Main Campfire [evening]

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

So, yeah, Puck was a little on the tipsy side. He'd gotten drunk in his alcove, though, like a person who didn't want to get in trouble.

Such an occasion, of course, called for fire. Sadly this was pretty typical back in Lima, too, where there weren't even firepits. On the bright side, that meant he was able to light a fire pretty effectively.

And now he had a bag of procured marshmallows, which, okay, he'd toast. But more importantly, he'd found a box of Peeps left over from Easter and was meticulously shooting them, throwing them, launching them and otherwise flinging them into the fire to make them alternately blow up or melt. So far, more were melting than blowing up, really, but if it worked in a microwave, Puck was sure it had to work even better in a fire.

[oooopen yes.]

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[glacial_queen]

"I've never pretended to be nice," Karla said, smirking. "Or fair. It's my greeting. Besides. Sometimes it is an invitation."

Just not for Puck. Unless she got stuck in a kissing booth again. Or glitterfied. Or there was some kind of game. Or pollen flowers. Or--

This island was crazy.

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

"Tease," Puck replied playfully. "Wanna throw lil' pastel animals into a fire?"

Easily distracted, yes.

[glacial_queen]

"I'd rather roast a few I can eat," Karla said, beckoning a row of marshmallows out of the bag and up over the fire. "Wasting sugar's a crime, you now" she added as the marshmallows began rotating slowly in place.