[Dale laughs, nearly howls with laughter at what Rigo's saying. Maybe at one time he would've loved to charm Chrissy and steal her away from his brother just for the thrill of it and for the sake of pride but he sees her as an annoying kid he constantly has to clean up after. Yeah, he's fond of her, but it's definitely in the same way he is Johnnie. Not as fond, obviously. ]
She's family, you can't say shit like that.
[He's laughing though, and punches at Rigo's arm before he gets up to his feet to head into the kitchen to grab another beer from the fridge. It's cracked open and he chugs most of it before he delivers it to Rigo with a smirk on his face.]
Don't say shit, I'm getting another.
[Rather than make himself feel like a little bitch for being the beer maid he reaches over to grab Rigo by the hair and tug his head back enough that it's easy for Dale to lean down for a kiss. It's definitely sloppy but who the fuck cares? There's no tongue involved, he's being a gentleman.
That smirk stays on his face as he pulls away, shuffles off, itches his ass, and burps as he heads back to the kitchen to grab the last beer so Rigo can have a full one. He's practically a saint over here.]
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[Dale laughs, nearly howls with laughter at what Rigo's saying. Maybe at one time he would've loved to charm Chrissy and steal her away from his brother just for the thrill of it and for the sake of pride but he sees her as an annoying kid he constantly has to clean up after. Yeah, he's fond of her, but it's definitely in the same way he is Johnnie. Not as fond, obviously. ]
She's family, you can't say shit like that.
[He's laughing though, and punches at Rigo's arm before he gets up to his feet to head into the kitchen to grab another beer from the fridge. It's cracked open and he chugs most of it before he delivers it to Rigo with a smirk on his face.]
Don't say shit, I'm getting another.
[Rather than make himself feel like a little bitch for being the beer maid he reaches over to grab Rigo by the hair and tug his head back enough that it's easy for Dale to lean down for a kiss. It's definitely sloppy but who the fuck cares? There's no tongue involved, he's being a gentleman.
That smirk stays on his face as he pulls away, shuffles off, itches his ass, and burps as he heads back to the kitchen to grab the last beer so Rigo can have a full one. He's practically a saint over here.]