[ Freelance? Huh, thinks Jesse, as he looks at Darlene while tapering the joint off with a slide of his finger along the seal. As she turns away to toss back the last of her drink, Jesse pushes away from the corner of the tub. He wades up behind her, bare chest meeting her bare back, and he skims his lips along her naked shoulder up towards her neck as she chops up her line of nose candy. Jesse is smirking a little. He can't help it; he likes her style, right down to her blunt, sarcastic demeanour. ]
Hm, depends. [ Murmured against her skin. ] Are you calling me a dick? Being an apparent founding member and all?
[ He reaches his hand around to present the rolled joint to her, if she wants it. ]
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Hm, depends. [ Murmured against her skin. ] Are you calling me a dick? Being an apparent founding member and all?
[ He reaches his hand around to present the rolled joint to her, if she wants it. ]