Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-5385060-20180224062926

"I'm fine!" Jo insisted. She wasn't fine. Even her posture was a little drooped.

Milo snapped into leader mode, making sure to help Jo as quickly and smoothly as possible. "Mike, we'll take her to your van, could you drop her off at our storage container? I'll give you my key. I own it, Edgar's crew won't come near." He turned to Josh. "You tell the cheerleaders their job is finished for today."

"I got my key," Jo cut in. "It's in one of my pockets..." She found it in one of the pockets that originally came with the pants.

Josh nodded, and hurried over to the cheer leaders. The only one he seemed to actually talk to without turning into a blushing wreck was Kyla. He had been there, dated that, pissed her off, and got dumped. He told them they could go. All three girls were glad to get a chance to get the terrible make up and worse clothes off themselves, and left without objection.

Milo turned to Leroy, pointed, "Leroy..."

"On it," Leroy replied. "Oi, Jo!"

"What?" she replied, turning around.

Before she could say anything, Leroy grabbed her and carried her over his shoulder fire man style. She was too tired to object.

"Michael, can I have the keys to the van?" Leroy asked. "She can sleep in there, while we pack all this up."