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Main Campfire, Saturday Evening

He wasn't going to admit that it was boredom that drove him out of his alcove and to the main campfire. He wasn't bored. He was just...without anything to do. Boredom he could have solved by sleeping. Nothing to do meant he wanted something to do and thus, he took himself to the main campfire. Despite the warmth, he lit the fire anyway. If anything, he could light his cigarettes on it.

Though, even he was intelligent enough to realize that was a really dumb idea and would only be tried if he got himself drunk. The snag in that idea was that he had no alcohol with him. Sad, really. He could have done with a nice bender.

Instead, he was just going to lay against a log and smoke for awhile. If he were some deep poet type, he'd call it stargazing. Since he wasn't that type, he was calling it relaxation. It worked for him.

[i declare this campfire open!]

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Jennifer ducked her head and blushed for a second. "Jennifer Walters," she said. "I take it you're new too?"

"Uh-huh," Riggins said with a nod. "Where you coming from?"

"Los Angeles," Jennifer said. "Give or take a few decades."

"So are you like from the future or the past?" And boy did he feel like a dumbass for having to ask that.

"Past," Jennifer said. "I'm from the seventies."

"Wow." That was kind of weird. "I couldn't even tell."

"Because you haven't seen me try to use Google," Jennifer said. "That tragedy would give it away."

Riggins snickered. "If it makes you feel any better I'm from this time and have trouble with the whole computer thing."

"That is a relief," Jennifer said. "Though I guess I can't ask you to help teach me, now."

"Probably not the best person to ask," he agreed. "Football though, if you need help with that then I'm your man."

"I'm probably a little small for football," Jennifer said.

"You'd be surprised. Quarterbacks are the smallest players on the team," he told her. "But, yeah, you'd probably get knocked on your ass pretty easily."

"So, no full contact for me," Jennifer said. "I like to stay bruise free. Especially my butt."

"It's not a good look for most people," Riggins agreed. Though he had met plenty of girls that found him attractive with football bruises.

"So, are you planning to go pro?" Jennifer asked. "With the football, I mean."

"Oh, no," Riggins said, shaking his head. "That kind of thing ain't me. I just like playing."

Jennifer nodded. "Didn't know how... hardcore you were."

"Well, I'm from Texas so I probably take it more seriously than other people," he said, chuckling. "Just not quite that seriously."

"I've never been to Texas," she said. She tilted her head. "Big football state?"

"Big is an understatement," he said. "Texans live for football."

"Do they even have a field here?" Jennifer asked.

"No, they don't," he said, frowning slightly.

"So what're you going to do?" Jennifer asked.

"I haven't really thought about it," he said, shrugging. "I'm only sixteen."

"I meant about the lack of places to play football here," Jen said, chuckling.

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