son of the beach campfire | evening | friday | july 17

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

With nothing else to do, Alex wandered out to his cabin's campfire and took a seat. Since he no longer had the random urge to sing about things no one needed to know about, he thought being out in the open was safe. Of course, that wasn't going to stop him from keeping a nondescript bottle next to his side in case he did start singing. That'd help with not remembering if he started to sing again.

And, while he didn't particularly mind lazing by a campfire, he really needed to find something to do this weekend that kept him engaged. Or, at least, entertained. Maybe he'd steal something else of Griff's. Or something.

[ooooopen campfire. friday evenings are lazeh.]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah nodded, still making a face. "I told a couple guys that I had crushes on them, almost told all these secrets to anyone who started to ask... I know other people were completely freaking out, too. I could stand that never, ever happening again."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's one he'd like to avoid. "Sounds fun. Really. When most people want some excitement, they throw parties. Here, the island rains down some freaky shit to make people freak the fuck out."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"And then you get quiet Friday nights, with marshmallows." Dinah floated one perfectly-toasted one over to him, grinning. "With nothing much going on."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Unless you just jinxed it," he joked, taking the marshmallow with a small nod in her direction.