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#r-141

Brixton Walsh runs into Mei Toshima. Laughs are had. Tears are quelled.

Stone Corral
Stephen's smile widened as he wrapped his arms around Tamara, pulling her close. The warmth of her embrace dispelled the lingering chill of the night air.

"I missed you more than I can say,"

he murmured, resting his forehead against hers.

"I'm glad the jury duty is over. I don't want to be apart like that again."

He held her tighter, feeling the steady beat of her heart against his chest.

"While you were gone, I spent a lot of time thinking about the future, about us. I want to turn this place into something special, something we can be proud of together."

He lifted a hand to gently brush a strand of hair from her face, his gaze never leaving hers.

"I can't imagine doing any of it without you by my side....so what do you think if we ventured to make this place a little more solid, something that could bring two dreams maybe three, together in the same place? what do you think of Stone Ridge Rodeo & Stockshow endeavor...you know like build something permanent that can come around every year... pops can have his brewery distillery still going and sell during an event rodeo livestock show and entertainment maybe...woooahh getting ahead of myself."

Stone Corral
(Slips that to you)

Out

Stone Corral
Her breath caught in her throat when you turned towards her. You are so ruggedly handsome she truly is the luckiest woman alive, to be able to have you in her life forever that smile lit up your face and spoke volumes to her on how you felt

"You were were you...that is true it does feel like that"

you started to step towards her and her steps quickened for she had been away from you for too long

"I thought you would be here when I couldn't find you in the house. I missed you to baby being on the jury was interesting, but I don't want to do it again, cause it keeps me from you"

She saw all the emotions she felt for you mirrored in your eyes. When she was close enough her arms slipped around your waist

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNCSij0hUp8 Perfection!

SilverDream has started a new game with the following players:
SilverDream

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Often it can be all about mentally or emotionally reframing.

SilverDream has started a new game with the following players:
SilverDream

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 8 2 6 0 4 1 9 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " s i l v e r d r e a m " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " s i l v e r d r e a m " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 8 2 6 0 4 1 9 }

It sounds like it will be a fun cork!

SilverDream has started a new game with the following players:
SilverDream

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TAPS

That's
A
Pretty
Sundress

SUNDRESS

Stone Corral
Stephen turned at the sound of her voice, his heart skipping at the sight of Tamara approaching through the dim light of the moon and stars. She looked ethereal, the night air gently lifting her hair, her blue eyes locked onto him with an intensity that made him feel both comforted and exhilarated.

"Tamara,"

he said softly, a smile spreading across his face as she came closer.

"I was just... thinking about everything. It feels like so much has happened."

He stepped towards her, the distance between them closing.

"I'm glad you found me. I've missed you."

His gaze held hers, the unspoken emotions between them bridging the gap that the past days had created.

Stone Corral
She is on the prowl having left the confines of the house, she is searching for one she comes here and is rewarded.

She steps closer to the corral her blue eyes never leaving the form of one that stands within, he is bathed in the glow of the moon and stars making a striking figure indeed.

She moves towards you feeling the night air tickling her skin

"I thought you might be here"

It's not just her grin and her topics doing battle. It's her grin and its fade, the wavering uncertainty that plays between laughter at some of the things you say and then trepidation and understanding backslides.

Guilty smile, a sheepish looked edged with hope that you'll forgive her for not knowing. People look this way when you belt out lyrics but she just blushes hard. "I'm sorry. I missed it..." So embarrassing.

Just like it feels a little silly talking about her work when she's not famous and it's not really something she thinks many people seem to care about except for her. She's go to figure out how to make them care before she tanks the whole thing due to lack of funding, but none of it is an easy sell.

You say Holly's a natural, but the tone doesn't match up with your words and Mei draws her forearms off the table, leaning back to lace hands in her lap, face tipped up when you bolt to your feet. For a second, she thinks you're gonna address the entire room, maybe wax poetic about the quality of their cutlery or the staff working conditions. Like, do they get paid close to enough to put up with us?

But that's not what you do. Those parting words make her think you've been pulling her leg and that, in turn, pulls at the corners of her mouth so she grins again, an easy smile that reaches her eyes.

And outright laugh when you call her Mumu. "Goodnight, Brixton. Tell Holly I say hi."

She watches you go, feeling like she missed a lot of what happened tonight. Maybe you just don't like talking about people who aren't in the room. Some people are like that.

Her plate is set in front of her and the steak looks pretty decent. She picks up her knife and fork and prepares to cut in ... when her phone rings.

A clatter as she drops her cutlery and goes for her bag, tugging it out from under her chair and prying it open. Lit up in the midst of a book, a pencil case, suntan lotion and an empty reusable water bottle, is her phone.

Not work, for once, but not a call she can refuse. She stands as she answers, "Hey Mom," and she walks to the hall where the bathrooms are, not wanting to disrupt the other diners, though she's already done that plenty tonight. Quota reached.

Hushed, "You okay, Mom?" Slurred voice on the other end of the line. "Where's Dad? Can you put him on?"....

....

.... "What do you mean you're alone? Where did he go?"

.. ... .... ..... "I'll be there by morning."

She exits the hall, nearly walking into the waiter. "Sorry. Um. Hey. Do you do doggie bags....?"

She's gotta go.

((Thank you! l/p))