JTM wakes up from his cot snapping to unexpectedly. The visions of Seline and the boys race through his mind for the past few nights. He forgets he’s not in his usual bed and crashes off the cot to the floor hard, almost knocking the empty beer bottle off the crate.

“Ow!! God dammit!!! Mother fucker!!!”

He picks himself up slowly, clutching his stomach, stretching abit, his bones popping loudly. Still not completely awake, he starts looking for his fridge, but can’t find it.

“Oh fuck!!! I’ve been robbed again!!! Shit!!! Hey Barbie, Where’s the….”

He then looks over to where Kalie is slumbering, and quickly realizes where he is. He quickly slaps his hand over his mouth so as not to disturb her…at least he hopes he hasn’t. He reaches for the cooler opening the red container as quietly as he can. He pulls out a cold one, setting it next to the empty beer bottle there on the crate. He notices the pad of paper and pen, cracking open the book quickly as Kalie stirs.

Oh man, that was too fucking close.

He looks down at his rules and adds….

3) Keep the noise down and your fucking mouth shut, asshole.

He then starts writing down some more of the book on the pad slowly as instructed. Taking a couple good drinks from his beer to wake him up more, double checking from time to time to see if Kalie is awake and moving . 5 pages more to make it 15, then he sees Kalie arise half dressed, quickly averting his eyes, he hastily writes down another rule.

4) Look away from Kalie when she’s changing, show her some respect…you sick pervert. She’s not a stripper or Kharma. Besides you don’t have to pay her.

He then notices her shadow approaching, waiting to see her reaction, hoping he doesn’t get put into a smaller penalty box than he already is.

“Sup Kalie? Or ummmm…am I supposed to say something else instead? No one ever told me that either, just the “pleased to meet you” to be polite thing.”

“Anyways I was wondering...since I’ve been good and cooped up like a good JTM for almost a week now, I was wondering if I…umm...make that WE could go out to do some biz perhaps? I haven’t contacted anyone I wasn’t supposed to, but don’t you think they know something’s wrong by now? These people haven’t had their usual JTM fix. Granted we went out for your biz, but I mean C’mon Kalie, just call it a shopping day or some shit like that.”

He points his finger up to her slowly.

“Just this once, besides you wanted to see my side of things, didn’t you? And we need more supplies too .We’re running low on practically everything here. And if you do, that means road trip.”

He clasps his hands together. He thinks hard about how to sway her to say “yes”. He gets on his knees begging. More like the scariest sad puppy with very pathetic eyes you ever saw. He does his best to make the most awful looking smile back at her, pausing before saying.

“I’ll be on my best behavior…honest. Pleeeeease????”

He does his best to protect his stomach in case Kalie decides to punt him, like he knows Seline would. He looks at Kalie as she unemotionally nods back at him.

Rock On!!! Party time!!!

He quickly starts getting on his cell texting some people he has needed to get in touch with for awhile, showing Kalie each one before sending them. He looks at the dreaded clean black ensemble too.

(OOC check your PM’s…lol)

He quickly starts getting changed into that black shirt and jeans forgetting Kalie’s standing there, but he doesn’t care. He’s finally getting a night out to roam the streets.

“Umm….you might want to wear something that can get dirty too, Kalie. Just giving you a JTM heads up, that’s all. Especially where we are going and who we are going to meet.”

He grabs his regular shoes too, along with his gear lying around, pad, pen, yellow book, and of course the cooler hurrying himself to get out to the car and on the road impatiently, provided she doesn’t cut him off or head him off at the pass.