Soft spoken with a broken jaw.

[dr_girlscout]

It was luck of the draw that Cameron had managed to get her hands on alcohol at all.

She'd met the redhead in the kitchen while he cut lemons, and after discovering he'd known Chase very well, she'd also persuaded him to let her have a jar of her very own backwater moonshine. Really, she'd been TRYING not to make the Southern jokes, but after a

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[sanders_csi]

Greg had spent the day in the jungle, mostly fucking around, but looking at ants and flowers, too. Never knew when you might find something handy. Like...a drunk chick.

"Hey," he said with a nod and a wave. "Party of one?"

[dr_girlscout]

Cameron opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was way the hell up there.

"You wanna make it a party of two?" When she was drunk (or high, if the occasion called for it), her voice dropped a register or so, turning husky. "If you don't drink alone, people can't say anything's wrong."

[sanders_csi]

Oh, man. Greg nodded, bugs forgotten as he took a seat next to her. "Is something wrong?"

[dr_girlscout]

"Nothing more than getting used to being here," said Cameron. "The whole getting magically transported across the island and facing dinosaurs didn't help." She held the moonshine his way.