Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-43950056-20191113002927/@comment-38255726-20200406172238

Jeb sat atop a reclining chair in the front room, a wide jar of lemonade and probably some sort of liqueur sat on the end table beside him. Condensation dripped down like dribbles of crystals as the light that lit up anywhere poked through it. He wiped his brow while the soft breeze which came from one of the many open windows blew in and relieved his swelter.

Grace enters the cabin...