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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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip lifted up the arm she was playing with and scratched the back of his head. "Yes," he responded. "Yes it is."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Obviously, this was some sort of yawn-and-stretch maneuver. Jan took the opportunity to slip up next to him under the arm he was scratching his head and put an arm casually around his waist.

Are you watching this Rizz?

"I bet you're very creative."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Eeep.


Pip stretched a little. "And as it is, I'm thinking I should hit the gym for a bit. Keep in shape and all."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"You're shape looks fine to me. But, I'll see ya 'round then." she said.