Roll Up Your Jeans ((OPEN))

[doglady13]

Kasey sighed. Just another day in parradise. Not. More like hell. Especially this morning. It was a cold, wet version of Hell. The rain was tap tap tapping on the galss of his bedroom window pane. His head hurt. The two dogs he always had colse at hand were on his bed. Wind Twister, the sweeter of the two, thumped her tail rythmycly on the beac spread. Bad Action, the more rambunctious, staired out the window distanefully. He wanted a bright, sunny day as much as Kasey himself. North Carolina sun was the best kind. At this point though, anuthing would do.

Sighing once more, the cowboy dragged himself out of bed. Flopping back the covers over his dogs, cracking his neck, sighing again. It was a God damn rut. Something he had succumbed to after dad died. Something that really really sucked. He truly hated the fact that he had the same routiene every morning. Mor accurately, this routiene. He was supposed to go drink a pot of coffee, or stop at the coffee shop on his way to work. Walk in the side door of the Inn and take up his place as mannager. Or, as he more recentally had become accustomed to, mucking around in the woods in the back of the Inn, ignoring the same duties he had for a solid ten years.

The pelting rain made Kasey feell different. Okay, so it had been pelting for the past two days, but today he felt different. Not a bad different either. Instead of getting up and putting on kaki pants and a non-plaid button down shirt, he dug a pair of Wranglers from the laundrey basket. He'd only worn them once, and they didn't even smell. Pulling them on, he rooted for his belt. Not the plain one he wore to work every day, the one he had last worn on the plain back from North Carolina. The one he had worn to dad's funeral. The one he was wearing the last time he truly saw home.

It took him a what felt like a few minutes, but it was really about fourty five. Mom called while he was feeding the dogs. "Where are you? You're late. are you dying? Did you oversleep?" She dimanded when Kasey picked up on the second ring. "No, mom. I have a headache. I'm staying home." His voice was calm and measured. He did not need his mother screaming at him. Plus, what he told her wasn't exactally a lie. He was just trying to make it sound like it wasn't the same headache he had since learning he may never see his step siblings and his home ever again. "Fine. I expect you in first thing tommorrow though. Goodbye!" Kasey hung up without annother word. Somethimes, okay, most times, his mother really got on his nerves. He could not stand her, and the one time he had away from her he was now also spending here. This place wasn't a home. It was a prison.

Wind Twister almost always opted to stay in the house when Kasey went for walks. The coward was affraid of the ocean. She was used to the sparkling pond in the back pasture. Here, the greyish blueish waves lapped and raged mersilessly. Bad Action was his one comapnion for the walk. The amber and hazel-eyed border collie followed him without a lead.

Kasey took a deep breath. The sound of the waves calmed him. The rain washed over his bare torso, face and calves. The sand squished between his feet. He kept up a light jog and allowed Action to stray ahead of him. That dog had a mind of his own. Kasey's mind wandered as much as the dog. It was times like this where he payed the least attention to his surroundings and the most to his thoughts.


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done, done and donner

[FINN RYLIE JAMISON]

Finn opened her eyes to pitch blackness, the kind only achieved through strategy and determination. The left hand side of her bed was occupied by a night stand which held two things, a small lamp and a clock. The display on the latter read two hours later than she'd thought she'd sleep which mean it was half past time to get her ass out of bed and get something done. Her editor was already on her ass about the new novel she'd promised to have done nearly a week ago. Motivation was there too bad the muse had taken a vacation. One chapter left to finish and she'd gotten one word. THE. Which could start any multitude of sentences none of which would make their way to the paper.

Her semi dainty left hand touched the base of the lamp illuminating the room in a soft glow. Any normal person would be struggling in the basking luminescence, but not Finn. She even preferred to work in the dark which accounted for her sallow skin. 'I should really get some sun... I live on the beach for fucks sake.' She thought idly to herself as she rose and moved to her free standing wardrobe to pick out today's garments.

Her mood was semi less gloomy than days past so she chose an array of dark hued blues for today, even going as far as a blue hat that nearly covered her head. She was her main character personified. It helped her get in the grove sometimes to dress and act in the characters mind set. Become the book. Only her ending would be a sight better than Mrs. Darrius's... the poor woman would be dead by the end of the book. With in the next twenty pages blue would be sprayed with blood. Somehow that made the color less appealing.

Upstairs the rooms were much better lit. The place had been purchased pre-furnished. Not a stitch of the current occupants profession nor personality could be deduced from walking in. And that's how she liked it. Padding across the floor Finn soon found herself in front of her large refrigerator. An orange strawberry smooth later and her eyes came to rest outside. A dismal day, it would call for rain and possible swells where the ocean would seem relentless. Perfect day to go outside and pick up some inspiration. A smile crept onto her face, which was a rarity in itself let alone the Cheshire style that she now graced the empty room with.

Outside, her yard was covered in sand and a multitude of miscellaneous items the sea had so generously given. From her back patio she could see a stray jelly fish that had been washed out of its home. Briefly, she debated putting the poor thing out of its misery before she realized why she was out there to begin with. Inspiration for a grizzly end to a novel of suspicion and death.

The note pad, a writers best friend made its way from pocket to hand along with an ink pen that had been used and re-filled so many times. The cap had teeth marks both new and old. It was a beloved friend. She would have remained at the creature but alas, once a brief spur stirred her ambitions it meant it was time to move on follow instinct. So she walked eyes close on a bias with the sea. Until her body made solid contact with another. "OMPH" came from her mouth as she fell backward on her ass. She didn't apologize nor did she get up. Instead she looked him up and down.

Not bad looking. But not a star either which intrigued her more. Something about him made her want to keep looking. So she did. It wasn't like there was a law against staring. Though in retrospect he might get the wrong idea. If there was in fact a wrong idea to be gotten. Sometimes being a writer was a pain in the head.

[doglady13]

Kasey was back in his own world. The world of sun, sand, wake boarding, bulls, rodeo, most of all, his cowgirl. The girl that had stolen his heart. He ended up breaking up with her the last time he was in North Carolina. When he went down South that one last time, possibly the last time he would ever see her again. Her raven black hair with the tell-tale red streaks. His red streaks. She had put them in to match JB's chaps who knows how long before. They had been mabye 14 then, and "just friends." But the last time he had been in Carolina, he had been greeted in the air port with more than "just a friend." He had taken off once more without "a friend."

As Kasey jogged, his mind also went to the ranch. His step-sister ran it now. Well, with his two step brother's help. And uncle Jimmy. The place was in good hands. It felt weird, thinking that his true home was in "good hands." Dad should have been running it. Until his true time came, his were then only hands it should have been in.

Thinking of the ranch brought Kasey to another place. A place where the wind, the sun, the family, the rodeo and the surf were all that mattered. Mooresville was right on the ocean, and wakeboarding was the most amazing cross-training in the world. Plus, wakeboarding was good when you were hurt. The worst that could happen was you could drown. Kasey could think of a thousand other, and worse, ways to die, just in rodeo.

Kasey felt pretty well alone, so he began to drift. The place in front of his eyes was no longer the gloomy beach in Wells, Maine. No. He was back home. The moisture that ran off his skin was the first summer rain. The first thunder and lightning of the new season. What was a wet, dreary cold was now a bright, sunny day, it just so happened the fluffy white clouds were dumping rain. Kasey's bare feet were no longer toutching sand. It was long field grass. The kind that would take him down and brake his ankle in three places if he was not careful. It had not been mowed as long as he could remember. At 14, he could not remember too long, but what he was thinking was that even though the field needed mowing, he did not want it too be. The scent of the hay field across the next fence was incredible. It was summer and home, all wrapped up. The best part of his life.

The illusion could not last. "oof!" something hit Kasey full on. He could usually contain the 'oof' factor, but this took him by surprize. Okay, It was a somebody, not a some thing. A blonde somebody. "Allright Finn, I know y'all ain't seen me for a while, but don't look at me like ya ain't never seen me before," he sighed and offered the blonde a hand. Finn had been around this town a while, and they had exchanged pleasentries before. He had been wrather anit-social since last winter, when he learned he was trapped here for possibly the rest of his life.



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558, not as long as i liked, but DONE!

[FINN RYLIE JAMISON]

Finn shook her head. Yes she'd seen Kasey before but she hadn't seen him. If that made sense. Normally a guy like him wasn't even on her radar but today she wasn't herself she was Penelope Darius. And he was totally her type. Musical with that whole essence of a cowboy going on. Completed even further by the Southern drawl.

Penelope was the typical southern belle. So today, so was Finn. Her hand went up to his bashfully as she allowed a light blush to tinge her cheeks. "I ain't never really looked." she let slip from her lips. The words tasted funny in her mouth but the accent dribbled out believable but nothing more. She would really have to work on that before her next book.

The next one was intended for a Georgia plot. She was going to take her hand at Romance at her editors request. If she were to be entirely honest with herself, she'd wanted to take a hand at a new genre for a while. Murder got old pretty fast. But if she was going to romance she was going add he own flair. Aliens maybe, or vampires. Yes vampires they were seductive. And maybe have it take place here instead of Georgia. A little town off the beaten path. A little publicity couldn't hurt.

Great now she was out of character. And still staring. Even worse she still had his hand. This was so embarrassing. So she pulled her hand back. "Sorry.. trying to get into the mind of my character... I'm not very good at playing the damsel in distress am I?"

She already knew the answer. Damsel in distress was something other girls did. Other girls gave up. Died. But not her. She'd proved that a long time ago when the option of kill or be killed hit her like a brick. She'd become an animal. One of the psychopaths from her novels. Someone she vowed never to become again. A vow that she broke every time she dug into her head for inspiration on new ways for her killer to re-invent themselves from book to book. Strangle, shoot, cut, drown... all were too a typical ways that realistic killers would hunt their prey. And it was boring. Any idiot could pick up a gun or a knife. Hell piano wire was even something readily available in a modern society.

'Note to self, find places that sell piano wire' She thought to herself. Little research mission's always kept her mind busy. The smell of sea salt was beginning to make her nauseous and she could yet again taste the smoothly she'd had for breakfast. It was no where near as delicious now.

"So what brings you out here? You don't seem the type to be drawn to the sea." She queried. And he really didn't. Kasey fit better with the sand than the surf. A rodeo boy if she had to guess. They hadn't really sat down long enough to chat about anything important. To be honest she was trying to figure him out. "This sea air is making me sick... want to head somewhere dry?"

The surf was starting to wave in vengeance. If the clouds didn't soak them the unrelenting ocean would. Normally she was the last person to invite people back home. Today she felt generous.

[doglady13]

Kasey inhailed the sea spray. It mixed and mingeled with the smell of the rain and made him feel alive. Rasing his face to it, he sighed. The whipping wind made his face sting. A healthy sting. A sting that could only mean one thing. He was alive. The bright light and spark of life burned and crackeled within him.

Kasey never really gave Finn to much of a good look either. She was his neighbor, and she lived in town. He also had gone completely down after things had ended with his girlfriend in the South. She had been his everything, and he was hers. Now that they were apart for who knew how long, Kasey was having issues. The idea that mabye she was with someone else also scared him to death. Any news of that would be to him that day, if not that minute, thanks to Shane. It was nice having a brother.

"Finn, last I checked, y'all were Finn. The whole southern thing ain't y'all," Kasey grinned and gentally bumped her shoulder. She was a writer, and quite the actress some days, but the fact that he had been aquainted with her since she blwe into this town made it, well, just weird. People don't go southern just like that. It's not something that happens over night. Kasey was overthinking it though. Just like usual. Over analyzing and over thinking everything. Only something he had done since dad passed.

"I sorley wouldn't know Miss Finn, never mannaged to meet me one o' them Damsels. Especially them in distress. Just not my deal," he paused to grin. "I like to think so anyway," Kasey sighed again. The last time he had been around a pissed off girl, she was far from a damsel. That was what she liked to think any way. His rough and tough cowgirl. When he left, she was sobbing her heart out. Shane had to keep a death grip on her so she would not go after the plain. Kasey had been crying to. Silently, the tears had run down his face. The last words he had said to her were 'Even though I have to go, I'll love you forever. Never forget that. Hold tough,' and he had borded the plain.

It was the somber thought that heald his mind. He had pushed it away for so long now. The prick of tears were behind his eyes. No. He wouldn't cry infront of Finn. He barely knew her and didn't really show his marshmellow bear side to anyone. He was tought and strong. One hell of a cowboy. That was who he was and who he would always be.


Hastily, he whiped the mist from his eyes. It stund almost as much as salt water in his eyes. Unpleasant sting. "My anscestors thought that the Ocean was a great and powerful place. I've gotta agree. Plus, mabye a bit of summer nostalgia. Wakeboarding is amazing cross training for rodeo, and the Ocean is sick," Without thinking, his hand closed into the 'fist of rock.' Middle and ring finger down, thumb tucked in. It was a victory gesture that most of the people he had riden with sincea young age used. "Plus, the only place i can do this, Kasey tucked into a back hand spring, the a cartwheel, "is on sand, He laughed. "Y'all dont seem like too much of a sea fairing maiden yourself," he added. To Kasey, Finn was an author, and really couldn't see her doing much of anything else.

"Yeah, sure. I'd just need to bring tha thing back home. I doubt any body would want a soaked border collie inside a confined space. He hasn't had a bath in too long," Kasey laughed more and pointed to the black and white animal bobbing in the water. "Bad action! Bring it in!" He called out to the Border Collie who obediently came in. Ksaey moved a little closer to Finn. The back of his hand brushed hers. He couldn't say he minded.


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714 and DUN!

[FINN RYLIE JAMISON]

Finn looked at the dog and had to admit that he was right. She didn't want the scruffy creature in her house, and the smell wasn't the only issue. "Okay I'll go with you," She spoke before her mind caught up with her mouth. As her hand grazed his she had a slight urge to intertwine their fingers. She resisted. Barely.

This wasn't a common feeling for her. Normally raw emotions like this tended to avoid her like the plague. So to be honest she had no idea what to do with them. And it was pissing her off. Her face scrunched in mild irritation that grew every minute. Having her body heating in cool outdoors should have felt good. But it didn't. It felt wrong.

As they walked the pooch home she tried to keep her mind on the book rather than the current predicament she got herself into. When that didn't work she stared down at the sand crunching beneath her feet. The sound was almost comforting. Almost. Her hand moved almost rhythmically into her hair as she took the hat off. It felt all plastered down. The character wouldn't have minded, but it bugged Finn something awful. Her head itched like crazy now. 'Note to self do not wear hats.' The note would go forgotten and she knew it but it was something to occupy her mind. A mind that ever wandered into the land of make believe.

Finn's day to day world was wrought with the fantasies of a sociopath, dripping with blood and caked with various bodily fluids long gone bad. Full of fish hooks and screams. To be honest her writing would be the only reason she could sleep at night. An outlet for the never ending pain that existed during waking hours as well as during times of rest.

Today was different. She was relaxed with this man she barely knew. "My place or wanna get some food?"

[doglady13]

Kasey raised his handsome face to the grey and blue marbeled sky. The rain dirpped and slid down the high plains of his cheeks and slope of his nose. It felt more than good. More than amazing. It was perfect, the rain was what he needed. Wahsing down the world, making everything feel fresh and washed anew. Making everything clean, everything smell sweet and fresh. It was beautiful to Kasey, and that was what it felt. Beauty, pure and simple.

But, of course, a cowboy distracted was a clumsy cowboy. Between the rain, the sand, and Finn, he was more than distracted. Bad Action was not helping any either. The border collie frisked happily, glad to be out and about. He also seemed to want nothing to do with Finn. Wether or not that was a good or bad thing, that was yet to be seen. That dog was a one man dog, and kasey was 'that one man.'

But, anaway. A distracted cowboy can be a clumsy cowboy. An abnormaly large wave came in, as the tide was rising. Kasey was rather oblivious. He was in mid step, so of course, he went down. Landing square on his ass, in the water. Well then. He was not always the smoothest infront of the ladies, but he tried. Now, he was soaked. Atleast he was wearing nothing but his denim Wranglers and black boxers. Wet denim was never fun, but his prizon-oops, house, was not too far.

As if to make things worse, the rain started to pour. It had been steady before, but this was just bad. The rain flood down with a vengance, a vengance like no other. It was crazy. With the wetness of his skin, the pelting drops stung his skin. Yelping, he grabbed Finn's hand and yelled "Come on! My place ain't too far!" He pulled her along gentally and tried to sprint at the same time. He was fast, and that was that.

His battered blue house was in sight fast. Bad action loped infront of him and nosed open the latch. There were no valuables in the house, so when he was out for a short amount of time, he only latched the extiorer door, so Wind Twister couldnt get out.

"Come on in, Twister is amazing, I need to get rid of theese jeans," Kasey held open the screen door for Finn. The inside of his house was in a bit of dissary, but not too bad. A couple paris of jeans and socks were in his green laundry basket by the door to his laundry room/ bath room. He hit the power button on the docking station for his blue ipod and one of his favorite songs blasted through the speakers. "Bit loud eh?" He asked Twister who sat at his feet, wagging his tail excitedly.

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484, whatever. DONE at this point

[FINN RYLIE JAMISON]

As soon as his hand was on hers Finn was uncomfortable, but she followed anyway. What choice did she have? Her heart beat sped up of its own accord and she could swear she felt the color rising in her cheek. Disgusted with herself she hoped he wouldn't see the blush. Most guys found it adorable and most girls were happy to oblige. Not Finn. She was more than happy to be a tough Tom boy. Every little display of weakness irritated her to the point of self loathing. A horror writer should have a stony exterior that showed nothing of an interior softness. Should be as mysterious as their characters and twice as interesting. In her mind anyway that's the way it was supposed to be.

The rain had now soaked her through and she was cold. The top she'd chosen wasn't white but close enough and her bra was showing through. That wouldn't normally bother her but today for some reason she'd felt self conscious about it. And her face reddened more. As the passed the threshold she lifted here head to focus her eyes on something besides her feet.

Curiously surveying what would be Kasey's domain. His castle. Not much of a castle though, she had to admit. It was more of a bachelor pad. Four walls made simply to contain possessions not a fortitude meant to protect anything beyond sentimental value. The other dog, she observed seemed dry and slightly more mellow that the frisky creature she'd come into brief contact with on the beach. Though he didn't look like he'd enjoyed a bath anymore recent than his counter part. She reached out and patted his head awkwardly.

She really was better with children than animals. With children she somewhat knew what to expect, animals seemed so much more wild. Savage. Even the gentile animal before her had her slightly on edge. That could be in part to the fact that she'd been bitten as a tot. The memory of the incident was vague but there nonetheless.

From the animal her eyes scanned the walls. A southern theme met her eyes, not surprisingly. And she had to smile. Was anything about this man that was a surprise. Any hidden depths to his cowboy facade. Actually could it be considered a facade if it was the real deal? Probably not. Kasey's complete honesty was a welcome change to the hustle of fake faces most people put off but it was also boring. At that moment she knew for certain she wouldn't be basing a character in one of her books on him. Not a main one at any rate.

Her feet were beginning to hurt from the wet slopping platforms she'd chosen to wear. Briefly she pondered asking him if he had anything dry for her to wear but she thought better of it. Why would a guy like him have old girlfriend cast offs laying about? And she highly doubted anything of his would fit her.

" Where do you want me?" She asked speculating where the best place for her to roost would be. " I don't want to get your house all wet... I think 'Action' is doing a good enough job of that on his own with out my help."

[doglady13]

Kasey grinned as he presented his imprisoning force to Finn. It was no more than a box to keep out the majority of the elements. Most days, it was not like he wanted the elements out either. The sun and the wind. The earth and the rain. The mother of them all was theese elements. She put them here to help the people. His ancestors embrced the elements. The rain brought them life and made their crops thrive. It healed the animals so carefully domesticated. It wahsed the land and it's inhabitants clean from all sin and impurity.

Kasey sighed and twisted the volume on his docking station. 'We Rode In Trucks' by Luke Bryant was playing at a soft volume now. He grinned wider as Twister pushed her broad but soft head against Finn's hand. "Anywhere ya like, jus' take a seat," Kasey did not have a couch, or much of a seating area. There were 4 chairs at the small table in the kitchen area. The ratty wooden table that came with the house had seen better days. The house was something of a hand-me-down, from his mother's mother's sister. If that made any sense what so ever.

[be]"Oh Lord, Finn, your soaked,"[/b] Kasey's voice was full of concern. He did not want her getting sick, even if she was just an aquaintance thus far. "My sister left a pair of jeans in my rodeo trunk, I'll grab them, if y'all want," he really was conserned. "Bad Action! let the girl lie, your sister is better soaked than my bed!" He chuckeled to his dog. Going to the refrigerator, he realized, a bit embarassed, that it was still covered with the pictures he had taken over his last trip south.

His "girlfriend" was smattered as the most frequent of the pictures. The female of all his love intrest currentaly, Stump Whiskey. The mare was as sweet as she was spicy, in temper and in color. The firey chestnut of her coat mixed with the sweet creamy white of her flank markings. "Want something to drink. Coffee? Tea? Mountain Dew?" He asked as he grabbed a Mountain Dew Code Red for himself. He was addicted to them, even though the caffene was not always the best for him. He raked a hand through his rain soaked hair and shook it out a little bit like the dogs.

The pictures that hung from his walls depicted much of daily life. all of them had been taken by either Kasey or Shane. Gague and Bee on the tractors and horses, having a great time at the lake, or just plain being kids. Pictures from the winner's circle at the county fair, rodeos and horse shows.
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DuNn DuNn and DuNnEr!

[FINN RYLIE JAMISON]

It took her a moment to process what he'd just said. Did he really mean that she should sit anywhere? In these soaked clothes? No. That couldn't be right. Her mothers voice rang clear in her ears with a nagging shrill demanding that she stand by the door while shes wet. Obediently she stood firm looking at him skeptically. Until of course he offered something dry. She was all for that and as she opened her mouth to respond to him she noticed the pictures on the refrigerator. The frequent images of his ex-girlfriend who could have been his sister for all she knew caused jealousy to erupt in her throat. For a brief moment she debated turning down his kind offer. But another squish of her soaked shoes which she was dying to get out of made that choice impossible. "If you don't mind... I'd be grateful for the jeans, and I'll take a soda ... thanks. She replied courteously. Perhaps more courteously that she would have under normal circumstances.

There was an urge welling up from somewhere deep in her stomach to impress him. It wasn't something she was used to. This was very much a characteristic she might write into her books. A big of romance always came out even when someone was attempting to avoid it like the plague. A crush. The signs were there but that didn't mean she was ready to admit it either to herself or him yet. Anyway what good would it do? He was still obviously oblivious to any other woman than the one in all the pictures.

It left an odd pit in her stomach that was not exactly unfamiliar. It had happened last time she'd allowed herself to spend time with anyone of the male persuasion. Which explained why she she was known in town as the loner. Yet parties often were hosted in her loft in direct correlation to her book releases. So how she could be a loner she had no idea.

Her eyes were drawn again to the walls. Sentimentality again. Her home was nothing like this. She was pristine and secretive. He was completely open. The pictures on the wall showed his life experiences. It didn't appear that he was as camera shy as she was. And not at all un-attractive.

"I didn't know you had a sister," She decided to get him talking again. Her thoughts were starting to depress her.

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Kasey rolled his eyes as Fin stood firmly near the door. "Seriously, nothing here is going to be hurt by water, theres been much, much worse," Kasey was a wash ane wear type of guy. Water was this land's life blood, and he truly had no issue with it being around anywhere. He may be a Capercorn, Earth sign, but water was no issue for him at all.

Kasey nearly tossed the one-leiter bottle to the girl out of pure habbit. Nothing was handed usually, just thrown. Little hand to hand contact was made, as both parites usually had hands caked in dirt, mud, or on the occasional off day, cow or horse shit. Er, maunre. He walked akwardly across the room and handed her the Code Red. He sat on the countertop that ran around the room, his usual spot. Just settling for a moment to crack open the Dew with his teeth and take a couple swigs.

"Yeah, Beezy's my wonderful," He let the sarcasm in his voice fill him up with a sigh. "Step sister. Well, technically atleast. People mistake her as being actually blood related all the time," he let out another gusty sigh. He missed his step siblings and half brother more than words could say. He also felt bad that his step mother had to run the entire ranch on her own. "She's the girl in all the pictures, Gague is with her, my younger half brother. Shane could have been my twin, and again, mistaken as such," he sighed heavily once more. "I have more pictures on my lap top if you want," he offered. "Pictures of my girlfriend," He trailed off for a moment, a glint in his eye he could not surpress. "Her name is Stump Whiskey, quarterhorse Percheron cross," He was serious, she was his girl friend.

"So, jeans. I'll grab you one of my T-Shrits too, if ya want..." he trailed off as he lept gracefuly off the counter top. Wind Twister went over to her water bowl and sighed deeply. She seemed to miss home as much as Kasey. Bad Action as well. They seemed to miss the sun, sand, ocean, cattle, horses, fairs and hearding trials.

Jogging across the small kitchen, he went to the door immeadiatley to the left of the entracnce to the small house. He hit his knees near the beauro that heald most of the clothes he usually wore. The latch on his rodeo trunk was stiff, as it had always been, but he was able to jar it open with a little fight. Instantally, he was hit with the smells of home land. The tall hay in the fields, the red dirt, everything hit him like a speeding semi. Everything had a bit of the red dirt of home on it. His bull spurrs, horse spurrs, bucking horse riggings for bearback, riggings for saddle bronc, his favorite saddle, The bridel that was once Miss Raddish's, his riding vest. All the stuff heald sentimental value, but it had not been toutched since he packed it so many moons ago.

The trunk was a beast. A bottomless pit. The black and brown leather was scuffed and covered with stickers. 'Got Border Collie?' was one of the most repittive, as well as 'got ducks?' and 'got balls?' as well as 'Got Sheep?' Some of them were old sayings, general cowboy stuff, as well as Roy Rogers and John Wayne. He smiled to himself and ran a farmer's tanned finger over the stickers.

The jeans were at the bottom, and covered with the red dust and soaked with the smells and seemingly feeling of home. He would look like a dork if he out right sniffed them, but he did pretend to be looking for something in the trunk, leaned over and in hailed. The smell was overpowering and nearly brought tears to Kasey's green eyes. He missed it dearly, and it was what was home.

[FINN RYLIE JAMISON]

Finn took the soda gratefully. Her hand clutched it but she didn't open it yet. She was still wet and uncomfortable. The outfit she'd chosen was sticking to her legs chafing them. All in all she was not a happy woman. "Thanks," she said automatically. She hadn't missed how this cowboy nearly hurled the thing to her. To be honest it wouldn't have bothered her if he had. She went to enough wild parties in her youth that her hand eye coordination was top notch when she wasn't in full on klutz mode. Then again maybe it was a good idea that he hadn't after all. The shoes she was wearing didn't work well for fast movements.

She listened as he spoke. She couldn't help it, his voice had a calming effect, and now she was becoming lax with him. Taking his advise to take a seat she kicked her shoes off by the door more for the fact that she didn't want to wear them than she didn't want to soak his stuff. He'd after all expressed that he didn't give a flying f*** if his s*** got ruined. One of the chairs called her name so she sat only to end up with a fury head on her lap.

The large eyes staring up at her made her smile and she couldn't help but placate the animal with a scratch behind the ears. She couldn't be sure which one it was but their head was incredibly soft regardless of the fact that it was obvious they ran free most of the time. Maybe now it was time to reconsider her no pet rule. 'No Finn you know what happened last time... with the fish.' she chastised herself internally.

Bitterness spread when he began talking about his family. A sister and a brother, how lucky he was. Her family had never been that close... no family portraits and family time consisted of sitting in the family room and squabbling over the television. When they weren't beating the crap out of each other or rather her. "Must be nice to have siblings, It gets awful lonely when you're by yourself all the time." she whispered not knowing why she was willing to out herself to him.

"It sounds like you guys have a lot of fun, the pictures say it all too don't they?" she really hadn't meant to sound bitter. It just came out that way. Her tone however changed when he'd started talking about his girlfriend. A horse. Seems this cowboy was into animal loving. So she laughed leaving the smile on her face as he again extended the invitation for clothes. "Yes please!"

When he'd brought the clothes out for her she looked like a kid on Christmas morning. It was going to feel awesome to get out of these wet and grimy clothes. "Got somewhere I can change cowboy?" She teased lightly.