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*]]

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[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Leo strutted across the camp, a pretty impressive feat given just how tight those pants he was wearing were.

He had enough grease in his hair to start a kitchen fire. He was too cool for school, which was good because he'd dropped out anyway.

He got to the campfire and raised an eyebrow at Rizzo. "Heeeeey."

Oh yeah, he was just that smooth.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Rizzo sneered at him. "What do you want, craterface?"

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

A puzzled look flashed momentarily across Leo's face. It handn't looked that bad in the mirror this morning...

"Got a match?" he asked, pulling a cigarette out. "I need someone to light my fire."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well keep looking," Kenickie broke in, standing up and moving to face down Leo. "Face like yours, that could a life long search."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Leo glared down at Kenickie. "Please." He whipped out his comb and fixed his oh-so-cool hair. "Like someone like you could ever stop me from taking what I want."

He gave Rizzo what he thought of as an incredibly charming smile. "And I right now I want..." his eyes roamed up Rizzo's body "...a light."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"What you're cruising for is a knuckle sandwich," Kenickie said, moving to step between Leo and Rizzo.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"From you and what army?" Leo replied, stepping closer. "You ain't man enough for a woman with her...assets."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm more man than you, pigtail boy," Kenickie said stepping closer as well.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Leo snorted. "It takes a real man to grow a braid like this," he said. "Bet you don't even have to shave yet."

He looked over Kenickie's shoulder at Rizzo. "You know how to party more than these losers," he said. "Join us, and we could rule this town."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

ChaCha spotted Leo and brighted, walk-strutting over to him and draping a casual arm over his shoulders. "Hiiiii, baby," she breathed.

Any subtlety Parker had ever claimed had clearly taken a vacation.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"Heeeeey, sweetcheeks," Leo replied, grinning and giving ChaCha a friendly swat on the ass.

Then got in a quick grope.

Because he's that kind of guy.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

ChaCha squealed, jumped, then giggled, running her fingers up his neck, then stopping before she got to the ick, hair-gel. She did bat at his braid like a cat toy, though. "Whatcha hangin' around these losers for?" she asked, glaring at Rizzo.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Jeez, go park," Frenchy sneered quietly, rolling her eyes and deliberately blowing her smoke their way before tidily crossing her legs.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Leo, rolled his eyes at Frenchy, the turned back to ChaCha. "Waitin' for something better to come along, of course," he said, smirking. He looked ChaCha up and down, leering. "Seen anything?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I seen you," she said, sending a sneer Frenchy's way, "And me, somewhere coooozy. Hows's that workin' for your vision, honey?"

Oh, Parker was gonna want cyanide for both of them tomorrow.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Leo got a better grip on ChaCha's ass. "I'm seeing that just fine," he said with a flash of teeth.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

ChaCha leaned in and grabbed *his* ass, then gave him a tongue-twisting kiss that Frenchy would've given up her nickname for. "Awwwwwwesome," she drawled.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Leo gave Kenickie a smug "this is how you do it" look, then went back in for another kiss.

For a long, long time.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Jan gagged at this display.

Nobody wants to watch Burnedettes making out.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Leo rolled his eyes and got back to groping. Like he cared what some goody-two-shoes thought about him anyway.

He was the leader of the Scorpions, dammit. Guy's gotta have some standards.

And he drew the line at "girls who didn't put out."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Jan would think instead that the line was drawn for him at "girls who didn't put out for pock-faced losers".

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Leo, if he weren't oh-so-busy playing tonsil hockey, would've pointed out that having a big...car made up for a lot.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Jan, if she wasn't oh-so-busy being nauseous would have to agree that a big... car made up for a lot, but not being able to... drive it well would negate any cool factor it would provide.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

ChaCha sneered at her. Because, like, Pink Ladies *ever* really made out. Little girls.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Jan made a face back at the skank.

Because, like, if crater face was any good at what he was trying to do, ChaCha wouldn't have time to sneer.