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Cullen Bohannon ([info]cullen_bohannon) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
@ 2016-08-10 04:42:00

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Entry tags:!closed, ~cullen bohannon, ~sookie stackhouse

Who: Bohannon and Sookie
Where: Starting at his apartment
What: First date
When: Backdated to Friday
Rating: TBD
Open: Noooo
Status: On going

Bohannon rested his backend against the side of the couch. It was easier to wait for her knock there, than it would have been to take a seat and need to stand with haste. His cane within reach.

He had given himself a good while to get ready. Knowing from experience, even with help, it took time to spit shine. He'd trimmed his beard, not close, but so he didn't look like he could take on a bear. His hair was clean, the ends trimmed so they looked less frazzled. His boots were spit shined, his hat was even clean. He'd got out his sharpest blacks, and crispest white shirt. Even went to the extent of tying a black ribbon tie around his collar.

Bohannon pulled the shined up pocketwatch from it's place, and clicked it open. This wasn't his rodeo, but it sure as hell felt like it.



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[info]cullen_bohannon
2016-08-27 06:27 am UTC (link)
"There's only been a few times that I started the shooting first. You?" She didn't strike him as a guns and bullets sort of woman, but maybe he was wrong. She did strike him as someone with a strength that he could find back home. And maybe just as stubborn too.

Bohannon grinned at her when she repeated something he'd said. "Yeah, well, can't say I was wrong. Preroasted stuff is almost as bad. And I'm pretty sure that the instant is drinking dirt that the cattle got to first." Carefully he poured her up a mug, and, without the cane, he hobbled it over to her without spilling a drop, before he went to the fridge, to snag the sugar cubes, and cream. "And I'm pretty sure that flavored shit," He gave her an apologetic glance, before continuing on. "Ain't from a cow at all." He set the cream carafe within her reach, along with the sugar bowl.

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