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?"

[sanders_csi]

His mind went to a beautiful place where this woman 'experimented' with another woman, maybe on the beach, with sand sticking to bare skin, just like in the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.

"Uhh...right," he managed to say, smiling at her again since pretty much all words failed him.

[dr_girlscout]

"...Greg?" She laughed, and waved a hand in front of his face. "Sorry, I didn't go to a school where there was a lot of experimenting like that. As far as I know, I like men. Like... a lot of this island."

[sanders_csi]

"Then you're in the majority," he offered brightly. "Liking men. You know...because if you were in the group that likes women, I'd be out of luck." RIght, that sounded great. Very Vegas.

[dr_girlscout]

"Do you have anything clever to add about the odds out here?" Cameron asked, maybe leaning against him a little. He was more than cute. He was... really cute.

[sanders_csi]

Score! Greg shifted so he could lay his arm around her shoulders. "I'm not too good about odds. That's Warrick, but he's not here. Odds are pretty good right now, though," he said, his voice dropping lower.

[dr_girlscout]

"Yeah?" Cameron smiled up at him, setting the moonshine jar down on the grass. "...you know, there are so many puns about getting luck that I can't even figure out which one to go with."

[sanders_csi]

"I've probably heard them all anyway," he grinned, catching a whiff of just how much she'd drank. If there was any luck at all, it'd be him helping her find her room so she didn't pass out and die.

[dr_girlscout]

She felt a little sleepy, but she also felt nice and dizzy. Hazy, like she was seeing things through a comforting fog. Hm. The fog was a little horny.

Even though her thoughts were probably telegraphed on her face quite clearly, she leaned up and pressed her lips to his.

[sanders_csi]

"Oh," he murmured, kissing her back. Drunk or not, she felt good and was close and...wow.

[dr_girlscout]

For one or two seconds, she'd been terrified that she'd miscalculated and it would blow up in her face. He'd turn out to be dating Cuddy or something.

But then he kissed back, and Cameron let out a relieved breath, opening her mouth.

[sanders_csi]

She hadn't miscalculated, and Greg ventured a caress down her cheek and neck. The moonshine was strong, but he was only one shot down and had enough sense not to go straight for the boob.

[dr_girlscout]

Cameron tilted her head into his hand, and then, without warning at all, climbed into his lap. This was probably one of those Bad Decisions she'd encountered before, but damn if they didn't feel like a good idea at the time.

[sanders_csi]

He caught his breath as she got on him, and wasn't in any position, literally or metaphorically, to say no. God, she smelled good and she was exactly the type of girl he'd go for back home.

Girl-shaped.

"Uh, Allison," he murmured, then decided the hell with it. She was moving way faster than he was anyhow, so if his hand just sort of eased lower and cupped her breast, it could totally be an accident.

[dr_girlscout]

It was so wonderful when plans came together, even plans you didn't really know you had. Greg was turning out to be just the right kind of guy for this. Cameron was refusing to reflect on his name. It meant nothing.

Squirming a little on top of him, Cameron used her mouth on his to let him know that was just fine.

[sanders_csi]

Oh...squirming. God, drunk or not, this was too nice. He held her hip lightly and kneaded her breast a little, letting his tongue drag against hers.

For a second, less than a second, he ondered if she was a guy. Freaky-hot-chick-good-to-go-day had bit Nick right in the ass.

Less than a second, and he decided he didn't care.