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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[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"No thanks," Rizzo sneered. "I'll probably end up with fleas from you lot."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Leo shrugged. "Suit yourself, baby. If you ever get tired of the milkshake crowd..." he trailed off. "You know where to find me."

He grinned. "I'm always available." He shot Kenickie a dirty look. "Sport."

Then he turned his attention to a chick who would put out ChaCha.