Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Campfire [Wednesday Evening]

[icecoldfrost]

It was beautiful outside this evening, and so Emma found herself out by her cabin's campfire; cigarette in one hand as she balanced her notebook on her knees. It was easier to work on her creative writing assignment out here than in the cramped quarters of the cabin, and if she didn't like what she wrote, well, she could always burn it.

And really, there was no downside to lighting things on fire.

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[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean rolled her eyes again. "His name is Tybalt and it's not even anything serious."

[icecoldfrost]

Tybalt. Emma filed that away for future reference; it might be fun finding out what sort of limpid specimen of masculinity would willingly castrate himself for a date with the ginger.

"It doesn't have to be serious to be fun," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Is he any good at least?"

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Good?" Oh, Emma.

[icecoldfrost]

"Yes, good," Emma said patiently. "Decent taste in dinner options, remembers to pay for his date, and his attempts at kissing don't resemble a dead fish. Those are the general guidelines of a 'good' date."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Oh! Yes. We went to the Italian place and now we're going to go to the movies." A beat. "And we haven't kissed yet."

That was second date stuff there.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma just stared.

"You did verify he is male, yes?"

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Of course he is!"

[icecoldfrost]

"Well around here, you never know," Emma pointed out. "It could be an asexual hermaphrodite from Jupiter, and to them the word 'date' means 'sacrifice to the gods.'"

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean staaaaared. "Have you dated someone like that?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Don't be ridiculous," Emma scoffed. "I don't date."