Main Campfire, Tuesday Evening

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex felt restless enough to emerge from his alcove and head out to the main campfire again. It was easier to both smoke and stay warm since it'd gotten weirdly cold over the last few days. Whatever. He was from Iowa. He was used to this type of weather.

Didn't mean he would pass up a fire.

So, he slouched down against a log, crossing his feet at the ankle and leaning back to blow smoke into the air. It was the second week of classes and, amazingly, they weren't going that badly. Of course, considering the classes, Alex didn't know how they could go badly.

He'd take the good news while he could. It didn't happen often.

[campfires are open things!]

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[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber quirked a brow. "Yah, I totally didn't think you were. Besides, I'm more a just go with the flow sort. Something comes up, great. It doesn't, that's great too."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Weren't you just complaining about wanting something to do?" he asked, looking over at her. "You're contradicting yourself."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"I also said 'or not'," she told him with a shrug.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He still thought it was contradictory but he wasn't going to argue. "Does shit usually happen here? Are we in a lull?"

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it'll happen. Usually when you least expect it." She glanced back at him. "By now you've been told stories, right?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Some," he said and shrugged. "I didn't pay them much mind. People are overdramatic."

That's what he chalked it up to.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

She'd kind of like to see his face when something did happen. "Some might be; most aren't. But I imagine if you're here long enough you'll figure that out. Gremlins are sneaky little bastards."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Right, the gremlins. "Is that code for cockroach or something? I haven't noticed the island being that dirty."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"If by cockroach you mean ugly, green, with sharp teeth," she answered.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Well, he'd heard stories about big ass bugs before. Still. "Ugly, green and sharp teeth. A little monster?"

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"A little monster," she said, grinning. "Checking under your bed before you lay down should become priority. Even so, like I said they're sneaky."

A slight pause.

"Have you been to Caritas yet?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"No." He did a lot of his drinking alone. Still, a bar was a bar. "Why? Do talking dogs run it?"

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"No, but you might find the band interesting," she offered. "If you can get past the smell and duct tape, the zombies aren't half bad."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Did you sniff paint before coming out here?" Alex wondered. He was, unfortunately, a tough sell on things.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Nah, not exactly my thing," she said, keeping her tone entirely pleasant. "Did you sniff paint before coming out here?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"No, I huffed aerosol," he deadpanned. "Killing brain cells is a hobby."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I'm not judging," she smirked.

"Visit Caritas. You'll see."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You sound like a travel brochure," Alex said. "Get some blinking lights and it'll be like Vegas."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

She shook her head, stared at the fire.

"Are you always this pleasant, or is it just me?" Seriously. What the hell?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm being nice." And sarcastic. But still nice. Somewhat. "Is that not shining through?"

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yah, you betcha. You're just a ray of sunshine," she replied, dryly.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm new, doesn't that get me some leeway?" The fact was, he was just like this but excuses to be like this were always helpful.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"You're a little over a week old now; it might give you a smidgen," she decided with a faint smirk.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I went from a place full of fucking farms to an island," he said, grimacing. "I get a little more than a smidgen."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Yikes. She might know just what he was talking about.

"What place would that be?"