Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-5385060-20180301165314

"She'll be sweet for friday," Leroy replied. "It's her meds. Doctors can't get 'em right. She don't take them, she is up for days until she crashes. She does take them, and she ain't herself. As good as zombie Jo. All she needs is sleep. We should be alright practising without her." He carried her toward the door. "See ya at practise tomorrow." Leroy headed inside, placed Jo on the mattress. Managed to get her shoes off her. He pulled the blanket over her. He sat down on the sofa and started texting.

One hour later...

Milo approached the overpass. There were no greasers around tonight. Good. Saved him the bother of getting revenge if they tried anything. They did have some pretty sweet custom hot rods that blew up quite nicely. They were also all locked up in garages. Hey, a man can dream.

He leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets.