Tessa Blanchard

Going to be an interesting show.

It certainly is.

I want a vacation.

I might try and take one.

I might get another dog.

You already have three!

I’d be down for a company BBQ!

Me to.

Anyone want to go see a movie?

What are you going to see?

Burying Myself Alive || Kennedy&Tessa

Kennedy nodded at the question and shrugged. “I think it’s because I’m literally so tiny.” She laughed. “I appreciate it. I’m not one who throws up when drunk so you don’t have to worry about that.” The red head smiled to herself for remembering where Tessa was from. “Well I guess technically Orlando, but I lived all over Florida. I was a foster kid until I was 17.”

“You are pretty tiny.” Tessa acknowledged. “That’s good to know. I usually end up holding someone’s hair out of the way unless I’m drunk off my ass.” She said with a smile on her face. “Oh? I’m sorry to hear that.” Tessa had always lived in Carolina with her parents. Even when her father and mother divorced, her mother stayed there with the kids while her father moved back to where he was born which was San Antonio, Texas. 

Burying Myself Alive || Kennedy&Tessa

Kennedy nodded at the question and held up the booklet she’d picked up. “That’s what this thing says. And I’m one hell of a lightweight. So apologies in advance.” She said somewhat jokingly, but she really was a lightweight and she was a bit nervous of how tipsy she might get. “You’re from the south right? But not Savannah?” The red head couldn’t remember exactly where all of her coworkers were from, hell she did good to remember where they billed her from since she’d lived all over.

“You are?” I’m not what I’d call a lightweight but I don’t drink a lot.” Tessa was big on fitness and also keeping her wits about her. “No worries, I’ll carry you back to the room if I have to.” She said laughing.”Yeah, I’m from Charlotte, North Carolina.” She told her. “Where are you from?” Tessa asked her a she looked over the booklet.

Tessa was no stranger to drinking and so touring a brewery sounded like a good idea. She had never been to a brewery before but knew that was where beer was made and maybe other alcohol too. It would be a learning experience.Tessa was in jeans and a white top with small ankle boots. She looked at the other woman and shook her head. “Never. I’m not even sure what all is made here.” Her southern drawl on full display. “Tipsy? Do we get to have samples?” Tessa asked curiously.

I just want to be able to sleep.

Need company?

This girls going for a morning run.

That’s me today.

I’m taking it all in and got my own thoughts on what’s going on. Can’t wait to see if I’m right.

No fair keeping secrets.