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.

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[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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