Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-5385060-20170831232556

Jo inserted the coins into the slot, fetched Michael a soda. She sat down on the sofa, and begun eating. She added a soda to the junk food she was forcing on Kyla.

"No! I'm not rotting my teeth with a drink that is practically ninety percent sugar," Kyla argued.

"Shut up and drink it. The only thing you'll get close to clean water in Blue Skies is rain water," Jo fired back at her.

Crabblesnitch's car pulled up more on the sidewalk, than the road. Milo staggered out the driver's seat. He looked a mess. One side of his face swollen, so he couldn't even see out that eye. "I told you I could drive!" Milo informed Leroy, who was getting out the passenger seat.

"I said you shouldn't, not that you couldn't," Leroy yelled at him. They saw Ryan stood outside. "What you doing out here? Get back in."

Milo staggered in, and collapsed on the old mattress near the vending machine. Jo jumped up to get a cold soda from the machine to hold to the side of his face.

"What the fuck happened?" Jo demanded, applying the cold can to the swollen side of his face.

He hissed and winced, the moment the coldness touched his skin. "They were after me all along. The text about you was to lure me out," Milo explained.

Leroy held the door open, looking at Ryan implying he should get in ASAP.