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*]]

Comments

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Jan would find the comment about rubber, glue and bouncing was oh so mature and boggles that he's nipped her 'I know you are but what am I' argument in the bud.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Leo would probably be forced to go straight for the "so's your mom" genre.

It's a good thing he wasn't actually talking.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

It really was, because then Jan would have to say something to the effect that at least she knew who her Dad was.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Leo would pout about his myriad of father issues except that would require him having father issues and let's face it, he didn't have that kind of screen time.

So it would probably end with him stomping away and fixing his hair.

Becuase that's totally cool.