Rutherford B. Hayes Campfire, Saturday Afternoon

[wantstodirect]

Tony had tried to get a fire started, but he'd gone through a whole book of matches and the damn thing still wouldn't stay lit. He had hot dogs and buns ready to cook if it ever got going. He figured he was probably doing something wrong, but he had no clue what. He had wood, he had flame, what else was there?

He gave up and munched on a cold hot dog.



[Open like a British bakery on the 4th of July!]

Comments

[glacial_queen]

"I've been better, thanks Tony." Karla massaged the bridge of her nose. "Something I drank last night" significant glare at Leda "kicked my ass. Twice."

[wantstodirect]

"Tequila?" Tony guessed.

[glacial_queen]

"Te-what? No, something Leda brought over from Faery." She paused. "I think. I don't really remember much. But I do remember blaming Leda for it."

"Any word from Dinah?" Karla was the textbook definition of casual.

[wantstodirect]

Tony nodded. "Her sister's in the hospital, but she's doing all right. I don't know when Dinah will be back."

[glacial_queen]

"If you talk to her again, tell her I said hi."

"Are you going to either of the parties tonight?"

[wantstodirect]

"Yeah, I'll probably hit up the green party, at least," Tony said. "How about you?"

[glacial_queen]

"Jon came by to tell me about them. I think so." She hesitated, thinking. "I'm pretty sure I've got a green dress somewhere in one of my trunks. Do you know the guy it's for?"

[wantstodirect]

"Chuck? Sort of," Tony said. "We had a class together, but I haven't talked to him much."