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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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm good," Kenickie said, then asked with a leering grin, "You can check to see if I'm bruised though it you want."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Rizzo swatted him on the shoulder. "Kenickie!"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Dean? Why is she," Dawn gave Ivanova a scornful once-over, "calling you that. And if you forgot my name after yesterday, I'm not checking you for anything."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, doll," Kinickie told her. "Think you must've mistaken me for someone else. Don't know no 'Dean.'"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Rizzo made a face right back at Dawn, trailing her fingers possively down Kenickie's neck and across his shoulder. "Dean? Sounds like a total square."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn glared at Ivanova in a way that certain ashed vampires would know came with a threat of arson. "I didn't think he was, but apparently he's a good actor."

"And you," she turned her glare on Dean and tried to ignore the hurt she felt. She gritted her teeth. "Stay away from me."