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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[chasingangela]

Angela blinked. "Thanks. I was kind of thinking about changing it, but if people still like it..."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Frenchy tilted her head. "Y'know, you should think about adding a lil' body to it, though," she suggested, taking a drag on her cigarette and neatly blowing the smoke out the side of her mouth.

[chasingangela]

"But it's so straight," Angela said. "Do you think I need mousse, or something?"

"And when did you start smoking?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Spray an' mousse. An' maybe some oil if you can bum it off a guy," she replied. "An' since always. I bummed this one off Rizz. Want one?"

[chasingangela]

Angela fingered her hair. "I'll try that."

She laughed at Rory. "You're such a liar. I've never seen you smoke. How come you're starting?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I always have!" she argued. "Not as regular as Rizz or Marty, but still." She blew her smoke out the corner of her mouth. "See, that's how you smoke French-style. S'how I got my nickname!"

[chasingangela]

"Marty doesn't smoke," Angela said, offended. "I would totally know it if he did."

"And what does Rory have to do with French-style smoking?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Roar...eee," she repeated, testing it out. "No, no, my name's Frenchy! An' Marty's a she, not a he."

[chasingangela]

"Frenchy?" Angela repeated. Well. She did name her brother Bucky. "As in French roast?" she suggested gingerly.

"And Marty was only a girl that one time. C'mon."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"No...Marty's always a girl," she said slowly. "Tall, pretty, curly hair? Tons of boyfriends all over the place? An' no, silly," she giggled. "Frenchy 'cause this is how the French smoke."

She lowered her voice. "No matter what Rizzo tells ya 'bout how I got the nickname."

[chasingangela]

This was getting ridiculous. "Tall," Angela agreed. "Hot. Wavy hair, I guess. And if he has tons of boyfriends, he's doing a good job hiding them."

"Have you seen any gremlins lately?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Gremlins?" She stared. "Like the little critters from fairy tales? Have you been drinking?"

[chasingangela]

"Have you?" Angela shot back. "Because you're seriously not acting like yourself."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"You don't even know me," Frenchy pointed out. "I'm actin' plenty like myself, Girl With Nifty Hair!"

[chasingangela]

"Angela," Angela supplied. "And you've known me since, like, five minutes after we got here."

She stood, resigned. "Come find me when the gremlin spit wears off, okay?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Sure. Maybe I can do a little teasin'?" Frenchy offered. "Ooh! Have you got your ears pierced? I'm really good at that!"

[chasingangela]

Angela lifted her hair, displaying a very thin gold hoop in each lobe. "It's okay, they're pierced. I just forget to put the earrings in half the time."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Frenchy sighed. "'Kay. But if you know anyone! It's my specialty aside from hair."

[chasingangela]

"I'll remember that," Angela said, stifling a giggle before she wandered off. She hoped Rory would get amnesia about the whole day.

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