Was listening to Neon Moon from Brooks & Dunn and because I’m nowhere close to a scene like this in my RP’s, I decided to write it myself. I haven...��t written a store by myself in forever. I am using lines from the song in this!WARNING, it’s a sad and short Drarry one-shot, no happy ending. I might make a happy ending, because I do have an idea for. Again I tell the story as she told us.I was sat on the sofa in an old Alice Cooper tour T shirt and a denim skirt talking to Jordan (her youngest son, 21) he was home from uni, he was upset at still being a virgin and I was comforting him, I was already two thirds through my second bottle of wine and he’d had a couple of beers when John came in.Holding a beer he sat on the chair opposite us and our conversation trailed off, John said “Have you told Jordan what happened” “No” I said, he smiled. .. what were the odds of that?" What, Jack?" Emily asked timidly. "What's perfect? I don't understand." She leaned forward slightly on the bed, trying to better see the monitor. The numbers on the screen were rising, but seemed to be slowing down ... not that it mattered, because they still didn't make a lick of sense to Emily. Beside the numbers on the screen were two big green glowing boxes, both of them blinking brightly ... and both of them labeled with the exact same word.POSITIVE."Oh,. Betsy walked over to Chuck. The two went down towards the dock, where the garbage scow was moored. She hadn’t really had a chance to see it, much less inspect it and was curious about what she had purchased. Captain Jack was already over there looking it over.Chuck asked, “How long has that storage pod been there?”“Since the day before the fall,” Betsy answered.“Have you got any more of them stashed around, somewhere?” Chuck asked.“A couple dozen. Each one is loaded with a different assortment.