Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-4059927-20170831225713

Michael stepped inside and sat on the lounge chair adjacent to the couch. He leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head, and he could be heard snoring seconds later.

Ryan grabbed a soda from the machine and leaned against the wall. They still had to wait for Milo and Leroy to arrive. Once they did he wondered what their next step would be in this whole situation. He yawned, and rubbed his eyes. He felt drained of all energy, hopefully the soda would facilitate some of the fatigue he was feeling at this time. He looked over at Michael, fast asleep, and wished that he could dose off that qucikly. There was currently far too much going on for him to sleep. They were still being pursued and they didn't even know who it was who was following them, or what they wanted. If they were paid to take out Jo why prolong it?