and she wanted to visit her family. I just offered a ride," he said with a smirk. "Yeah, it's my van. And, you know, man, if you hurt her too, I'll tear your balls off. I've heard a little about your history together. I can be awfully fast on my feet when I want to be. I think it's safe to say that we're all on the same page here. Jason invited us to stay, but he wasn't sure where you were so we couldn't exactly drop in to say hello."

[texas33forever]

Tim smirked and scratched lethargically at his stomach. He didn't make any effort to stifle a yawn and slumped his head back against the sofa. "She should be the first t'know then that Six ain't gonna be rescued til he wants it. Right now, I ain't so sure he does. Broken heart ain't somethin' easy t'fix and he's had his broken three times in as many years. Dude probably ain't wantin' t'get up t'try again. Can't say I can blame him."

He pointed behind him with his thumb. "That ya' weed in the kitchen? Somethin' Tyra ain't tellin' us? Was a real generous supply ya' had there."