WHO Denisa and Graham! WHAT Somebody lost their lighter... WHEN Wednesday, 23 May; just after sunset. WHERE Around the carnival's camp grounds. RATING PG-13 for potential bad language. STATUS COMPLETE!
Denisa somehow, someway had managed to lose her trusty lighter. Either that, or someone had stolen it. Someone better not have stolen it. Granted, she had stolen it herself from a thrift store awhile back, but it was only because she wanted to keep her other lighter, her late father's lighter in safe keeping. She couldn't go losing that one after all.
The brunette had made 2 rounds thus far around the camp grounds, alert eyes ever watchful with each step that she took, and still had had no luck.
"Fiul de o curvÄ," she swore softly to herself, her bare feet coming to a halt then. Her brown eyes frantically searched the ground below her before she huffed out a puff of frustrated air from her lips, almost defeated. Almost, but still just as determined as when she had began her search.
There Deni stood, her dress completely soaked, practically sticking to her skin in all the wrong places and she couldn't have cared less. Thankfully, the dress wasn't see-through. More importantly though, just where heck did that lighter go?