Main Campfire, Saturday Evening

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

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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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'm a great liar," she told him. "You just haven't given me a good reason to make the effort."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And why would you need to lie to me?" he asked, shaking his head. "Better yet, why would I care if you lied to me? Unless you told me you were a virgin and then I could laugh."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not stupid enough to lie to you about something you already know," she said, huffing a short laugh.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He snickered and held out the cigarettes to her. He had terms in mind, oh yes. And he thought they'd be fun too. He'd just let her in on it when she tried to take the cigarettes.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy narrowed her eyes a moment, eventually reaching out.

There had to be a catch. There always was. But the easiest way to find out what it was, was to walk into it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He wasn't that giving of a guy. Too bad for her. Or maybe good for her. He didn't let go of the packet. "You been back to the dorms since we got shipped out to the land of log cabins and s'mores?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head, not making any move to let go either, a little curious as to where he was going with this.

"Nope," she said eventually. "Why?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"There are some nice beds in there," he said, keeping a hold of the pack. "Bouncy."

That wasn't all. He just decided to start there.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Still shitty dorm room beds," she said. "Probably not that bouncy."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but I could make it fun for you," he said confidently. "And you wouldn't even have to do a thing."

He leaned just a touch closer, more for effect than anything.

"Because you couldn't do anything."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy raised her brows, lips twitching in a bit more of a smirk.

"And why's that?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Believe it or not, I own a tie or two," he said, matching her smirk with one if his own. He didn't have shame, he didn't care. "And they have more uses than making me look like a fucking twit."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"So, essentially, you're trading me cigarettes for a bit of power," she summarised.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Essentially I am," he agreed. "With the knowledge that I know what I'm doing. You should know that."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You'd almost think you wanted me to take them," she noted, tapping one finger on the top.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You told me to name my terms," he reminded her. "And so I did. I'm just providing you with all the knowledge you might need of said terms. To give you a better perspective. Since these are negotiations and all."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Now who's making it sound clinical," she turned on him. "I could just go get my own you know."

That just wouldn't be as interesting, and she knew it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You could." He knew that. "And I'm sure you'll have a great night, sitting around the campfire with all these wonderful people, sharing stories about life and hope and...puppies."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy didn't need long to consider that idea before she was wrinkling her nose and tugging at the box.

Which could be considered an agreement. Sort of.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

And he let the box go without hesitation. "That was my preferred option too. I hate stories about puppies."