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tampered2007-02-14 07:47 pm
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When; Feb 14th, Lust day; Nighttime
Rating; at this point? god only knows, my friends
Characters;Faye![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
glock30, Jed say_yeehaw, and anyone else who wants to show up.
Summary; Hey, cowboys and cowgirls need their fun.
Log;
Jed would always, always be of the opinion that there would never, ever be anything like a delicious steak dinner. Especially if one was sitting across from a lovely woman who just happened to have interests that were right up his alley. Those interests involving drinking, good food, dancing, and gambling.
He had to admit, he hadn't ever really met anyone like Faye, but that in no way meant that he didn't like her. Quite contrary, actually, he thought of her as a friend.
But enough with the musings. He had a steak to finish. And with one more stab of his fork, the last peice was popped into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully, before he set his utensils down and retrieved his beer bottle by the cool glass of it's neck and took a drink, washing down the steak. His eating manners were good enough to pass pretty well, but it wasn't like he was a prince or anything. He sat back in his chair a bit, the typical cowboy grin on his face.
"Well, lestways I cain't say I c'n complain 'bout the food. Though..." he smirked in Faye's direction. "I'm thinkin' somethin' a little stronger in th' alcohol department, wotchew think?"
Rating; at this point? god only knows, my friends
Characters;Faye
glock30, Jed say_yeehaw, and anyone else who wants to show up.Summary; Hey, cowboys and cowgirls need their fun.
Log;
Jed would always, always be of the opinion that there would never, ever be anything like a delicious steak dinner. Especially if one was sitting across from a lovely woman who just happened to have interests that were right up his alley. Those interests involving drinking, good food, dancing, and gambling.
He had to admit, he hadn't ever really met anyone like Faye, but that in no way meant that he didn't like her. Quite contrary, actually, he thought of her as a friend.
But enough with the musings. He had a steak to finish. And with one more stab of his fork, the last peice was popped into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully, before he set his utensils down and retrieved his beer bottle by the cool glass of it's neck and took a drink, washing down the steak. His eating manners were good enough to pass pretty well, but it wasn't like he was a prince or anything. He sat back in his chair a bit, the typical cowboy grin on his face.
"Well, lestways I cain't say I c'n complain 'bout the food. Though..." he smirked in Faye's direction. "I'm thinkin' somethin' a little stronger in th' alcohol department, wotchew think?"