Topic: Like They Do On The Discovery Channel

The Redneck

Date: 2012-07-30 08:24 EST
A week prior to Jumpin' Pews

Poor, poor Vera. Really, if the redneck were anyone else, she'd sort of, almost, not-quite, but kinda-sorta feel sorry for the Gypsy.

Because Thorn had planned out, and was fully prepared to execute a surprise field trip for herself and Vera. There was a c0cky swagger to carry her along the path that led to Vera's home. The redneck'd tucked her thumbs into the front pockets of her jeans to keep from imitating Monty Burns. Sort of ruined the whole "let's go have a fun day!" image if you were drumming your finger tips together with vulture shoulders and a McCreeperson expression on your face while you hissed "eh-ksellent."

Just, wouldn't do.

Belled rings chimed merrily, in a rather erratic way, when she finally got around to RAPPING her knuckles on Vera's front door. Hi, hey, how y' doin'? Open the damn door! Might be a bell wearing cop.

Gypsy Lore

Date: 2012-08-17 21:09 EST
Weeks in the past, but not many?


It was a lovely morning, the sun shining with nary a cloud in the sky. The birds were chirping, singing with a merry air Disney wished he could capture in his movies. Squirrels and other creatures were chasing and frolicking about in the woods beyond the two story cottage. Outside, rapping on the door, a Redneck stood and waited. It was a gorgeous morning, promised to be a beautiful day, and a good friend was waiting on her.


?.Vera was simply, having none of it.


Groaning audibly, she dragged the covers over her head and huddled in a nest of blankets, clenching her eyes and hoping against futile hope, Thorn would think she wasn?t at home.


?Veeeeeeeraaaaaaah!?

Oh, for f*ck?s sake!


Muttering, she counted the minutes and finally climbed out of bed. Uncaring about her state of undress (the Gypsy sported a trendy pair of Victoria?s secret ?boy shorts? -- always red, she simply loved red - and a loose black camisole). She eyed the robe at the foot of her bed and discarded the notion. Thorn had seen her in all her err ? glory so-to-speak ? when she went swimming on Roadkill Island. Besides, the camisole concealed the scars she was more or less, most self-conscious about.

Tumbling down her stairs, she threw the door open, stood back, and said:
?I was sleepin---?

Yank! Thorn just loved hugs, didn?t she?

Sighsighsigh. Who was she deny to a gorgeous woman?

Damn her purple eyes ?.

?I take it, we?re going on a trip, huh?? Sinking into the embrace, the Gypsy hugged the Redneck back and invited her in for coffee and a promise of breakfast. Vera didn?t think they would be lingering.

The Redneck

Date: 2012-08-20 07:51 EST
Warm and tight the wrap of arms around the gypsy as the redneck pressed her cheek against the other woman's and breathed her in. -- Yes she did indeed love hugs.

Hugs from a wildly beautiful woman still tousled and marked from her bed, wearing just enough were even better.

She was laughing as Vera led her into the house for coffee, but she did turn down breakfast yes. Reasons she had for that, and they would be explained.

The redneck's lips, plump and made for smiling, were curved warm and wicked and there was more laughter flirting with the edges of her voice.

"We, my beautiful friend are goin' on a Field Trip." Vera might have taken note of Thorn's tone of voice there. And the change in her body language. Whatever the redneck had planned, and where ever she meant to drag the gypsy off to, had the potential for Epic. Though of course, whether it was an Epic Win or an Epic Fail, had yet to be seen.

A humorously critical eye roamed over Vera's state of dress, and that wild tangle of curls. "Getcherself woke up baby-girl, an' ready for a day out, then we'll get goin'. What I have in mind's pretty much all inclusive." Which would explain why, in part, she'd turned the woman's offer of breakfast down hopefully.


Settled with a hip cocked against a counter she sipped the coffee she'd been given and watched the gypsy over the rim of the cup. Mirth and challenge dancing along with the myriad of things that usually flitted across the surfaces of her amethyst eyes. "Won't guarantee you'll have the time'a y'r life, but I will say it'll be a damn pleasant experience." Thorn had a skill with understatement, really she did. Using the word pleasant was like saying that a trip through the mists of Niagara falls were a bit damp. "An' I don' think you'll be havin' one quite like it again for a while."

Was that challenge ramping up to become a dare? Why yes, yes it was.

Ball's in your court Vera.