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.

[[In a startling turn of events, open for interaction! *grin*]]

Comments

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"For you, Kenick, never," Rizzo replied sweetly, even as she held out the pack. "Lookin' good."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm always looking good," Kenickie said with a grin as he took a cigarette and put it behind his ear for later. "What's with the clothes?"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Rizzo gave a little shimmy for him. "What, you don't like?" she smirked, flashing him some cleavage.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'd like it better if it was tighter," he said honestly, "but I guess it has its charms."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Rizzo quirked a brow at him. "What makes you think you got the right to some tight clothes, huh?" She leaned back, arching her back a bit to better display her . . . charms.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Because I'm that good," Kenickie said, eyeing Rizzo's charms appreciatively.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," Rizzo managed to reply before the skank arrived on the scene (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/722645.html?thread=49602773#t49602773).