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]

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

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

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

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

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."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"You'd know," Frenchy said, almost under her breath but not quite.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Sister Mary Magdalena, keep your trap shut, okay? Jeez." ChaCha lit a cigarette and blew out a stream of smoke like a banner, much more expertly than Frenchy. "Like you could *get* another girl to do ya. You have to have tits for that."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Frenchy looked taken aback, and self-consciously crossed her arms over the somewhat modest offerings of her chest.

This movement made it hard to smoke, but she tried not to look too awkward as she blew the smoke out the corner of her mouth, French-style.

"Just 'cause I don't flaunt my goods in every greasemonkey's face don't mean I'm a goody-goody," she said, her voice high and offended. "Pink Ladies aren't pink for nothin', hon."