Backdated to August 1st

[first_pink_lady]

By golly, she was nineteen.  Nineteen and on a tropical hunk of rock in the middle of the ocean.  Then again, it wasn't all that grim- nIneteen wasn't that landmark of an age, anyway, and the island wasn't so bad when she wasn't playing fetus-babysitter or stuck in a month-long monsoon.

If she'd been home, they would have graduated by now - most

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[scotsfriction]

Amy had never been the sort to judge people by their habits. Her own were strange enough to limit her circle of close friends growing up and her tendency to go for a laugh first and foremost had kept them easily at bay. It wasn't personal, it was simply easier to laugh and play up being the joke than worry what others truly thought.

Stepping outside the Compound, she pushed her sunglasses onto her face looking about before starting down the steps. This weather was gorgeous and no one looked twice at her or gossiped about the length (or lack thereof) of her skirts. Ever.

"Pardon me," she said, stepping around the girl as she stepped onto the ground turning slightly to give an appreciative nod at the girl's outfit. "Nice skirt."

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"Thanks," Rizzo smiled, and wished she could hear what Principal McGee would say about the sky-high hemlines around here. Her enraged propriety had been gut-busting enough when she'd worn pedal pushers to science class, so she could only imagine the hilarity of this new outrage. Rizzo, truth be told, couldn't wait to give the new style a try - but flimsy bathing suits were one thing, and she hadn't yet gotten up the bravado to wear out something that she couldn't bend over in. But as much as she loved her go-to skin-tight pencil skirts, it was hotter even than California around here, and she couldn't wonder around in a leopard print bikini all the time.

"Yours ain't nothing to throw a stick at either." She said generously, and was momentarily jealous of the other girl's long red hair. She was like a pin up waiting to happen. "You ever worry about someone taking a peek at your panties in that thing?" She asked curiously.

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"Sometimes." Shrugging her shoulders as a lazy smile slid onto Amy's face, she paused her walking. Carrying on a conversation while walking from someone wasn't exactly easy and she wasn't up for that challenge.

Her mum had always commented on the length of her skirts, suggesting something a bit more appropriate. But skirt length had come with the territory as had lectures about her job and how she was wasting her potential. Oh, those things would be missed for certain but for now Amy was relishing the utter freedom. "But if someone wants to go for a look, they're welcome. It's not exactly subtle walking about on your knees looking up a bird's skirts."

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"I knew a cat who'd slide on his back across bleachers to get a look at a gal's white ones." She said wryly, and she suddenly missed that numbskull Putzie in a way she never thought she would. "I think subtlety ain't a major concern." And she kinda admired the chick's attitude about it.

"Smoke?" She asked, sliding another of Guy's rolled smokes out of the dilapidated pack she kept them in and proffering it out the redhead with the hand not busy taking a drag of her own.

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Eyebrows lifting Amy was a bit impressed by that. That definitely didn't sound like a bloke who wanted to go under the radar with his actions. As suspect as those things might be you had to admire it.

Temporarily wrestling with herself and more importantly what Rory would say if she came home smelling like smoke. Probably a little gentle worrying and a bit of scolding but nothing worth bothering about. "Sure. Why not?" she shrugged, walking back towards the steps and sitting down on the bottom one.

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Rizzo handed over the cigarette and delved into her ever-present black clutch for her silver Zippo lighter. It'd been a gift from Zuke, and she had half a mind to think it was stolen, but either way it would be a sad day when the fuel ran out. Not that she'd cared too much for the guy, really, but she'd liked the gesture - even if it was stolen. She flicked it open and waited for the redhead to stick it between her lips to start the flame. "You a bottle redhead?" She asked conversationally, because if curiosity killed the cat, Rizzo was probably destined for a similar fate.

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Pressing the cigarette between her lips she leaned forward and inhaled, waiting for the cigarette to light before leaning back. Exhaling slowly, she shook her head covering her mouth as she coughed a bit. Looking effortless was a bit hard when she hadn't really done this since she was fifteen and standing in a girl's lavatory.

Like riding a bike or something. "Nah. Real thing. Wanted to be blonde for a while, but I lost my nerve."

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The lighter burst into flame with a flick, and was exhaled with just a quick snap. She snickered slightly as the girl coughed, clearly not a habitual smoker, but not nearly as virginal at it as Sandy. You shouldn't inhale unless you're used to it.

"Nah, I'm sick of blondes." She said decisively, giving a shake of her head and reaching up to run her fingers through her own brunette curls. "Betty Grable, Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield... they were lookers alright, but the whole blondie thing ain't the goddamn bee's knees."

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"Ah yeah, gets a bit boring after a while." Nodding along, she let her mind wander as she conjured up images for those women. The only one that immediately sprang forward was Marilyn Monroe but everyone knew what she looked like.

"Nothing wrong with red or brown hair. Rita Hayworth and Natalie Wood weren't blonde, neither was Audrey or Katharine Hepburn. They made it work."

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"Their other assets helped," Rizzo agreed with a smile, and was pleased as punch that this gal could name movie star examples that she actually recognized. She didn't really like being outta the loop with everyone who was from a year later than her, and hadn't quite caught on to what seemed to her like a world outta some sci-fi flick at the drive-in. "Bet you're from the turn of the century, aren't ya? Those ladies gotta have had some kinda staying power, if you know them from way over then."

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"Oh definitely. But yeah, just past it actually."

It was weird to be asked if she was from the turn of the century. Amy supposed it was right, for she had lived through the turn of a century but it made her think of the time before World War I and horse drawn carriages and all that it. It felt very far away.

"They do, plus my mum loved movies from then. Something about feeling like a little girl again and all that."

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Rizzo laughed out her smoke through pursed lips, idly eyeing the dwindling cigarette held loosely between her fingers. "You ain't rubbing in I could be your grandma, are you honey?"

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"Wouldn't dream of it," Amy rolled back her shoulders a smile on her own face as she took another drag on her cigarette. "Besides I could probably be someone else's gran so we're all even."

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"Smart gal." Rizzo grinned, and being amused was easier then getting overwhelmed by this whole relative-time shindig. "You got a name, doll?"

[scotsfriction]

"Amy Pond. Amelia really but no one's called me that since I was thirteen outside my mum and dad. What about you?" It figured that exchanging names were needed to carry on a conversation. She would have gotten there sooner or later. She always did.

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"I like Amelia better." She said, a bit bluntly, taking a long drag on her cigarette as she considered how to put her preferance into words. "Amelia sounds like a bombshell moviestar or pin-up. Amy's a perky cheer captain and student council secretary." Not that she expected the gal to care, it was just her two cents.

"Just Rizzo for me'll do just fine."