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~~THE PERFORMANCE THREAD~~ **aside** ((action)) %%thought%%
Daniel:
YOUNG JACK:
((gets up and goes over by Ennis, grabs his arm with the watch and looks at it.))
Right...... Any time now.
((goes back over to the supplies and finds the other bottle a whiskey, still uncertain where the other one got off to.))
%% Hey, there's my lotion! %%
((swoops up JBB and puts it in his chest pocket, buttoning it closed after, then heads back to the fire with whiskey in hand.))
** It's allright, darlin'. s'allright.**
Daniel:
SCENE: Night.
YOUNG JACK:
((bleary-eyed, tosses an empty whiskey bottle behind him. A clinking sound.))
%% So that's where the other whiskey bottle went... %%
((tries to sit up and look at Ennis, who is still dozing on the other side of the fire.))
Ennis, it's too late to go up with dem sheep now. ((grimaces as he gently stands up.)) Asides, I think we're both drunk enough that any travelin' 'd be dangerous. Ain't it against the law t'operate a horse when you're 'toxicated?
((moves over to the tent and pulls the canvas flap aside))
Come on, Ennis. Get some sleep in the tent. We'll freeze out here... ((stifles a yawn, then puts his hand up to his head.)) Plenty of room in here. First 'un to get up makes coffee. We ain't gonna be fit for nothin' tomorrow without that.
saucycobblers:
--- Quote from: alec716 on July 07, 2006, 12:34:09 pm ---I'd feel better about tonight if I were a beach towel instead of a warshrag. They say it's not the size of the ship, but the motion in the lotion, er, ocean, right, JBB? ;) **
--- End quote ---
((JBB relaxes, enjoying the warmth of YOUNG JACK as he dozes fitfully in his pocket))
%% Your damn right Terry... an' motion in the lotion is we're a gettin' tonight if that YOUNG ENNIS would just get his scrawny ass in this here don't-look-right tent. Myyyyy oh my, am I gonna see some sights tonight. %%
((JBB thinks wistfully of Terry... of the sight of that stud-warshrag roaring onto set on the NOW-VERY-TALL-PRIESTESS'S cycle))
%% Terry, me darlin', those fancy beach towels don't hold a candle to you %%
((JBB feels a faint stirring in his lid area. YOUNG JACK's pocket is suddenly uncomfortably tight...))
%% Oh my...%% :o
alec716:
--- Quote from: saucycobblers on July 07, 2006, 03:29:19 pm ---((JBB relaxes, enjoying the warmth of YOUNG JACK as he dozes fitfully in his pocket))
%% Terry, me darlin', those fancy beach towels don't hold a candle to you %%
((JBB feels a faint stirring in his lid area. YOUNG JACK's pocket is suddenly uncomfortably tight...))
%% Oh my...%% :o
--- End quote ---
(( As he lies peacefully in the folds of ENNIS' jacket pocket, TERRY CLOTH recalls that he was fond of being fondled recently at the riverside by his Riverton cowboy. While awarsh in this recollection, TERRY CLOTH also thinks of his good friend JBB. ))
TERRY CLOTH:
%% That trusty ol' JBB... so smooth, so warm... amazing how he fills back up so quickly after he's empty. I'm sure glad he slid up this here Mountain ... %%
(( TERRY CLOTH feels an unexpected warmth in his textile-icles. ))
Lumière:
(( Moments ago, back at the camp ....))
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