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PJ Rodes: Despite the cold PJ was in warm spirits. Wearing a soft brown long-sleeved tight scoop necked sweater, a pair of
skinny jeans, brown cowboy boots, a brown leather trench coat, and gloves and a scarf completed the outfit. Curling locks loose
and free as there was happiness in those sparkling greens. A smile she couldn't seem to shake on those plump lips as she makes
her way inside.
Owen Rodes: ::It was like watching a scene in the desert. Owen dragged herself into the room all befuddled like and groaned. She
was dog tired, and it showed. Her brain had just been through hell. Once she was in the Inn she moved for the nearest couch and
flopped down.::
PJ Rodes: "Owen!" She screeched happily as she made her way for her sister. Grabbing her and hugging her before she sat
down next to her, "You look like Hell."
Owen Rodes: ::Both eyes went wide as she was screeched at. It startled her like no other. She blinked at her sister and then
grunted.:: And you just screeched like a girl.
PJ Rodes: "Oh my God!" She gave a happy jump as she sat down on the couch next to her sister, "Guess what!"
Owen Rodes: ::Another grunt left her lips.:: The blonds at the house finally took what was left of your brain?
PJ Rodes: Giggling she shook her head, "No no no." She then took off her left glove and yes that ring was all shiny and polished
glinting in the light, "Chad proposed.
Owen Rodes: Chad... the ass whipe that ditched you that night after all that you two had been through? ::She peered at her sister,
both eyes fixed on her.:: Okay, you're not allowed to rag on Trace and me ever again.
PJ Rodes: "Yes the very same mister Forester." She just grinned as she leaned over to hug her sister and kiss both of her
cheeks, "Dealio. Just so long as you'll be my maid of honor."
Owen Rodes: ::She drooped in the hug and sighed.:: Sure sure... Maid of honor... ::Her eyes rolled.:: Can I sleep now?
PJ Rodes: She hugged her sister close. She sensed something was wrong but didn't press the manner, "Yes, yes you can. Stop
by the house when you can. I wanna start planning this gig. You're my wingman chica." With that she kissed her sister's cheeks
once more before getting up and breezing out of the door just as quickly as she had came in.
PJ Rodes: Despite the cold PJ was in warm spirits. Wearing a soft brown long-sleeved tight scoop necked sweater, a pair of
skinny jeans, brown cowboy boots, a brown leather trench coat, and gloves and a scarf completed the outfit. Curling locks loose
and free as there was happiness in those sparkling greens. A smile she couldn't seem to shake on those plump lips as she makes
her way inside.
Owen Rodes: ::It was like watching a scene in the desert. Owen dragged herself into the room all befuddled like and groaned. She
was dog tired, and it showed. Her brain had just been through hell. Once she was in the Inn she moved for the nearest couch and
flopped down.::
PJ Rodes: "Owen!" She screeched happily as she made her way for her sister. Grabbing her and hugging her before she sat
down next to her, "You look like Hell."
Owen Rodes: ::Both eyes went wide as she was screeched at. It startled her like no other. She blinked at her sister and then
grunted.:: And you just screeched like a girl.
PJ Rodes: "Oh my God!" She gave a happy jump as she sat down on the couch next to her sister, "Guess what!"
Owen Rodes: ::Another grunt left her lips.:: The blonds at the house finally took what was left of your brain?
PJ Rodes: Giggling she shook her head, "No no no." She then took off her left glove and yes that ring was all shiny and polished
glinting in the light, "Chad proposed.
Owen Rodes: Chad... the ass whipe that ditched you that night after all that you two had been through? ::She peered at her sister,
both eyes fixed on her.:: Okay, you're not allowed to rag on Trace and me ever again.
PJ Rodes: "Yes the very same mister Forester." She just grinned as she leaned over to hug her sister and kiss both of her
cheeks, "Dealio. Just so long as you'll be my maid of honor."
Owen Rodes: ::She drooped in the hug and sighed.:: Sure sure... Maid of honor... ::Her eyes rolled.:: Can I sleep now?
PJ Rodes: She hugged her sister close. She sensed something was wrong but didn't press the manner, "Yes, yes you can. Stop
by the house when you can. I wanna start planning this gig. You're my wingman chica." With that she kissed her sister's cheeks
once more before getting up and breezing out of the door just as quickly as she had came in.