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Main Campfire [evening]

Tonight, Puck was bored. But at least he wasn't so bored that he had gotten drunk in his alcove. Instead, he was the kind of bored that involved fire.

So much better, really.

He'd gotten food this time -- hot dogs and marshmallows and other things that could be put on sticks ~~not di -- oh, hell, with him it probably is~~ and since it was a nice warmish night, he'd just thrown on a wifebeater and jeans before setting to making the fire and lounging in front of it.

[come play! idk why I don't have a wifebeater icon yet.]

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"Hullo, Puck," said Bod, wandering out towards the campfire when he'd gotten a little bored in his cabin. "Are you making yourself dinner?"

"Yeah. I think things taste better with fire," Puck decided.

"Oh?" Bod took a seat, stretching his legs out. "Any particular reason? I've never really noticed a difference myself unless I make a mistake and set something on fire."

"Fire's fun, dude," Puck said like it was the most obvious thing ever. "You don't like blowing shit up?"

"It's not something I've ever tried," he admitted, shaking his head. "It sounds rather messy and rather loud. Does it serve a purpose?"

"...it's fun," he repeated. "It'll go boom and make a big flash and it'll be fun to look at."

"What sorts of things do you blow up exactly?" Bod asked before realizing that needed to be clarified. "And I mean you specifically, Puck. I know what things, in general, can be exploded."

"Peeps, last week," Puck said thoughtfully. "And firecrackers. And -- really, it's just fun to find out what will blow."

"Perhaps, if I have some time this week, I will attempt to blow something up in your honor," Bod said, half teasing. "How are you, Puck? Still giving out terrible advice to the gullible?"

"Hey, that was good advice," she protested. "Kate's just weird."

"No, I think that was rather awful advice," Bod said, snickering. "And she's not weird. She's quite certain that I'm weird one, in fact. That doesn't change the fact that you need to work on your advice giving skills."

"It would've worked on all the girls I know at home," Puck sulked.

"There's no need to sulk," said Bod, sounding sympathetic, at least. "If you'd like, you can give me more advice right now and we'll see if it works. A chance to redeem yourself, perhaps?"

[FFFFFFFFFFF GODDAMN LJ EATING MY COMMENTS]

"You nailing her yet?" Puck asked, resting his elbows on his knees.

Oh, the blushing that question caused. Bod, trying to disguise it, looked away and laughed a bit.

"That's an important question?" Ah yes, answering a question with a question. That wasn't obvious at all.

"It influences the kind of advice I'm giving you," Puck pointed out, grinning at him.

"I'm not going to confirm or deny that," Bod said, still blushing, "so you'll have to rework your advice from that. That's a rather personal question with a personal answer."

Or Puck would just have to guess the answer from Bod's rather obvious reactions.

"So you're having sex with her," Puck decided. Since virginal flailing looked different. "Or at least you're close. You should totally seduce her. Girls love that. Makes 'em feel like, wanted and stuff."

"Seduce her?" Bod asked, raising an eyebrow and knowing he only had himself to blame for this. "How does one do that?"

Seduction was not a talent.

"Okay, like, do you have a key to her room? 'Cause that's ideal, but you can also do it in yours," Puck mused.

"She has a roommate," Bod said, shaking his head. "She has a nervous roommate, apparently. I think me trying anything like that would only lead to him discovering it instead of her."

"Your girlfriend lives with a dude?" And up went Puck's eyebrow.

"Yes." Bod shrugged and shook his head. "Should that be a problem?"

"Do you trust him?" Puck replied. Because if he was living with a girl, especially one as cute as Kate? He would be all over that.

"Bobby?" Bod paused and then nodded. "I do. He has a girlfriend and I think their relationship is strictly friendly. I trust her."

Puck took a moment to remember who Bobby was, and then gave a little laugh. "Yeah, I think you're okay there." Bobby was way more the type that girls usually thought were 'Aww adorable' rather than 'Please get in me,' in Puck's experience. "Okay so you put a sock on your door so your roommate doesn't come in, and get a ton of candles. Chicks love candlelight."

"Candles, right." So far, this didn't sound awful. He could do candles. "That's easy enough."

"And you should get a bunch of roses and throw the petals all over," Puck said. "All artistically. And then wait with one of them for her. And be in your underwear."

Puck was sort of a closet romantic. He just had trouble phrasing it.

"My underwear?" Bod had been following fairly well up until then. "That makes it better somehow?"

"Seduce her with your bod, Bod," Puck said, proud of that little pun. "If she sees all this romantic shit on top of you being shirtless and ready for her? She'll be putty in your hands."

"And this has...worked for you before?" he asked skeptically.

"Um, all the time," he said emphatically. "All the damn time. Oh, dude, get wine coolers, too. Girls love those."

"Wine coolers? Isn't that alcohol?" he asked, shaking his head. "I'm not old enough."

"Doesn't matter here, dude, they don't card," Puck assured him.

Rilla smiled prettily when she saw who was at the fire--even if she did feel rather bold sitting with a boy with so little on--and found a log nearby to settle on, smoothing her skirts.

"Hello, Puck."

"Heyyyy, Rilla," he drawled, cocking a smile at her. "Want a marshmallow?"

"Please," she said, smiling again. "It seems a perfect night for something sweet."

He put one on a stick and passed it over. "I'd roast it for you," he offered gallantly, "but that takes all the fun out of it."

"It really does," Rilla agreed, holding her stick over the fire. "And now should we sing or tell ghost stories?"

"I could go get my guitar," he mused.

"You play guitar?" she said, sounding delighted. "That would be wonderful!"

"I'm pretty good, actually," Puck said modestly. "Like, awesome."

"Really?" Rilla smiled impishly at him. "I think I have to hear for myself."

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