2019-10-28 - Beer Can Chicken & Bonfire

Natalia is talking to one of the older residents of the trailer park, accepting her peach pretzel jello salad with a tilted smile on her face. She gives it a dubious look and sets it aside on the food table, resisting the urge to poke a finger at it to see if it feels as weird as it looks. People eat that stuff? The grill needs attention so she makes her way over with a fork, checking to see how the chicken is coming.

She glances out toward the bonfire, then ducks forward to see how hard the rain is still coming down. "You're probably going to need some help getting that fire started." She calls out toward her sister, leaning down to grab a soda from one of the coolers, pulling on the tab to open it with a hiss. Some of the food is already done, and people are picking and spooning things on to plates, sitting beneath the tent as they eat.

Noelle Duchannes, No to almost everyone around here, looks up from the wood pile and thumbs up to her sister. "I got it, I think." Nobody probably saw that half a bottle of starter she just slathered the wood in. Probably no one saw the pile of papers she may or may not have liberated from a hoarding situation and crumpled under the wood either. Okay, it was a bottle of starter. Shhh.

Earlier, Noelle popped out of the trailer at space 21 carrying a cookie sheet laden with various colors and flavors of homemade cupcakes. It's nice and chilly out here, so the icing isn't likely to slide right off as it did that day in July they tried to hold a grill out. Puddles of frosting are nobody's friend. The cupcakes sit at the end of the table under the tent, but Noelle's trying to eat one and strike a match on the side of a box at the same time.

Bloop. Her cupcake lands icing side down in the bonfire, but so does the match. A tiny, tiny little fire springs to life. Go little fire, go.

Older sister senses are tingling. Natalia has a feeling her sister has done something she isn't going to like. When the younger Duchannes says that she has the bonfire sorted, the older sister freezes. "What did you put on that wood?" She asks, strolling toward her younger sister when she tries to ignite the wood. She sees the icing land on the bonfire right before a tiny little flame is born.

"Well there goes your cupca-.." WOOSH. Suddenly there is fire. Not enough to burn anyone alive, but it spreads faster than Nat might have given it credit for. The light drizzle isn't beating it down any, and it's warm. "Well, I guess you did a good job. Maybe." She grudgingly concedes, glancing back at the grills and the people tending them. "We're going to have a lot of leftovers, so I hope you're hungry."

What did you put on the wood? Does the younger sister hear that? Yes. Does she reply. Noooope.

No almost jumps back from the wood as her tiiiny fire hits a puddle of starter and flashes up like it does... when you use too much. "Heyyy. Good job, flames." Hopefully they'll actually steam off enough surface water to catch the was-dry-until-it-rained wood in the pit. She turns and thumbs up to her sister. She nods, brushing her hair back from her shoulders, wandering off only when she's sure the pit has caught. "I can eat grilled chicken leftovers for weeks. Make some chicken & dumplings and freeze it."

No ducks under the tent and finger-combs her new lob back into a short tail.

Natalia walks up next to Noelle, watching the bonfire catch and start to burn. "That old lady brought that jello shit that you like." She says quietly, turning her head toward the table. She eyes the orange-y creation for a few beats. "Nobody is touching it, pretty sure you're going to be eating that for a few days." A beat. "You weirdo."

She turns back to help people get situated, handing out drinks and helping kids make plates for themselves. Parents are probably out playing horseshoes, one would hope. Neighbors chat with one another at the tables, picking potato chips out of bowls that have been set out on the tables. "Don't burn the rest of your hair off." Nat calls back to her sister, a little belatedly, probably just to piss her off.

Noelle sighs happily at the sight of the wobbly orange monstrosity. "Sweet. More. For. Me." She grins and glances over at the rest of the dessert table, which is predictably and steadily decreasing in bounty. "I had to hide a tray of rice crispie treats because the burnouts were blazing before they showed up." Eventually they'll probably get enough munchies going to try for the peach jell-o salad. No keeps an eye out in case she needs to hide that too.

There's a lengthy delay between when Nat says something about her hair to when No processes through it and actually looks up. "...mmmm." She makes a soft sound of warning, but says nothing else about it, though her wheels are already turning. A beat later, she says, "I drank all your wine." It's a really lame come back, but it's what she has.

Noelle's just ducked under the end of the tent near the desserts table, after getting the bonfire going. Natalia's been doing the rounds checking on the grilling chicken.

"You drank all of my wine.. again?" Natalia says, rolling her eyes as she gazes over at her sister. "I would be shocked by that if you didn't do it all the time." She opens a grill and pokes at a cooking chicken, sniffing at it before she pops a thermometer inside to make sure it's cooked through. Nope. That is salmonella waiting to happen.

"What if I wanted to have wine tonight?" She says to herself, closing the hood to the grill as she walks toward the food, looking for the rice crispy treats. They're gone though, she'll never find them, but she'll be dreaming about them while sitting at the bonfire tonight. Oh the humanity.

"I delivery foods for a living," No calls back to her sister, who is currently molesting some chickens stood with beer cans up their butt cavities.

The blonde will probably bring out the rice crispie treats she stowed during the bonfire, like an 11th hour angel of sugary treats, thus erasing all animosity for the wine's absence. She is a clever monster, Noelle. She leaves her spot under the tent after snagging a brownie, and calls, "I can get more boxed wine from the Safeway later if you need it." That place is open like all night.

"Has anybody seen the mallet? This spike is loose." She kicks the southernmost spike and it nearly pops right out of the soggy ground.

A balding man ambles toward Noelle, holding out a boot toward Noelle. "Don't have a mallet, Miz Noelle, but you can use my boot if you want." The gentle giant gives the girl a bright smile, waiting for her to take his footwear.

Natalia is mollified by the offer of boxed wine, sipping at her soda as she checks on food that's being cooked. Every so often old women surround her to offer advice on what to put on the hamburger, how to turn the hot dogs, what to baste the chicken with. They go on and on, and while it might seem like Nat is listening? She's checked out a little bit ago, daydreaming of sitting down in front of the bonfire so she can relax.

She hands the bbq fork to one of the women and makes her way over to the table, taking a seat so she can fish out some pretzels to dollop into the ranch dip.

"Aw, thanks, Bubba." Noelle grins and takes the boot as it's offered. She salutes him with it, rights the stake, and gives a good couple of hard whacks to drive it a little deeper into the ground. The result is largely the same, though the blonde now seems satisfied with the angle. She gives it another nudge with her foot, then reaches up to return the boot. "Have a brownie on me, The ones with the layer of chocolate frost have pecans in them, so steer clear." All the food with potential allergens has been carefully labeled, but it never hurts to worn the allergic people.

Especially when they're about a beer shy of a sixer down already. She gives the horseshoe stake another wiggle, seems satisfied enough, and wanders over to poke around one of the large coolers nearby the horseshoes setup to see that all the drinks are cold enough.

Anyone outside and at the bonfire probably saw Nicole pull up in her old silver Honda Accord, get out of the car all dressed in black and head into her navy blue and white camper trailer. She just got off work not long ago it seems. Awhile later she steps out in a pair of jeans, baggy maroon sweater, and a pair of white converse low-top Allstars. Her hair is wet and pulled back in a lazy bun, and she wears only a minimal amount of makeup. She doesn't hang out at the trailer park often, not outside anyway, though she may have been seen futzing with her plants outside from time to time. She's a local, but only lived here in the park a couple years. Approaching the others, she offers a wave with one hand, carrying a plate of chocolate chip cookies in the other. "Hey... thought I would stop being a hermit when I heard about this get-together. I'm Nicole."

Natalia grins over toward Nicole when she walks up, holding out a hand to introducing herself. "Hey, nice to see you Nicole. I'm Natalia, this is my sister Noelle. She goes by No. We're managing the place for now." She points toward the food table. "Food is over there, help yourself to anything you want to eat or a drinks. Beer and sodas in the coolers." She indicates the bonfire before she snickers. "Keep an eye on that before you sit down to get warm. She put a lot of firestarter on it."

She gives her sister a wry look and then shrugs. "The rain should clear up soon. Be a nice starry night for the bonfire."

Rusty, who travels via ride-sharing at the moment, came in after lunch and went to sleep. The budding social media personality doesn't keep normal hours, as told by his neighbors. Last night got loud again, with Rusty livestreaming again. Fortunately, that is Rusty's only issue as a resident. He's quiet, usually and really anti-social. Waving neighbors get stared at with confusion. YET. Here he is. In clean clothes! He smells like cheap cologne, soap, and hair coloring. That rich brown doesn't upkeep itself. But he still have that white-gray streak in the front. He comes out towards the tent and stops near the women. Then he stands near them. In silence. Hands in his jean pockets.

Noelle looks up from the cooler to wave, "Hey, Nicole." She's prompted by her sister's introduction. She, her sister, and one of her brothers live in 21. Rumor has it they've been around awhile, are currently managing the place since the active manager had to go away on family business. Most people around here know Noelle works doing Thai delivery at night, and odd jobs around the park during the day. "You want a drink, we got cold ones in the coolers, some hot chocolate's supposed to be coming..." She glances around like she's trying to remember who was bringing it. The funny thing is the one who's supposed to be bringing it? Noelle herself. She glances over as Rusty stops nearby, and eyes him for a minute before she asks, "Get you a beer?" She stands.

Funny how it happens sometimes, people all living in close proximity, never knowing one another. Nicole pays her lot rent on time though and takes care of her place rather well, so there's not been much need to talk to the managers. But, she's been actively trying to not hermit herself anymore. "Nice to meet you, Natalia, Noelle..." then Rusty walks up and says nothing at all. "And...." She smiles at him then looks at Noelle. "I'll get one in a bit, thank you."

Natalia watches her sister behave like a polite individual and there is a brief look of pride on her face. She mostly raised that wild child. Not so much of a child anymore. She scoops up a little jello salad on a plate, adds a piece of cheesecake and manages to get a hotdog slathered with mustard. She takes her plate to one of the fold out chairs, plops down into it and glances at the kid sitting next to her. "If I don't eat this jello stuff, you want it?" She asks, quirking a brow at her mini seat neighbor. The kid shakes his head and makes a face. Great.

She takes a spoonful of the jello, takes a taste. It's not horrible, she'll take it.

"..." Silent surprise is the response Rusty has to being addressed. "Shit. Hi. I'm Rusty. Live on 17." He shakes his head. "I'm not supposed to dri--" He says, as if by rote. Then he smiles. "I'll take a beer. I don't take any fucking meds anymore. Pfft." He plucks a can out of a cooler and his eyes glide over the women, landing on Natalia. "I like jello stuff." Beat. "Oh, uhhh...did you guys hear me last night? My one neighbor did and I had to apologize." He pouts a little.

Noelle has for the night cast upon herself the illusion of a functional adult. She even smiles to both Nicole and Rusty, tucking a couple of strands that have fallen from her ponytail behind her ear. "Oh, yeah, I mean, usually we only meet people when there's a toilet or other problem." There's a break in the drizzle coming down, which gives the bonfire time enough to steam out any extra moisture, and folks more of a chance to mingle away from the dessert table under the tent. There's plenty of seating under it, though, and fairy lights to keep it cheerful. "Hey, Rusty in 17. This is Nicole." She nods to Nicole, "Nat's my sister." She thumbs to Natalia. "I'm No. Noelle if you're mad at me." She looks at Rusty for a beat, "Yeah, I couldn't figure out what you were doing." A beat. "What were you doing?"

The hum of a single street lamp at the back of the park throws enough illumination for those playing horseshoes to see by. The occasional heavy sound of metal impacting metal is heard from back there, just when someone books the target stake.

"Nice to meet you, Rusty," Nicole says to him before wandering off to a cooler for a beer or something herself. "Hear you do what?" she asks softly then adds Uh, I think I'm 33?" She looks towards her trailer, the blue and white one. "There." There's a pergola standing outside her door and a little patio area decorated with all kinds of plants, shrubs, and flowers.

Natalia scoots over, thumbing toward the dessert table. "Get some jello stuff and come sit down and eat it. This little sh.. person isn't going to help us, but I'm sure we'll manage." She eyes the kid next to her, and the kid eyes her back. Looks like Natalia made a new friend. He's probably five.

She casts a suspicious look towards Noelle because she's behaving, and that only happens during a full moon or when she's been stolen by aliens. Since this party isn't going to run itself, she's resigned not to let her suspicions fly too far out of control. She's going to eat instead. Another spoonful of the jello stuff goes down the hatch and she nods through it.

"We heard you last night, but No figured it wasn't something we needed to call an ambulance about, so .." She shrugs and flashes a grin toward Randy. "I have earplugs in my room because my sister doesn't know what a proper bedtime is. Her music usually blasts until three am or later. I know all the lyrics to every Nirvana song in existence."

She leans forward and nods as Nicole points, grinning slightly. "I like the flowers."

"I like the flowers too." Rusty says, smiling slightly. "I...didn't plant anything." His trailer features slightly neglected shrubs from whoever was there previous. "I kept it clean all spring and summer though." He did! He seems to relax after that statement and then wanders away for jello stuff. He is delighted to find it peach flavored and, with some hesitation, he sits by Natalia. "NiNatNo." He blurts out. "And...Ru. Always the ill fit. Oh...what I do? Fight with people over the internet in front of a faceless, nameless audience." Nom. "Pays the bills."

Noelle thumbs over at Nat and then waves her finger in a circle around her ear like the older Duchannes doesn't know what she's talking about. The blonde scoops a root beer, the expensive IBC kind, cracks off the top and takes a swig. "You have some pretty flowers out front of yours, Nicole. I don't grow things, really, but Nat's pretty good at it too."

"Somebody brought some peach jello salad if you're into that." She makes her way over to the dessert table to put a dent in a few items there while they wait for the beer can chicken and BBQ chicken and sundry other items to finish cooking on those grills manned by volunteers. So far, nothing that's not supposed to be on fire is on fire.

No grabs a plastic cup and a bamboo spoon (hey, we're half earth conscious!) and scoops up a serving of jello stuff. She plops down in a chair next to Noelle. "My music doesn't blast." Yes, sometimes, it does. She grins at NiNatNo. "That's us, Ruru." She spoons up a huge bite. "What were you fighting about?" Did she just perk up about getting paid to argue? Maybe. She takes a massive bite of the jello stuff.

"Thank you... I try, but, sometimes I need help." Nicole says with a smile to Natalia. The smile is shared to Rusty. "Thank you." She looks confused though. "Fight with people... how?" Holding up a hand at another offer of food, Nicole says, "no thank you. I had a filling breakfast and lunch. It's all really great though, you guys pulling this together."

"If you want, I can come over and plant some flowers in front of your trailer." Natalia offers to Rusty, spooning up another taste of the jello stuff. She tilts her head toward the shed behind the Duchannes double wide. "I have plenty of seeds and stuff in there, once we get through the cold months, you could have some pretty blossoms, if you cared about it, you know?"

She eyes him when he mentions his job, glancing briefly at her sister. "Oh, sounds like an interesting job." Hopefully her sister doesn't try it out.

Her brown eyes swing back toward Nicole. "Well we wanted to get to know our neighbors. It's all fun and games until you call us at three in the morning to plunge a frog out of your toilet and we've never met. Makes things awkward."

"Well...verbal debates. I livestream once or twice a month now." Rusty explains. "We, I...well..." He sighs. "It's all hokey occult shit. Like last night was a very serious discussion on if the North American mountain ranges are home to the ''New Wizards''." He does the finger quotes and if West Virginia's coal industry is a front for the new wizard and it's the stupidest thing I have ever read. And after I talked about it on my Youtube channel, the guy behind the theory called me out. Like, Oh, Tetani won't debate me. He's full of shit. He doesn't know shit." Rusty grumbles low. "I wouldn't entertained his bullshit had he not like, needled me for weeks. Dick bag." He snorts. "Tetani is me."

Noelle barks a laugh at the mention of the frog. "That frog shit was funny as hell." Frog shit is an unfortunate turn of phrase, but that's No. She wipes some jello off her chin. "You're be amazed what you can snake out of a pipe around here." But you probably don't want to know unless you've had a few beers. "New Wizards?" She doesn't know what the hell this is, but she asks, "Gimme your channel and I'll start some shit." She excels at shit starting. "Sounds like fun anyway. Might as well hear it clearly when you're making noise."

Grinning at Natalia, Nicole waves her hand. "I wouldn't... it's my trailer, so, I break it, I fix it." She pays for the lot, but not the trailer itself, it came with her from AZ. "But, getting to know neighbors is good. Like, especially around here, right? We gotta stick together."

Looking towards Rusty then, she lets her hand gesture forward in an upside-down point. "Do you know Cameron? She has some kind of weir... uh, some kind of blog thing dealing with stuff like, occult and things." At least, from what she has gathered.

Natalia stares vacantly at Rusty as he starts to describe what happened, she gets lost somewhere in the middle. Her jello spoon gets stuck into her mouth and she just sits there until he's done talking. Then when Noelle speaks up, she grimaces. "I don't think people wanna be amazed by that while they're trying to eat." She says, dragging the spoon out of her mouth so she can clench her teeth.

She turns back to Randy. "Sounds like you have fun, or enjoy your work, which is the most important thing." At the mention of Cameron, her eyes just shift briefly to one of the lots further down the road.

"Yeah, I know Cameron." Rusty says with an edge of...disdain? "Her viewership isn't as high as mine." It's not distain but it /is/ snobbery. "I admit to being more..reactionary. Clickbaity for the revenue. I mean...West Virginia Mountain Wizards? I know. I know. But I don't have tits. And I'm old. So. Different hurdles." He shifts a bit and pulls his wallet out. Fresh business cards are handed out. His handle across all platforms is some form or Tetani or Tetani_Gray. His cards are brand new with a neat, clean design. "A patron designed those for me. Donated a box of them for me. I have nice fans too."

Noelle hunkers down in her seat eating jello stuff, side-eying Nat. She grins a little bit behind her cup. Maybe she was inciting her sister a little bit on purpose. "You have good hair," she says to Nicole apropos of nothing. Noelle's, which used to be quite long and luxurious, has recently been lobbed and not that well. "I need to get mind fixed." Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask. Or do ask.

No takes a business card, plucking it from Rusty's hand between two fingers to turn it and study it before she shoves it into her jeans. "I need fans who give me stuff," she muses.

Cameron Cambridge, YouTube/Instagram/Twitter Witch Extraordinaire, slams open the door to her trailer a ways down the lot, which makes her jump at the loud BANG. Maybe she sensed someone talking shit about her channel. Maybe she operates on the Beetlejuice Principle and her name was mentioned one too many times. Or maybe the exotic dancer woke up and saw an opportunity for free food out of her window.

"Shit! Did I damage it?" A quick check of the side of the trailer the door handle impacted. Then a shake of her head. "No, no. It's fine. Come on, Mads, be nice to people and stop wigging out! You're not even that high."

The brunette vanishes back into the mouth of her trailer again, before re-emerging, dragging a goth behind her by the wrist. Said goth gets the dubious honor of holding the half-empty box of store-bought cookies they are bringing to the shindig. Neither of them is much of a cook, after all.

The brunette is drowning in a baggy hoodie proclaiming that she went to UCLA (she didn't) and a pair of jeans that hug her skinny legs all the way down to her puddle-proof boots. As the pair slowly tromp closer, down the rows of the trailer park to the tent with the bonfire and horshoes, et al, Cameron's hair bobs with every step. Her face brightens into a grin as she catches sight of Nicole.

Then it falls when she catches sight of Rusty. "Ugh." She murmurs, turning towards Madison to stop the goth and scowl at her. "Do NOT start some shit, Mads! I mean it! Just because of that little flamewar between our fans and Tetani's..." A glance towards the group, then back at the goth, as she takes Madison's hand and continues walking. She talks out of the side of her mouth. "But if you start some shit, you better win."

"Heeeeeey, Hair Fairy!" Cameron forces the wattage on her smile up as she gives a little wave towards Nicole. "And... landlords!" Yeah, she forgot the names already. She's bad with those. "And... you..." Finally, a look at Rusty.

"Oh.. I uh, don't know her like, crazy well. Just know she does that kind of thing." Nicole shrugs, then takes one of Rusty's cards. "I can't say I have seen one of her vlogs, but, she's nice." looking at the card she asks, "what's Tetani? Like, I know it is you, but does it mean anything?" Smiling at Noelle she reaches up to check her ponytail. "Thank you... you'd never believe what I do for a living. I own the Curl Up and Dye." She gives a wink to the self-proclaimed hair-fixed-needer. Looking up, Nicole waves a hand towards Cameron. "Hello, Cameron!" Then aside to Rusty, "speak of the devil."

Natalia caught Noelle's side eye and she aims a look at Nicole, a wide smile on her face. "She got her hair burned off by a prank." She states, taking the card from Randy. She turns it over and reads it, and then lets her thumb drift over the paper it's printed on. Then suddenly there is a Cameron and her smile turns wry. "Evening Cameron." She gestures to the food, the beer can chicken is ready for consuming now, all juicy and cut up on a plate.

Somewhere beyond them the people playing horse shoes gets loud, arguing over a throw, but they quiet down after a few beats, deciding to break up the party to come get some food.

Nat scoots down in her seat and focuses on her jello salad and cheesecake. Yummy?

Madison almost falls off the trailer. The woman is wearing clothes are that pretty unusual to her, which means she is dressed like a normal person: gray sweatpants with normal shoes on, a black SK8er shirt and her hair left wild and free in a mess of black tresses. She looks at the sky, and rubs her eyes with the one free hand she has.

"It is way too early to be social, Cameron." Staring at the local residents behind a curtain of black hairs and mascara, Madison frowns, at first. Not a sociable person when waking up and it is all too obvious. Like a savage, she mostly grunts at people and nods when they look at her.

"Oh, excuuuUuUuUse me! I don't start shit with nobody! I am Miss Congeniality around these parts, and you know that. People love my sunny disposition and upbeat behavior!" She shuffle dances and jazz hands with one hand for exactly half a second before crouching. "Forget it. Oh fuck. My ribs. I am so tired. Cam, why is everything spinning?!"

After taking a breather, Madison straightens up, moves straight to Noelle, and hands her out a cookie. "Here, from your BIGGEST fan, have Some Stuff!" She smiles widely, impossibly so, and looks around. "Okay, so, I have cookies, but I need a five star review after this get together, okay? "

At Noelle, again, she reaches to offer her hand, "Name is Madison. Nice to meet you!" She goes to Nicole, and offers a high five, "Hey, hello there! Fancy seeing you here! When are we going out again?! Scream until we lose our voices, mm?!" Natalia gets a curtsie, very medieval and very well practiced. "M'Lady! May I interest in some cookies?" Rusty gets a frown, and a staredown.

She stares him down, picks up a cookie, and munches on it, for the extra layer of intimidation. Crunch, crunch, crunch. She narrows her eyes.

Rusty stands up as Cameron and Madison approach, hands up as a sign of peace. "Did I not ban people? Did I not?" He did. Some. And maybe he stoked the fire early on. Not maybe. He did. "I thought it was fucking stupid in the beginning but when they started doxxing people? Foot down. My subreddit went private for a week! I did that!" He looks back at Nicole. "Clostridium tetani. The bacterium that causes Tetanus. Lockjaw. You can get it from a /rusty/ nail." He blinks. "That's super nerdy, I know. And the Gray is for the uh...streak." He blows the silvery lock of hair out of his eyes. All the while, he avoids Madison's gaze and crunchy intimidation. Apparently it works. On Rusty at least."

"Heeeeey, girl!" Cameron greets as she enters the figurative (and maybe literal) circle those gathered have formed, giving an up-nod of her chin towards Nicole. "I was just going to come see you later today and set up an appointment! Which now I won't have to. I need Mermaid Hair. Teals and seafoam highlights? For my costume. Can you squeeze your bestest Karaoke Buddy in?"

She swings in Natalia's direction, never letting her winning greeting smile waver. She places one hand on her hip, then sweeps a finger in the woman's direction, then back to the hip. "Hey- Heeeeey! ... Um... Natasha!" So close. So, so close. "Ha! Hey. How are you? How are- Someone smacked a hole in the side of my trailer over by the door, I think. Wasn't us."

She does her absolute level best to pretend Madison isn't having a Cookie Monster Staredown right now. No, if she ignores it hard enough, then it isn't happening. Like most of the stressers in her life. There's that large, friendly, cheekbone-highlight smile on her face, her hands twisted together in front of her. They untwist so she can start slapping Maddie's arm, harder and harder and harder, without looking at her, until she's done glaring.

She laughs, lifting a hand as if waving off a notion, trying to play at being cool and aloof, coming off mostly as fake and phony. "Oh, that? Pshaw. Nah. Don't even remember it!" She proclaims to Rusty. "I mean, who hasn't been called a few filthy, sexist names on the internet and had to temporarily shut down their Twitter every now and then?"

Noelle pulls a bit of a face when Natalia says her hair was burned off in a prank. She's still a little salty about the ... incident. No takes Madison's hand. "Hey, Noelle." She grins. "Nice to meetcha." Sit sits back to watch the Youtuber meeting.

Covering up a yawn with her fingertips, Nicole smiles at everyone. "Sorry, gonna have to cut my visit short. I was out way too late last night and need a nap." Looking at Cameron she says, "sure, just swing on by or give a call and we can set something up." Looking to Natalia and Noelle she offers, "We should do this again soon... like, I dunno, Next month, Thanksgiving bonfire... Anyway..." She lifts a hand up and waves to everyone as she starts to walk towards her trailer. "Night!"

"... what?"

Wait. Did the dude just.. wow. Madison -won- a staredown contest. The goth's dark-rimmed eyes go wide, and she just cannot believe it. Shit. She feels bad now. For a moment she is stunned! What to do when you actually win at something? Should she gloat? Should she make a huge instagram wall of text?! What is the procedure here?!

"Hey."

Madison pokes Rusty. "Hey, mister," she starts, and offers him a cookie. She feels bad now! Madison facepalms clears her throat, and tries to pretend that never happened. "Madison, by the way!"

Her voice is tentative. Like she doesn't want to bother Rusty, but also she really wants to know he is fine. She stares at Cameron, and slooowly places herself besides the woman, eating her cookie. Shit. She is going to get 1-star'd here!

She does wave good night to Nicole, though!

Natalia waves off the cookie offer, getting to her feet. "Noelle, the old ladies are going to brigade and clean up after the fire burns down. I'm going to go make a phone call." She turns her brown eyes to Cameron, Madison, Nicole and Rusty. "It was a pleasure to meet all of you, if you ever need anything, the number for the trailer park office is my cell number."

She brushes her hair behind her ears, picks up her drink and walks toward her trailer. "Be good everyone."

When Rusty leaves. He just leaves. Walks off. But he is a little deflated, it seems. He watches Natalia for an extra stolen moment. And his face flushes pink as he shuffles off to his trailer.