Main Campfire | Afternoon | Tuesday | July 27

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex didn't have a damn thing going on today which made it easier to decide to hoof it out to the campfire and take a seat there. Outside meant he could smoke and not get bitched at by cabinmates. Outside meant he could watch people passing by, maybe entertain himself by annoying them. Outside meant not feeling like the walls were closing in.

He was feeling a little better than he had been the past few weeks but that still wasn't anything special. He lit a cigarette and leaned back against one of the logs, glancing up at the overcast sky before looking back around the camp site and wondering when the other shoe would drop. Things had been quiet for too long. It was bound to change.

[Open, of course. Working late at work so entertainment is neeeeeeeeeeded!]

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley walked over to the campfire without looking up from the book in his hands - oddly enough, the same book that had spent the weekend as a cranky older British man. When he finally looked up to choose a log to sit on, he saw Alex. "Oh, hello," he said. "Would you believe this isn't even the first time this week that I've come across someone smoking at the campfire?"

Okay, it wasn't the most fascinating thing in the world. Whatever.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Not surprising," Alex said, squinting at Wesley through the smoke from his cigarette. "Lots of people smoke here. Which one did you meet?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Oh.". Well, how was he supposed to know?

"I believe her name was Ellie, or... Effy, maybe?" he ventured.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex tilted his head and smirked. "Effy smokes. Ellie, as far as I know, doesn't. She British like you?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I believe she said she was from Bristol?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Effy," he said, nodding and keeping most anything else off his face. "I know her but I know most of the smokers. It's a little club. We usually meet on the dorm roof but we can't out here. We got a secret handshake and everything."

No, they didn't.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

To Wes' credit, he only fell for that story for a second. It probably showed on his face as soon as he figured out that it was crap, though. He grinned knowingly as if it was obvious.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What? You don't think we do?" he asked, not really manage to contain his own smirk. "We could. We're cool enough to, I think. We're rad."

And saying that was just painful. Alex made a face.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley smirked a bit himself. "Oh, yes, you're social butterlies," he laughed.

[mathletenomore.livejournal.com]

At the moment, outside meant Lindsay had escaped class. That was always a nice feeling.

"You could probably light the campfire with that," she said, indicating the cigarette.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Too hot for that," he said, glancing up at her. "And I'm outta s'mores."

[mathletenomore.livejournal.com]

"Or you're just keeping them all for yourself," Lindsay replied, the grin on her face revealing slight amusement.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," Alex said coyly, smirking up at her. "If you're nice to me, I might share them."

Yes, he'd share the s'mores that he didn't have.

[mathletenomore.livejournal.com]

"Not sure even chocolate and marshmallows are worth that," Lindsay snickered, taking a seat on one of the logs.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Your loss." He stretched his legs out and smirked. "You think being nice to me would be that bad?"

[mathletenomore.livejournal.com]

"I guess if you can be, I can, too," Lindsay said, her smile a little more genuine this time.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Exactly. I can be nice." Rarely. "You caught me on a good day. I've been pissy most of the month. Everyone's gotta have a good day or two. Maybe it was those beers I had this morning."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"What are you smoking?" was Katniss's greeting.

Where she was from, that was a reasonable question. Her father had been known to put different herbs in his pipe based on his mood.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"A cigarette," he said and glanced up at the unfamiliar girl. "Why? Want one?"

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"What's in it?" she clarified. "Tobacco or something else?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Tobacco, yeah." And probably some other shit to make it a cigarette but he didn't know all that. "You want anything stronger, you're gonna have to wait a few days."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm all right. I was just curious," she replied, shaking her head. "I haven't met many smokers here."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Probably looking in the wrong places," he replied with a shrug. "Know where to look and you'll find one or two. Got a thing for smokers?"

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"A thing?" she repeated, arching a brow. "No, not really. I don't know many at home. It's not like I'm on some kind of smoker hunt."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Why not? Most of us are hot and interesting," he said, snickering a bit. "You could do worse than going on a smoker hunt. And look at that, you found me. Score one for you already."