main campfire | mid evening | tuesday | july 14

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Tuesdays were one of Alex's free days so he decided to wander out to the main campfire and spend some time there. It wasn't that hot so he got the fire going and took a seat against one of the logs, lighting a cigarette (because he liked destroying his lungs) and crossing his legs at the ankle.

Any type of s'mores equipment was absent since he was too lazy to get some of his own and he figured someone else usually brought the fixings if they wandered out here. And if they didn't, no skin off his back.

S'mores or not, the important thing for Alex was being outside and out of his cabin. It was a practice he'd taken up years ago when he had to escape his house to find somewhere where he could be away from the noise. Here, it turned out to be campfires and decks. Who knew?

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[1moredaytodance.livejournal.com]

Wandering out of her own cabin without a cigarette for once, Eva wasn't armed with smores materials as she came to the main campfire; however, she did have something wrapped in tin foil.

Settling with no fear and placing her tin foiled treat on the edge of the campfire, she smiled slightly at guy near her. "Pack a day?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Keeps my lungs gray," he said, going for the rhyme and joke. "And the healthy fairy away."

[1moredaytodance.livejournal.com]

"Nice to know I'm not the only one watching out for that bitch." Eva said jokingly. "God knows I can't take another lecture from her."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Which just saves me from asking the next question," he said and didn't bother to hold his smoke away. "And means I don't have to pretend like I care enough to protect your lungs."

[1moredaytodance.livejournal.com]

"You shouldn't have to pretend in general. I don't believe in blowing smoke in someone's face, but if they're near me by choice..." A beat. "Anyway, I say bring on the nicotine, especially since my pack is in the cabin."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That your way of asking me for one?" he asked, digging his pack out of his pocket anyway. He could share if properly motivated.

[1moredaytodance.livejournal.com]

"No, but it's obviously you're way of offering and I'm not going to turn you down." Eva replied with a smirk.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'll give you one if you ask me nicely," he decided, holding them up and wiggling them. "I don't just share with every new person I meet."

[1moredaytodance.livejournal.com]

"I doubt every new person you meet smokes." Eva suggested teasingly.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Every new person I meet has the potential to smoke," he replied, half smiling. "Just because they don't realize that potential doesn't mean it's not there."

[1moredaytodance.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah, 'cause we're all chock-full of potential in general; let alone, potential to smoke." Eva said sarcastically. "Don't think that holds up for people with smoke allergies or any of that shit." She concurred.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You still haven't asked nicely," he tsk'ed with a grin. "I'm not sharing anything until I hear something nice come out of that mouth of yours."

Well.

"Or something really dirty."

[1moredaytodance.livejournal.com]

"Like how I love nothing more than to strip down completely and take a nice, long hot shower at the end of the day." Eva said slowly in her most sultry voice, which just so happened to be Spanish as well.

"Cigarette please." She added a moment later, back to normal.

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

Shilo had s'more supplies! And an eye on this young man she hadn't met yet. "Hey," she said as she got nearer. "Mind if I join you?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Free campfire," he pointed out, glancing up at the new arrival. "I don't control who stays or goes. Up to you."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"You looked like you were thinking about something," Shilo explained. "I didn't know if you were out here for quiet. S'mores usually end up causing a crowd."

Oh, hey, that introduction thingy that people did. "An' I'm Shilo," she added, transitioning the bag of marshmallows from one hand to the other so she could offer it for a handshake.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Alex," he said, shaking her hand somewhat reluctantly because that just wasn't something he did. Still, his mood was decent so he could make himself do it. "And if I was thinking about something, I wouldn't come to the main campfire to do it. That'd be kind of stupid of me."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"Pretty good point," she admitted, taking a seat. "Can I interest you in a s'more?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"If you're making, I can eat one," he said. Hell if he was going to make one. If someone made it for him, all the better. Lazy bastard.

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

Shilo poked a marshmallow onto a stick and held it towards the fire. "How do you like your marshmallow?" she asked. "Burnt, brown and crispy, or just warm?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He hadn't actually expected her to do it but he wasn't going to pass up someone making food for him. "Brown," he finally said. "Marshmallows shouldn't be crispy."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

Shilo was naive nice like that. "Okay, just a minute," she replied. And voila, a few moments later, he was being passed a s'more. "Enjoy."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," he said, at least managing that word before taking the s'more. "You typically offer s'mores making services to random people?"

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"No, only the cute ones." God help us all, Shilo was attempting to flirt and maybe even being remotely successful at it. She started making the next one.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex raised an eyebrow at that and wondered why every girl seemed to want to flirt with him lately. He didn't think he'd changed his bad attitude to something good and yet.

"That mean you think I'm cute?" he wondered. If she was going to outright say that, he was going to poke it like the jackass he could be.