So at this point, I think we've all seen the merits of Daryl's crossbow. It's quiet, deadly, and easy to use. The only real drawback I can see is actually drawing the damn bowstring back. I've gotten a glimpse of Daryl's gun show. He's got some serious upper body strength happening.

Still, with all those benefits, why are we still bickering over guns? Can we please track down a sporting goods store to loot for some damn crossbows now?



That being said, Daryl, I find a crossbow, I want you to show me how to use it. Pretty please.

It's not pretty but it's ours. I really hope I did this right. The irony of dying on St. Patty's from an alcohol made of the same plant that nearly wiped out the Irish during the potato famine is too great. I'd be a punchline and I don't think I could live with that.

On the other hand, if I did this right it would be a story for the ages. My triumph would be legend. Jessika Jackson and the St. Patty's Day bender. At least in my own mind. Well, mine and the Dixon's. Daryl might even give me my own damn holiday.

They were both holding their breath as the cuffs clicked into place and Jessi straddled his body. "That's what I'm talkin' 'bout." Daryl muttered. Since his hands were bound he lifted his hips to make contact in the only way he could.

Jess lifted her ass so the contact was lessened. She dropped down so her hands were supporting her and her breasts were almost in his face. He tried to bring his mouth up but she moved away before he could do that either. "What the fuck gives?" He grumbled and she just smiled bigger.
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((ooc: Neither Daryl nor Shane were used with permission but both with tons of love.))

Daryl



Shane



Mmm gratuitous shower scene. :)

Rick