itp: night in the life

[bitchester]

[camp is so quiet that the crickets and the cows are having a rap battle with their sounds to the rousing applause of the toucans. elsewhere, people are out and about ...

what are you doing in camp tonight?]

(( night in the life post! mingle away, I am not running this. ))

Comments

[solipsismmortal]

[guess who smells like he's been taking blood bubble-baths]

[painintheneck]

[mmm, delicious.]

Hello there.

[solipsismmortal]

Evenin', dollface.

[painintheneck]

How are you tonight?

[solipsismmortal]

Just peachy. You lookin' fer something?

[painintheneck]

Oh, not particularly. I'm just trying to meet new people.

[solipsismmortal]

Then it's nice ta meetcha, yer majesty.

[painintheneck]

[her reaction to this is basically "oh, so you've heard of me! /preens"]

The pleasure is all mine. What's your name?

[solipsismmortal]

[:)]

Vino, or if ya like, you can call me by my former name, Claire Stanfield. I also go by the Rail Tracer, ta some.

[painintheneck]

Which would you prefer, Mr. Stanfield?

[solipsismmortal]

Whichever one you like. I answer ta all three.

[painintheneck]

Then the next time we meet, I'll surprise you.

[solipsismmortal]

Lookin' forward to it.

[painintheneck]

May I ask you a personal question?

[solipsismmortal]

Shoot.

[painintheneck]

I couldn't help but notice that you smell absolutely delicious. Where did you get so much blood?