Main campfire [lunchtime]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla wasn't much for sunlight or nature or any of that crap, but sitting by the firepit at lunch was a good way to get a look at the cute boys that wandered through camp.

The dress she was wearing wasn't exactly cut out for lounging on logs, for God's sake, so she took a drag on her cigarette and hoped that someone would come along to make this whole exercise worth it.

[OOC: she haaaaates me.]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex who, gratefully, wasn't feeling the effects of the weirdness passed by the campfire, gave Rilla a look and then stopped quickly. There was a feeling of recognition but he couldn't quite place her.

"Good way to pass the time," he said, nodding at her cigarette.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"If that's you asking to bum one," she replied archly, "I suppose you can."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I've got my own," he said, plucking the pack out of his pocket and waving it at her. "I've had the addiction for a long time. Never leave home without them."

Still, Alex was amused by this one and took a seat on a nearby log. "Not a fan of sharing?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

She wrinkled up her nose. "What's mine is mine. Other people can get their own."

[glacial_queen]

It took Karla a moment to work up the courage to approach Alex directly, but her desire to make sure he was fed outweighed her shyness. "C-can I offer you a muffin?" she asked, keeping her eyes on her basket. "Or a sc-scone? They're fr-freshly baked."

For what it was worth, everything looked and smelled delicious.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Why are you stuttering at me?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. "Cold or something?"

[glacial_queen]

Oh, Darkness! Him mentioning it was just going to make it work. "You kn-kn-know m-me, Alex," Karla said, keeping her eyes even more downcast that before--though still offering a basket of goodies, of course! "I'm sh-sh-sh-shy! And p-prone to stu-uh-uttering when I'm n-nervous."

They'd been going to school together for a year now! It wasn't like this was news!

[not_tylerdurden]

Calvin stopped at the sight of the girl. That was a lot of skin on show.

"Hi," he said with a grin, running a hand casually through his styled hair. "I'm Calvin."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Rilla," she replied, sounding a little bored and so over it all. "Want a cigarette?"

[not_tylerdurden]

Smoking made you cool. Cooler in Calvin's case, since he was already pretty chill. "Sure," he replied with a disaffected toss of the head.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Whatever," she replied just as coolly, holding out the pack.

[glacial_queen]

Talking to Alex was bad enough and they were acquainted. Karla knew that she wouldn't even have a chance of speaking a single sentence to Calvin. Instead, she simply held out her basket in a mute offer and hoped he'd understand anyway.

[not_tylerdurden]

Calvin tosses his hair in his cool dude way, and took a muffin, a healthy looking one. "Hey there."

[glacial_queen]

"H-hi," Karla murmured, completely unable to meet his eyes. Though, from what she could see from the corners, his hair toss had seemed very cool indeed.

[glacial_queen]

It hurt Karla to be up and about today; it was like every muscle in her body was protesting in chorus. All she really wanted to do was crawl back into bed and collapse, preferably after eating her bodyweight in food--but that was impossible. She couldn't waste her time sleeping, not when there were people to take care of!

"Excuse me," she called shyly, holding up a basket of perfectly baked muffins and scones. She blushed to call attention to herself so. "Is anyone here hungry? I've made plenty to share."

Well, to watch others eat. Karla would eat whatever was leftover. Grabbing food first would be dreadfully impolite.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Do you have anything chocolate?" Rilla demanded, reaching out greedily.

[glacial_queen]

"Of course!" Karla said, plucking a chocolate muffin out of the basket and handing it over. "The chocolate I used was a higher percent of cacoa than I'd prefer, but I'm pretty sure I used enough cream to offset the bitterness."

Bitter dark chocolate much like Rilla's soul, or something.

"Of course, it was only milk and not proper cream, so I had to add some extra sugar, too..." Karla suddenly realized how much she was talking and stopped abruptly, turning red again. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to prattle on!"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla rolled her eyes as she popped part of the muffin into her mouth. "Oh, these aren't bad!" she praised.

Sort of. It wasn't cool to seem too enthusiastic.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

So, no, nothing was wrong with Sookie, aside from the fact that she'd stayed in bed with Bobby way, way later than she normally would. (Sleeping. Heavens. She was allowed -- she'd almost been killed yesterday and taken two portals.)

So it was understandable when, as she walked back through camp, she stared at Rilla. "...Rilla?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla waved a hand lazily. "Welcome back, Sookie, And, you know, stuff."

So eloquent.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Are you smoking?" she almost screeched, marching over to Rilla to -- oh, god, her dress, too. "And what are you wearing?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Super cute, right?" she said. "I picked it up from somewhere."

By which she probably meant shoplifted.

[glacial_queen]

Karla was too shy to greet Sookie--someone so pretty and popular was way too cool for her--but she could offer the muffin basket in mute entreaty to have one.

It ought to be noted that every muffin and scone in there was baked to delicious, home-made perfection.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Hi, sweetie," Sookie said, still feeling very warm towards Karla -- the whole life-saving thing probably had something to do with that -- and peeked at the basket. "...did you make these?"

Yes, totally suspicious.

[glacial_queen]

"Y-Yes," she said, ducking her head and blushing furiously at the endearment. She knew it was just the way Sookie was, but for a moment, it almost sounded like they were friends.

Which was just preposterous, since who would want to be friends with a shy little wallflower like her?

"I d-did. Muffins and sc-scones."