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Main campfire, Saturday morning

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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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.

"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.

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.

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

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?"

"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.

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

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.

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

For a long, long time.

Frenchy blew her smoke at them once again. "Hope you two and the kid you're lookin' to make before our very eyes are very happy together," she snarked, winding a curl around a finger.

"Say the word and we'll invite you to join us, baby," Leo replied, leering.

Frenchy wrinkled her nose. "Like I want the clap...or worse, your face near mine at all, sweetheart?"

ChaCha stuck her tongue out at Frenchy, rolled her eyes, then turned back to Leo. "Virgin." She frowned. "Hey, I don't go with other girls, Leo. It's tacky."

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Jan gagged at this display.

Nobody wants to watch Burnedettes making out.

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."

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

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.

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.

Leo, if he talked to stuck-up chicks--which he didn't--would point out that he had a whole lotta experience driving his car and would be happy to give Jan a list of satisfied...passengers.

Jan, if she talked to disgusting creeps--which she didn't--would say no thanks to the list because she could probably get the same list from the clinic on the outskirts of town.

Leo--again, if he was talking to her--would encourage such a thought. It would save him Leo from having to point out what the men's room stall said about her in that same clinic.

Though he still wasn't sure if "the clap" had been spelled right. Maybe it needed two p's?

Jan doesn't tell Leo--because she isn't talking to him--that he can easily learn how to spell it by checking the label on the tube of ointment he'd received from said clinic.

If he hadn't used it all in his hair that is.

Leo would've mentioned that no one will ever go out with a girl who reads.

Everyone knows that.

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.

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