[ prp ] local expertise (America & Chel)

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Text from America:
hey sugar honey qtpea
im back 😘
know any nice but cheap areas in town
i wanna get a house

 

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Text to Redhead: o s**t wb

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Text to Redhead: u ned a place? u can crash @ my honse if u need it

 

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chiickadee

Text from America:
i still got my lil camper 😉
but ive decided to move here forreals
i wanna buy a nice house
with a garden
and a sunny kitchen
and make curtains for it
n stuff
so im looking at neighborhoods first
feeling it out with my ******** heart you know
but also $$$$$ is not my heart

 

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Text to Redhead: i got a buddy who might b able 2 help u

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Text to Redhead: that sounded sketchy buts hes kool

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Text to Redhead: u wanna hang?

 

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chiickadee

Text to Chel's Bells:
as long as hes not gonna take me on a tour of meth houses
one is enough for a lifetime and also my uncle sampson is here and also on parole because meth houses

chiickadee

Text to Chel's Bells:
yeah i missed you 😘
and i heard crazy stuff happened

 

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lizbot

Text to Redhead: u missed me? wel s**t

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Text to Redhead: meet me @ jericos ya?

Chel walked the allotted distance to Jericho's, a local pub that Chel fancied for it's sleezy atmosphere (complete with torn cushion seats and cheap beer) and easy accessibility.

Even if America didn't show she'd still probably have a good time regardless.  

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While she waited, Chel would find herself hit on by an excessively ordinary looking guy who was also low key wasted. In his late 30's and maybe a little rough around the edges when you looked past the this guy is definitely an accountant-veneer, he tried to sidle in next to her, cheap beer in hand.

"Are you a 45 degree angle? Because you're perfect."

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[chiickadee]

Chel did not understand that joke.

She really didn't.

But she could pretend like she did and say, "Ayyyy. You come up with that yerself?"

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[lizbot]

"Not the only thing coming up, babe." Winky face. Fingergun.

chiickadee

 

[chiickadee]

Chel raised a confident eyebrow.

"You sayin' you got a boner? Ain't that embarrassin' an' s**t?"

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Well now it was.

Brow crinkling, the man thought it over and maybe he'd have even come up with an answer had he not been interrupted by America clearing her throat loudly. "Uncle Sampson."

The redhead, normally bouyant and girlish, suddenly took on the demeanor of an elderly matriarch, ready and set to lecture a wayward son who should know better.

"Wow, look at the time," the man-who-didn't-look-like-any-sort-of-Sampson looked at his wrist, presumably where a watch once was but is no longer. "It was real great meeting you miss, miss...Miss Pink. Good luck with those tax returns! Love you, Meri, gonna go do some...boating!"

There was practically a little cartoon cloud left behind as he skedaddled.

America sighed and then brightened, once more a cheery teenager as she got a good look at Chel and went in for the hug. "I'm glad you're in one piece!"

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[chiickadee]

Chel was pissed because she'd been reaching for his beer and had a very clever one liner all wound up and everything.

But America was hugging her and Chel stood up to return the hug- big and comforting, like always. "Now we gotta pay fer beer. I hope yer happy you gorgeous sonnuva-b***h."

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"I'll pay up," America laughed. It was worth it. Sampson was only supposed to be in town a couple more days, and she was determined to keep him out of trouble and also her pretty friend's pants.

"I've even got some awful pickup lines, so you don't miss out on the song n' dance."

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[chiickadee]

"Have me home by 8 or my daddy'll get real mad," she told America with a roll of her eyes.

She threw herself back into the barstool she'd been seated at. She wasn't about to deny America if she wanted to pay for everything. "So that's yer uncle?"

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"Yeah, drove the UHaul up for me. I guess he got into a bit of trouble, so everyone thought it best if he lay low outside of Florida for a bit." Gesturing to the bartender, America negotiated for the closest thing Jericho's offered to an umbrella drink.

Turning to Chel, she squints a little and then slowly begins, "I think there might be something wrong with my eyes. I..." a grin, shameless, "I can't take them off of you."

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