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Post by Jeff Hayes on Jan 13, 2010 11:38:26 GMT -5
Ryan Donnelly (current alias) Jeff didn’t really know what Blair had called him into the kitchen for. So, when she’d ask what was up with him, he’d given the simple, obvious answer.“Uh… I’m at your party… having a beer.”
“Not really what I was going for smartass,” she said. “What I meant was, I just wanted to know what you have been up to since the last time I seen ya. What’s that called? Ah catching up. Ya know people do that when they haven’t seen each other in a while…” Jeff nodded.
“Ah. See, that’s a little more specific,” he said. He took a long swig of his beer as he thought about how to answer that. He could tell her the truth – that in the last week he’d shot a guy, sold a brick of cocaine to that guy’s brother, got arrested, and almost got his cover blown twice.
Oh, yeah. That’ll go over well…
Or, he could lie. Say he had a nice pre-holiday dinner with his family, had a relaxing weekend in front of the TV.
Or…
“Well, let’s see. I shot a guy, did a drug deal, and got arrested. You know, the usual.” He smirked and his voice was sarcastic. It would come off as a joke, but little did she know it was the truth.
“If ya don’t mind me asking. What were your Christmases like?” Blair asked after a moment.
“What, like, when I was a kid?” He shrugged.
“Awkward family dinners where anyone who was tight didn’t have anything new to talk about, and anyone who’d been out of touch for a while felt uncomfortable. Lots of sitting around really quiet dinner tables ‘til everyone got drunk and got chatty. You?” A few minutes later Blair went off to talk to her for a second and Jeff milled around the kitchen until she came back.
“Can ya help me put some stuff out?” she asked as she picked up a few buffet trays. “I normally wouldn’t ask a guest but there is too much stuff.” Jeff set his beer down on the counter.
“Sure.” Jeff was helping Blair put all the food into its various trays when he heard a loud crash.
“What the hell was that?” He looked out into the living room to see Dakota had tripped and recovered, and had answered the door to let in a few new people. He started carrying trays to the buffet table while Blair went around greeting her guests.
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Post by Michelle Owens on Jan 13, 2010 11:42:46 GMT -5
Michelle smoothed a few wrinkles in her dress as the man replied to her greeting.
“Nah, I’m guessing they haven’t heard me,” he said. “I’m Pete Ashby.”
Michelle returned his smile and shook his hand as he continued.
“I take it you must have known her quite a while then? To be honest with you I only met her a few weeks ago, but I must have done something right though, I’m guessing she doesn’t invite just anybody to these parties.”
“Yeah, Blair was one of the first people I met when I came out here,” Michelle explained. “She’s a cool chick. As long as you make a good impression. I’ve only met her a few times, but I’m pretty good friends with Dakota. I’m Michelle, by the way.”
She sighed, folding her arms across her chest and looking at the front door.
“Jeez. What the hell’s going on in there?” she said when she heard a crash somewhere inside.
She glanced over her shoulder when she heard a man talking. She saw a couple walking toward the door, neither of whom she recognized.
The door swung open and they were greeted by a slightly frazzled Dakota.
“Michelle… Pete!” she said, kicking off her shoes. “Just give me one sec.”
Michelle watched her walk past them to the trash can in the driveway and raised an eyebrow as she tossed her shoes into it.
“I swear, I’m never attempting to wear heels again,” Dakota vowed. “I’d sooner run naked through Alaska in January.”
Michelle laughed.
“You just need a little practice,” Michelle said.
She slipped through the door along with the others and looked around, making a beeline for the liquor.
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Post by Blair Winters on Jan 17, 2010 11:40:34 GMT -5
After Blair was more detailed on what she wanted to know. Ryan nodded; Blair predicted inside her head that he would probably give her another smartass answer. She often wondered if she’ll ever get answer even though she secretly dreaded the day she does.
“Ah. See, that’s a little more specific,” Ryan said.
He seemed to think about what he was going to say as he took a long sig of his beer. Blair patiently waited till he said something. Of course he smirked at her and gave a sarcastic reply.
“Well, let’s see. I shot a guy, did a drug deal, and got arrested. You know, the usual.”
Blair gave him a droll stare and threw her kitchen towel at him.She even let out a little huff.
“Come on, will ya eva gimme a straight answer? I always give it to ya straight,” she said as gave him a look.
‘Well expect for my age..,’ she thought.
After her Christmas question, Ryan answered.
“What, like, when I was a kid?”
She nodded her head yes and he shrugged.
“Awkward family dinners where anyone who was tight didn’t have anything new to talk about, and anyone who’d been out of touch for a while felt uncomfortable. Lots of sitting around really quiet dinner tables ‘til everyone got drunk and got chatty. You?” he said.
Blair paused for a moment and pondered on to answer this. She had told Dakota and Ryan she had no parents, just gave little details.She loved to ask questions about other people but hated giving details about herself.
“Well, ya know when I was in the hospital. I told ya and D I didn’t have parents. I was adopted by a Nun when I was a baby.So I pretty much spent my Christmas time in Mass. We really didn’t celebrate like this,” she said while she fiddle with some plates.
Blair was trying to avoid all eye contact as she cleared her throat and tapped on the island.
“Just don’t freak out bout the nun thing. I guess now ya now know why I’m so helpful. But um, most guys I tell run outta the door. Ya are welcome to too. Excuse me for a moment. ” She even pointed out the back door for empathize.
Dakota pulled her out a few moments later she came back. He was still there…
After she asked for his help Ryan set his beer on the counter.
“Sure.” He said.
When they were setting out the food Dakota had her graceful moment which produced a loud crash.
“What the hell was that?” Ryan said.
Blair snorted.
“That was Dakota and her graceful skills on heels.”
Ryan even looked into the living room to see. That’s when she made a break for it to greet the new guests.It was the familiar face of Michelle who was rocking a red dress. Also a unfamiliar face that was not bad looking. She smiled at Michelle who made a break for the liquor table. Blair giggled.
“Oh Michelle, the blender is in the kitchen if ya want margaritas.”
Blair turned to the unfamiliar face and held out her hand.Of course she had a welcoming face on as always.
“Ya must be Pete. Ya the only one I don’t recognize. I’m Blair Winters. Nice to meetcha sir.”
From behind Pete she said two people walking up to the door. It was trouble making Dare and an unfamiliar woman. It must be his wife he talked about. Of course Dare made an entrance
"TEN OUTTA TEN!" he shouted quite loudly before giving Dakota a sympathy smile.
He closed the door before continuing.
"Er...that is...ouch. You alright, lady? And...Merry Christmas everybody!"
Blair gave a soft laugh and shook her head.Her eyes darted to the woman standing next to Dare. She immediately held out her hand to the woman she has never seen before.
“ Ya must be..Connie. It’s an honor to meet ya finally. I was beginning to think ya didn’t exist. Welcome to my Home. ” Blair said.
After that she looked over at Dare, finally noticing him.
“Oh Hey Dare. Nice to see ya too.” She said with a slight laugh.
Blair eyed all the ladies dresses something was amuck. They all were the same color of red. She looked down and she was wearing a white suit. Blair looked like she was going to do everyone’s taxes.
“Did ya’ll send a memo to each other and forgot to give me one? It looks like I’m gonna do y’all taxes for free.” she said as she pointed out the color.
Her attention for whatever reason when to Misery and Dakota.They were shoeless. Blair chuckled.
“Get tired of em already?”
Blair tied her apron back on and put her hands in her pockets.
“Feel free to be nosy and look around. The kitchen is callin me and most likely Ryan. Whom I abandoned in the middle of placing out things. I'm glad y'all made it. “ she said with a smile.
She turned and mentally faced palmed herself for leaving Ryan to do her work. Blair almost ran into him when she returned.
“Oh Boy, that would have been messy. Sorry for running had some new people come.” She said in a light voice.
Blair looked around at the stuff placed out…he had put out all the stuff. She smiled at Ryan as he put in the last thing of food.
“Thank Ya Goldilocks! I’m gonna go make some hot cider mixed in with whiskey. Uh, I’ll guess I’ll see ya when I’m done in my dungeon.” She giggled as she pulled off her apron.
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Post by Pete Ashby on Jan 19, 2010 10:37:39 GMT -5
Pete smiled as he listened to Michelle explain how she knew Dakota, he was about to ask her what if she hunted or not when there was a loud crash from inside, he was about to reach for his gun when the door flung open and Dakota ran out carrying her shoes. At the same time he noticed a couple walking up the driveway.
He watched as Michelle headed inside to liquor, but he was stopped by another women running outside and throwing her shoes into the trash can as well, he shook his head then looked inside to make sure the coast was clear, he entered the building and walked over to the liquor and grabbed one of the beers.
He just cracked open his bottle, when he turned around and noticed an unfamiliar woman walking towards them, she seemed to know Michelle quite well, so he figured this must the Blair she was talking about. "Ya must be Pete. Ya the only one I don’t recognize. I’m Blair Winters. Nice to meetcha sir." Blair said as she introduced herself, Pete smiled and returned the handshake "The one and only, But don't call me sir, it reminds me of my time in the Air force" he said.
Pete watched as Blair headed over to the couple that was walking up the drive, he turned back around and began to look over all the items they had put on show, being on the road a lot he never cared too much for possessions and things like that, He wandered into the living room and fount himself a seat
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Post by dakotademolay on Jan 25, 2010 4:01:43 GMT -5
Dakota was talking to her guests when she heard her cell phone ring from the side table; she knew it was hers and not Blair’s because Blair’s didn’t have the theme music to Stargate as a ringtone. She hastily excused herself and took the phone into the next room to answer the call. It was her old friend Nick from Faith, South Dakota with some very disturbing news his friend Darius, his vampire friend had gone missing after an unscrupulous hunter he had a past with had come to town looking for him. Nick was frantic and Dakota was in much the same state. Darius was one of the good guys and a friend to her too. She promised to leave right away and be there as soon as her bike would carry her.
After slipping upstairs to change, she left her beautiful red dress behind on the bed and grabbed her few belongings. With a heavy heart she went back down stairs into the living room and made her apologies to all the new friends she’d made in New Orleans. This was her first Christmas party and she’d been looking forward to enjoying it with them but it wasn’t to be. Finally turning to Blair she took her in her arms and gave her a huge hug, she would miss her the most, this was the first time Dakota had ever had a home and she was appreciative to Blair for that, it had meant more than words could ever say.
”I’m sorry I have to go Blair…..I will see you again one day I promise. Take care of yourself”
Dakota left quietly, she didn’t look back as she rode off into the night toward Faith…………
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Post by Misery Martinique on Jan 25, 2010 9:37:23 GMT -5
To say that Misery was out of her element was a complete understatement. She had no idea what made her think that a civilized gathering was going to be her cup of tea. But for the soft spoken little Texan she probably would have tossed the invitation and used the night to play a little B -n- E at some of the posh houses around here. Still, she was here, so the witch figured she might as well make the most of it.
Tossing back the rest of the amber liquid with a wince, she made her shoeless way back over to the bar and nodded absently at the dark-skinned beauty that was helping herself to some liquid refreshment, grabbing the bottle and debating whether it was good manners to claim the stuff as hers and drink from the bottle.
More guests were arriving by the minute, and Misery sighed loudly as she leaned against the wall. There were too many people here she didn’t know, and as she wasn’t the ‘meet and greet’ type of girl, she wished she could just disappear into the background. Shrugging with a what the hell kinda’ attitude, she tipped the rum bottle back and let the cool spicy liquid fill her mouth before coughing and pouring herself another glass of it.
Hiccupping a little, Misery lifted her glass to Michelle, a flighty grin crossing her usually impassive expression. “At least she got the good stuff, not that bottom shelf rot gut crap I got in my house.” The witch said nonchalantly and took a good swill.
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Post by Michelle Owens on Jan 26, 2010 16:51:36 GMT -5
Michelle hung around the liquor table and surveyed the selection. For two girls who didn’t drink, Blair and Dakota had laid out quite the alcoholic’s arsenal. She grabbed a glass and unscrewed a bottle of vodka. She wasn’t usually the vodka type, but she was in the mood for a screwdriver. She didn’t see any orange juice at the table, but she knew Dakota would have some hanging around somewhere.
Another woman approached and picked up a bottle of rum. As Michelle poured the vodka into her glass, the brunette threw back the rum remaining in her glass before taking a swig right out of the bottle. Michelle raised an eyebrow.
“At least she got the good stuff,” the woman said, “not that bottom shelf rot gut crap I got in my house.”
Michelle laughed.
“Amen to that, chica,” she said.
Movement caught her attention and she glanced up to see Dakota, now dressed in her normal ass-kicking attire, making her way out the door.
“Hmm. Wonder what’s up with that,” she muttered.
Deciding it was best not to ask questions, she smiled at the brunette.
“I’m Michelle,” she said. “Don’t think we’ve met. Then again, I’m pretty bad with names.”
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Jan 26, 2010 23:15:34 GMT -5
With a laugh, Dare cast a mock glare in Blair's direction. "Yeah, this' my smoking hot wife, Connie. Connie, this is Blair; a friend of mine."
As if castigizing his friend, he shook a finger at the woman, grin devilish and eyes practically glinting with mischief. Ah, he did so love to poke fun at people who could appreciate some good natured sarcasm. People were just so damn stodgy these days.
"Took you long enough to notice me. Honey, I know my wife is too hot to trot, but she's taken, okay? And I thought you didn't swing that way. But hey, if that's how you swing, maybe we can work something out..." With a little brow waggle, he couldn't help but glance sideways at his wife, wondering if either woman could tell that he was joking.
Oh God, what if they couldn't? He'd be dead twice over. So, with a little cough, he slid an arm around Connie's waist and let out a whistle. "Whoo, nice digs! So, what're we doin tonight? Food, then cigars by the fire for the men, while you woman-folk go do embroidery in the parlor?"
As Blair turned away to greet the other guests, Dare couldn't help but poke his head over her shoulder. Hello, women in red! Nobody could match up to his woman, of course, but...damn, not bad. An eye was also cast at the two unfamiliar men, seeming to lock on the guy whom his host had so suddenly started talking to. Hmm...interesting.
Moving them over to the other women in red dresses, while keeping his eye on 'Mr. "Goldilocks,"' Dare couldn't help but make a mock-formal bow. "Hello, ladies! The name's Dare Buchannon, and this' my wife, Connie. We're also here to inhale all the food that Blair cooked and make off with her silverware. So, you guys friends? College buddies? Mineral or vegetable?"
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Post by Jeff Hayes on Jan 27, 2010 12:26:41 GMT -5
Ryan Donnelly (Current Alias) Jeff stood awkwardly in the kitchen while Blair went off to greet the new arrivals.
“Okay…” he muttered slowly, looking around at the food they’d been in the middle of setting up at the table. He sipped his beer and stood in the kitchen doorway for a few seconds, seeing a dark-skinned woman he didn’t know making a mad dash for the booze. A brunette followed suit and Blair chatted up some guy and his date. The guy seemed nervous. At least that was how Jeff interpreted his humor. Another guy seemed like kind of a loner, going and sitting by himself in the living room.
Jeff wondered how Blair knew each of these people. Did they go around decapitating things like she did, or worse?
He took a few steps back, peering at the food Blair had been laying out. Was he supposed to finish what she’d started or what? He set down his beer and started gathering and placing food wherever he thought it looked right. He had no idea what Blair had in mind for the food layout, so he just tried to place things logically: meats and proteins in the center, spread a decent amount apart; heavier sides like potatoes sort of circling around those; lighter sides like green beans on the edges. He’d just taken a pan of what he took to be marshmallow-covered sweet potatoes out of the oven and was turning to place them when Blair scared the living hell out of him.
“Woah,” he said as Blair almost collided with him. “Easy there, killer. You almost got a hot pan to the face.”
“Oh Boy, that would have been messy,” Blair said. “Sorry for running had some new people come.”
“I saw,” Jeff said with a nod as he placed the sweet potatoes on top of the oven to cool. He took off the oven mitts he was wearing and put a bowl of green beans on the table. When he turned around Blair had sort of a surprised look on her face, but she smiled at him.
“Thank Ya Goldilocks! I’m gonna go make some hot cider mixed in with whiskey. Uh, I guess I’ll see ya when I’m done in my dungeon.” Jeff chuckled. He never really believed in the whole ‘women slaving away in the kitchen’ aspect of the holidays, so he’d been glad to help out. But, it seemed like whiskey cider was a one-person job, and he’d never made it before, so it seemed like a good idea to leave her to it.
“Okay. I guess I’ll see ya when I see ya,” he said with a shrug. He grabbed his beer, now almost empty, and headed for the doorway. He paused for a second and turned back around to say something to Blair.
“Hey, uh… This is a pretty good spread.” He nodded to the table of food. “You, uh… You did a good job.”
‘You did a good job?’ What the hell was that? he thought.
It had always bothered him when his mother or his aunt or somebody cooked a big meal and no one gave her any credit, but jeez! He couldn’t have come up with a less lame and fumbling delivery than that?
After a few seconds, he went out into the main room where all the action seemed to be. The Funny Man eyed him, which didn’t sit right with Jeff, but he hung back in the crowd sipping his beer.
“Hello, ladies!” Funny Man said. “The name’s Dare Buchannon, and this’ my wife, Connie. We’re also here to inhale all the food Blair cooked and make off with her silverware. So, you guys friends? College buddies? Mineral or vegetable?” Deciding he didn’t want to answer a lot of awkward questions about himself for a bunch of strangers, Jeff slipped over to the living room area and sat down in an arm chair. There was another guy sitting there, too, and Jeff was beginning to see the logic in the choice.
“So you snuck over here before you could get roped into any party activities, huh?” Jeff asked. “Smart man.” Jeff took a swig of his beer and set it on the coffee table. ((OOC: Jeff’s talking to Pete toward the end there. I couldn’t think of a good nick name lol.))
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Post by Pete Ashby on Jan 27, 2010 15:05:53 GMT -5
Pete sat in his seat staring at nothing in particular, there were a few items in here which he recognized it seemed most hunters, including those who had settled somewhere, permanently, kept relatively few things as treasures, it probably stemmed from the fact that they almost always had to live life on the road, he noticed a picture on the mantelpiece of two women, who he now took to be Dakota And Blair, they looked like they were having fun, but he never imagined how they were able to find the time, his life always seemed to be one killing after another.
He picked up his drink and took a swig, looking to see it was getting empty he toyed with the idea of going to get another, but was interrupted by the slamming of the door, he instantly shot up and went to look out of the window he saw Dakota leaving in a rush and upset, he was about to chase after her, but just as he was about to leave he saw her pull of out the driveway and shoot of her on bike.
He shook his head and returned the seat, he imagined he must look like a loner, but he didn't know anyone here and he thought he might as well make himself comfortable, finishing off his beer he placed it down by the side of the chair and simultaneously noticed someone else had the same idea as him.
"So you snuck over here before you could get roped into any party activities, huh?" Jeff asked. "Smart man."
"Sorry man, guess I'm just used to having a few beers and watching the footy on the box" Pete apologized,
"Pete Ashby" He said introducing himself as he extended his hand
"So how did you get to know the ladies?" he asked,
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Post by Blair Winters on Feb 12, 2010 3:17:18 GMT -5
The nice man Dakota had invited smiled at her and he gladly returned the handshake with a firm one. He name was Pete. Blair made a note inside her head to remembered his name. She was awful at remembering names at first..
"The one and only, But don't call me sir, it reminds me of my time in the Air force" he said.
Blair looked at him funny must have been an bad time if he didn’t want to be reminded of it. Not like she was nosy or anything, okay scratch that she was. She was known to be as curious as a cat.
“I take that was a bad time huh?” she asked.
She glanced around the room and the stuff on the walls. Shelves lined the walls which held various things, some which meant a whole lot to the huntress and others that meant nothing. ”Umm feel free to peek around. If you have anyone questions about the stuff on the wall just ask. I neva really realized I have a lotta stuff.” Blair added.
When she noticed Connie and Dare approaching she excused herself. Blair glanced at the two women at the liquor table. Misery was knocking the drinks back like nothing…Hopefully she could hold her liquor, Blair did not wanna be peeling people off the floor.
“Careful Mis that stuff will catch up to ya and boot ya in the ass.” Blair said with a smirk.
Her attention was diverted to Connie and Dare as she greeted them. Blair ignored Dare for a bit while she greeted his wife.
Dare with a laugh gave her a fake glare. "Yeah, this' my smoking hot wife, Connie. Connie, this is Blair; a friend of mine." He said.
He shook a finger at her which probably meant he was soon to tell a bad joke. A REALLY bad joke which would probably get his shins kick if it was someone else.
"Took you long enough to notice me. Honey, I know my wife is too hot to trot, but she's taken, okay? And I thought you didn't swing that way. But hey, if that's how you swing, maybe we can work something out..." Dare even wiggled his brows.
Blair gave him a droll stare and she shook her head. “Oh yeah Dare. That would totally happen when hell freezes ova and Liberace rises from the grave.” she gave him a smirk.
He looked nervous after that. Dare cough and slid an arm around Connie. He let out a whistle. "Whoo, nice digs! So, what're we doin tonight? Food, then cigars by the fire for the men, while you woman-folk go do embroidery in the parlor?" he said trying to change the subject.
She really tried hard not to laugh which was impossible but she held it back.” Food. No smokin in my house so no cigars….and definitely no embroidery. Maybe a game later and afta y’all are pied eyed most definitely Christmas Carols.” Blair said with a smile.
Blair once again excused herself and made her way to the kitchen. Ryan was wearing oven mittens which made her chuckle a bit on the inside. He was just taking out her favorite dish marshmallow covered sweet potatoes that’s when she scared him and almost got a hot pan to the face.
Ryan scrapped the oven mitts and put some greens on the table. He turned to she the look on her face at the site at what he did. After he chuckled she mentioned the cider making which he shrugged at.
“Okay. I guess I’ll see ya when I see ya,” he said .
Ryan grabbed his beer that was sitting on the counter and went to the doorway. Out of the corner of Blair’s eye she saw him pause and turn around.
“Hey, uh… This is a pretty good spread. You, uh… You did a good job.” he said with a nod towards the food.
Blair tilted her head at him and raised an eyebrow at him. Not that she didn’t appreciate his thanks…it’s just the weird fumbling at the end….She smiled appreciatory at him. It was sweet of him to say that even though Blair didn’t want thanks, she just wanted some help.”
“Thanks Ryan, and thanks for your help. It helped take the pressure off my shoulders….I don‘t really like Holidays..damn stressful.” she said
Once he left Blair started to warm the cider on the stove. Reaching in a random cabinet to pull a bottle of Whiskey out. The recipe was pretty simple, heat the cider then pour the whiskey into it and sprinkle some nutmeg over it. Bam! Done! The task was done quickly and Blair simply poured it into the pitcher.
Blair was almost going to leave the room when Dakota came in…her friend looked rather upset which was not the normal state of her emotions. Plus the red dress was gone and her normal ass kicking attire was there. Dakota gather her in her arms and gave her a hug.
”I’m sorry I have to go Blair…..I will see you again one day I promise. Take care of yourself” she said.
Blair froze when she said that, her trusty friend was leaving. All she could do was hug her back.
“Thank you so much for all that you have done Dakota.Take Care.”
With a heavy heart Blair let Dakota knew for she knew it was something important behind her leaving. Ah the life of being a hunter sucked. She watched her friend leave and Blair stayed in the kitchen to compose herself, Blair did not want to show people her tears. With one last breath Blair carried the cider to the alcohol table, smiling at the two ladies who seemed to be the fans of the table. She saw Dare being loud as usual…and Pete and Ryan socializing….
Then she noticed the horror next to Ryan…he left his beer bottle on her brand new coffee table. She had to replace everything since her attack and boy was it expensive. This huntress did not dig the watermarks…Blair grabbed another beer for Pete because she saw him contemplating whether to get another.
Moving rather sneakily around the people in the room. Swooping in and taking two coasters out if you had blinked you would have missed Blair. She set Pete’s new beer on the coaster and then left Ryan’s beer and slide the coaster underneath. Blair quirked an eyebrow at Ryan. “Please use a coaster next time…or I’ll have to beat ya, outside...” she said with a laugh.
Blair looked at both Ryan and Pete and smiled. “If ya want to grab something to eat go ahead and do….so…..Ooooh turn the game up. I love football.” she said as her attention was diverted by the game.
However she ripped herself from the game to tell everyone to go eat. Blair had to wait until her little guests arrived, her attention was now nervously glued to the clock in her living room as she waited.
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