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LBJ Campfire, Monday Evening

Chuck didn't know who started the campfire outside his cabin but he was glad that someone did. He was capable of working a lighter but that whole Boy Scout-y wood and newspaper in the optimal fire starting position thing was lost on him. So when people did the hard stuff for him he was appreciative. Silently appreciative. He wasn't about to be thanking people out loud.

Now he was sitting back against a log with a joint in his hand and was debating going back inside the cabin to grab marshmallows. Maybe after the munchies set in.

[Open! You will keep me entertained whilst I wait for the Gossip Girl finale]

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She looked around the fire and then around the camp itself, her hands running along her thighs (or rather, over the store-bought denim over them). A smile curled at the corner of her lips and her shoulders dropped in a pleased exhalation.

"I'm having the time of my life," she said, still a little amazed.

She'd gone on the vacation of quite a few dreams a few weeks before, with Robert as well and only her Uncle Aaron as a chaperone, but even that wasn't the same as this. This was...

There were so many people. And some of them even liked her.

"I bet that sounds really stupid to a jaded regular around here, huh?"

Chuck grinned. "Kind of. But I understand how you feel. I come from someplace rather normal compared to all this."

"I thought I did," she noted with a wry grin.

"Then again, no one is trying to kill me, so this is a real step up. Not to mention the presence of boys who aren't my brother."

Which was possibly even better than the lack of Infernal doom.

"You're not used to boys?" Chuck asked. Because that was far more interesting to him than her almost being killed.

"I'm not used to anyone," she said honestly, "other than my brother. I wasn't allowed out of the house much other than to go to work."

"That doesn't sound like very much fun," Chuck said.

She couldn't help it. She snorted.

"It wasn't. But that's how my Grandmother made it. Things changed recently, though, so... here I am. My brother got sent to another school."

"Miss him?" he asked. Lord knows he hadn't exactly missed Serena even though she was at another school.

She nodded.

"And I'm worried about him. He's a little younger than me," yes, by a whole five minutes "and he's kind of... he's sweet. And he tends to trust people easily."

Not as much since he'd become the 'new' Eliot, but still. He was her little brother, the one she beat on the race down the stairs every morning. She'd still been able to bully him into giving her the laptop when she'd gone away to school.

"And no one here is good for vocabulary insult. But it's kind of nice, in a way."

"You're looking for someone to insult?" Chuck asked. "I've found plenty of people to do that to."

"It's no fun if they don't get what I'm saying," she told him with a bit of a smirk.

Chuck laughed. "Fair enough."

She considered something for a moment before finally looking at his 'cigarette'.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Probably," he said with a smirk. "You want some?"

She bit her lip for a moment before nodding and walking over, but she paused halfway.

"You're not just teasing, are you?"

"Of course not," Chuck said, holding out the joint. "I never tease."

She took it and sat down not quite next to him but near enough.

"I've never done this, so tell me how so I don't look like an idiot?"

Wait.

"Please?"

"What you do is inhale some, not a lot," It was her first time after all. "Then hold it in your lungs for as long as possible before exhaling."

This was the second time today he was teaching someone to smoke. He was so proud.

She nodded and moved to do just that, breathing in the smoke and holding it for a few moments before breathing out. It burned a little and it tasted like burnt sawdust, like anything else, but it wasn't bad.

She blew it out smoothly and smiled at him a little.

"That was pretty good," Chuck said, nodding approvingly. "You didn't practically cough up a lung like Adora did."

"I'm a fast learner."

And if he picked up any innuendo in that, it wasn't any she'd put there. Fiona wasn't quite up to innuendo yet.

"Do it again?"

"Yeah, go for it," Chuck said. "It takes a couple hits before you actually feel anything."

She did it again, starting to get the hang of it as she let out the stream of soft white smoke.

"Why is it that you do something like this out where everyone can see? It is illegal, as far as I know."

Chuck tilted his head as he thought about this. "Let's just say that over my time here I've managed to achieve a certain social status that allows me to get away with these kind of activities with little to no trouble."

"Everyone figures it's not worth the trouble to report you and leaves the responsibility to someone else who turns out to be... no one?"

She took another hit.

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