Main Campfire | Afternoon | Sunday | June 12

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Nathan wasn't smoking today. Nathan wasn't drinking or rolling a joint or doing anything illegal that would have gotten him arrested if he didn't live on an insane fucking island where crime seemed to be embraced or, at least, tolerated.

No, Nathan was standing up the lit campfire (it might have been too warm for that but what the hell, he wanted to use his lighter for something) and texting back and forth with Alisha. Why Alisha, he didn't know but she'd been the one who returned his first text.

Of course, the subject of their conversation wasn't very, well, normal. Proving that Alisha really didn't think of Nathan as a friend, she was actually texting him with challenges of jumping into the fire and testing out how long he could last if he avoided the whole stop, drop and roll thing. Nathan kept threatening to take that dare but man, that fire looked really fucking hot.

And then Alisha was calling him names, questioning his masculinity and telling him she was going to tell everyone else that he couldn't even stand a little heat. Nathan wondered what he'd get if he did take the dare, Alisha said she'd let him touch her and go with it and now Nathan was...still staring at the fire.

It just looked really fucking hot.

[Campfire's open and no, he is not going into the fire, I promise. Way too hot.]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Trying to out-stare it, Waffles?" Effy'd never got another name out of him, so nickname borne of the major memorable topic from their last conversation it was.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Nathan didn't even look up. He knew that voice and he knew that smartass tone (he used it so often himself) so he was just going to wave his phone in her direction.

"One of my many, many friends back in England can't live without me," Nathan replied, sending a message back to Alisha to see if he could get some dirty details out of her. "So, I'm throwing her a bone and describing the beast inside my pants for her."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"And she believes you?" Maybe she should try to sound less amused, but-- Nah.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Nathan sent her a glare for that one, forgetting about Alisha for the moment. "She believes me because she has eyes. You could use your eyes too and take a look at the front of my pants to know I speak the truth. Don't look directly at it or you're liable to go blind from awesomeness."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara didn't mind the cabins, but it did mean she now had to put at least a modicum of effort into avoiding people.

She decided she probably should have put in a bit more and gone around the campgrounds instead of cutting across them when she saw that Nathan was at the fire. Though maybe he wouldn't recognise her now she was back in her leathers...

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy smirked, but couldn't help but let her eyes wander a little. All that therapy hadn't completely changed her. "Feel sorry for the girls who shag you, then." Apparently, they came away blind.

"You make them wear sunglasses the whole time or what?"

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Oh, Cara was going to get unlucky today. When he realized someone was approaching, he glanced up idly and went back to looking at his phone. Something about her pinged in the back of his mind though and he looked back up at her.

"Hey!" Yeah, he knew there was something about her, something he should recognize. "You...did something to me!"

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Please," Nathan said, rolling his eyes. He gestured to his face before grinning. "They're too busy looking at this portrait of beauty right here. No one can take their eyes of the face."

Too bad said face was still healing up from the broken nose and didn't look that great.

[wrongkindofsith]

Not kicked him as hard and low as she should have, that's that she'd done. "Did I?" She'd also (thankfully) lost the inexplicable Australian accent she'd had over the weekend.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Why do I know you?" Nathan asked, looking her up and down. The memory still wasn't coming to him and it was probably because it was associated with pain. "Did we go out or something?"

No, that wasn't it.

[wrongkindofsith]

No matter what happened, Cara would never be that desperate. "I'd rather bathe in lye."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Kinky," Nathan said, still staring at her to try and figure out how he knew her. "I like a little pain with my pleasure too. See, we could be great together."

[wrongkindofsith]

"I doubt that." Cara let a hand drift down to brush against the agiels she wasn't even bothering to try to hide today. "Even if I wanted to, I don't think you'd like how I take my pleasure."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"And one of these girls, driven to such jealousy by your hot mug she took her fist to your nose?" she asked, cocking her head as she looked at him.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"No, one of those girls turned into a fucking vampire and decided she wanted to headbutt me in the face just for kicks," Nathan informed her with a glower. "I didn't want to fuck her anyway. Her face looked like the inside of a diseased asshole."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Wait a minute," Nathan said as realization finally fucking dawned on him. "You're the goddamned bank! You're the one who couldn't shut up about her interest rates and how sad was I to realize that that wasn't a name for your rack?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Now he'd realised that, maybe he'd leave her alone. "I'm not a bank. Or as good-tempered as she was."

There was a warning there, if only Nathan was willing to heed it.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"You kicked me!" Nathan accused, pointing a finger at her. "You kicked me because I thought you were some kind of whore but what was I supposed to think when you were like begging me for money?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"You should be glad that's all I did," Cara told him in a dangerously calm and conversational voice. "If I'd been myself I'd probably have gelded you for that."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"I don't even know what that means," Nathan told her, shaking his head. "Gelded? Does that mean strip down and oil up?"

Oh, he could hope.

[wrongkindofsith]

"It does involve stripping." Just not much else Nathan would enjoy.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate? My attention is totally yours, bank girl."

[wrongkindofsith]

"To begin with, I can do it on my own but really it's something that works better with more than one Mord'Sith." Cara's voice lowered and she moved in closer to Nathan. Which should really have been yet another warning. "Two or three of my sisters would be ideal."

After all, someone had to pass her the knife.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, sisters?" Oh, his brain was not even thinking of all the bad things this could lead to. He was just thinking of all the good things that could come of hot sisters. He'd never been in the middle of a sister sandwich before. "And would you and your sisters be wearing...nothing more than a smile?"

Oh, he could hope.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Not yet." Which wasn't entirely a lie. You had to wash off afterwards. "But you'd be, a Mord'Sith on each arm." Holding him down so he couldn't struggle.