Main campfire, Saturday morning

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Rizzo, sitting on top of one of the picnic tables by the unlit fire, leaned back and folded her legs in the tight black dress she had found in her closet this morning. Loose t-shirts and those jeans? So not her style. Why she even had them, she didn't know. She had woken up with the worst craving for a cigarette, a need she was now satisfying with a long drag and relieved exhale. She held the cigarette loosely in one hand, leaning back on the other as she surveyed the goings-on around her with an amused little smile, sunglasses perched on top of her head at the moment.

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Never been there, I'm afraid," Pip responded.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

That got him another eyebrow. "You are there."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Merde.

Pip shook his head. "I must still be jetlagged. Just flew in, ya know."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh." Rizzo was rapidly losing interest. Cute, yes. Weird, a little too much.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip decided that he definitely liked the old Ivanova better. This one was just a wee bit boring.

"Have you ever been to France?"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Now why would I do a thing like that?" The US of A was good enough for her.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip shrugged. "You said it wasn't hot enough for you. It's always hot enough in France."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"I think you're missing the point," Rizzo pointed out with a bit of a shimmy.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Always possible," Pip responded. "Always possible."