Reno Sinclair and i have been chatting in the fresh meat forum and decided to start a role play this is a private role play :vicky:

Sunshine fueled many things here in Louisiana. Crops, farmers, traders, even a bunch of the people living around New Orleans. There were quite a few early risers, and there were certainly some movers and shakers making their way around the bustling city. But to say this does not mean that every single one of them were very smart, or that even a group of them would be a good thing.

"Woo-hoo!" Gordon Ellis cried, standing in the back of the jeep he owned, allowing their friend Basil Davis to drive his baby through the streets. They were heading out of town, now, to his dad's ranch to get drunk and have a good time like only dirty country boys could. The three of them had some kind of relationship going on, though Gordon was more obviously in love with the other, Basil didn't put too much thought into it.

As they made their way, blaring Trace Adkins at the top of his stereo's lungs, Gordon rose from his seat and danced a little against his lover's chest as they moved down the now barren road out to the ranch. Nobody would see, and the boys were already fairly lubed up by alcohol already. They'd only had a few beers, but it was enough to make them a bit more rowdy than they'd be sober.

Gordon's hair billowed some in the wind; he cut it somewhat short but it was still curly and as red as they day he was born, matching his green eyes rather well. His skin held a nice tan and was dusted in freckles, and a straight, fairly white smile barely hid between plump, slightly pink lips.

He was certainly a contrast to their friend Basil; he had moved there when he was sixteen from New York, with dark hair, cold blue eyes, pale skin and a slim body. He wasn't as defined as his friends, nor as strong or used to hard labor, and he was a bit more responsible than the others. While he had had a few drinks, he'd been smart and not shot some whiskey like Gordon had, and felt confident in his driving as they hit a pot hole that sent Gordon sprawling onto his boyfriend's lap in a fit of giggles.

*leans down and gently caresses Gordon's cheek.* Looks like you had a bit of a bad bump there. *kisses Gordon gently*

The truck is about as strong as they come but yet the boys are having the worst of luck today. Diving down the road the boys are all in a rage of giggles while they work off the slight buzz they have going for them. They are driving down the road without a care in the world when out of nowhere a truck turns spirals onto the road. Nothing seems right now feeling something is wrong I move Gordon to the other side of the truck. The truck spirals out of control and hits the truck in a direct T-bone.

Things seem to be getting darker as I try and see if anyone is hurt. My vision is getting blurry, but from what I can see it seems like I got the worst of it. My head is pounding and the blood circling my eyes is just making staying awake impossible. I fight all urges to sleep to slowly say "I-I LO-LOVE YOU GORDON". As my tongue rolls off my teeth with the 'n' I slowly allow myself to slip into the darkness.