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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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

ChaCha smirked, and slung one hip his way. "That is why they call me ChaCha. Bein' the best dancer at St. Bernadette's." She licked her lips at Kenickie. "You get tired of Rizzo givin' you a hard time... and not followin' up? You know where to find me?"

Because ChaCha *knows* what guys like. Happy to oblige.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Rizzo snapped after ChaCha, sitting straight up and grabbing Kenickie's arm almost possessively. "I can follow up! Don't call me a tease, you skank!" She huffed. "Come on, Kenick, let's get outta here."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Kenickie said, eyeing Leo hostilely as he slung his arm over Rizzo's shoulders in casual possessiveness. "Starting to stink around here."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know what ya mean," Rizzo sneered, hopping off the table and slipping her arm around Kenickie's waist. "Let's go."