Roswell Fanatics

~Michael~ "Every thing is okay. It a heck of a job, though." I admit. "Some people can really annoy me." Some people can really be jerks to me but don't get me wrong, there are perks. I know a lot of girls like a guy who can cook. "So what do you do again?" I ask. I kin...

~Michael~

"How's it going Alex?" I ask.

I'm not all there at the moment. I put Max's keys in my pocket and take a swig of the beer that was being offered to me. I'm so I might as well pretend like I want to be here. Alex seems like he needed to have fun.

~Michael~ Max can be so uptight somethimes. As we pull up to the bar I see the name of it in big tacky letters. The 29th Street bar. It's safe to say nobody in this town sticks to originality. I have a few questions on my mind before we walk into the bar. "Who palns on being the responsible dri...

~Michael~ As soon as I get off the phone with Max I quickly make my secretary to hold all my calls until I get back. I go to the bathroom of the bakery to wash off my doughy hands and all. I quickly take off my apron and get into pants and collar t-shirt I wore before I left the house. It's not too ...

~Michael~
"Okay fine," I reply considering my options. "Can you pick me up? And I swear Max, if you pull one of your dumb pranks I'm out of there."

~Michael~
"This is Michael Guerin, how may I help you?" I ask politely to the person on the other line.

ooc: I'm sorry I have to quit this rpg, I'm side tracked with a lot of rpgs, sorry.

~Maria~
I look at the beautiful baby boy curled in his bed. He is presious and adorable. His name is Samuel Colt Guerin, or Sam. Sam has brown hair and hazel eyes. He's absolutely breath taking baby boy.

ooc: how old should Sam be?

~Max~
I follow Liz's lead and hang up the phone. I quickly grabb the car keys and head to my car.

"We're taking my car." I tell Liz. Her car was wrecked at the moment and we needed to get there fast.

ooc: okay guys tomorrow, Friday, no posting unless I say it's okay or if you need to catch up. It will be on hold till Sunday, okay? Sorry, I don't mean to sound all authoritive.