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Who:Myrene Carnegie and Mark Grayson
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Rene's House
Rating/Warnings: None
Status: WIP.
Rene sped down the highway, the air whipped at her face from the top of her convertible being down. She turned onto the side street that lead to her beach front house. She was late from picking up the pineapple smoothies she agreed to pick up. Hopefully she'd beat him back to her house, nothing worse than arriving and finding your host absent. She slowed to a stop and made her final turn. She saw a tall, familiar looking guy and slowed down before pulling over. She smiled and leaned over the passenger side, "Hey Mark! Wanna lift?"
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Rene's House
Rating/Warnings: None
Status: WIP.
Rene sped down the highway, the air whipped at her face from the top of her convertible being down. She turned onto the side street that lead to her beach front house. She was late from picking up the pineapple smoothies she agreed to pick up. Hopefully she'd beat him back to her house, nothing worse than arriving and finding your host absent. She slowed to a stop and made her final turn. She saw a tall, familiar looking guy and slowed down before pulling over. She smiled and leaned over the passenger side, "Hey Mark! Wanna lift?"