Charlotte had many goals for the weekend; having fun was among them, but not quite at the top of the list. If she was being totally honest, she didn't know how to have fun, especially not with people, but if she wasn't going to try, how was she ever going to learn? It helped that Betty was so... well, Betty. She didn't seem to mind that Charlotte was nowhere near as crazy as her two other friends, Dallas and Aimee, but at the same time, she wasn't above pushing her out of her comfort zone. Charlotte appreciated that, even if it did scare her a little. At least Betty had good intentions, though where those intentions would lead was starting to get a bit... questionable.
Charlotte was reading, lying on her stomach on the deck, feet in the air, when she heard the whiz of an arrow and Dallas's swearing. She looked up, raising an eyebrow but smiling in spite of herself. These women really were insane, but at least they were entertaining. It was still a little obvious that she didn't quite fit in, though — in her tank top and capris, she was more covered than the rest of them (she insisted it was because she burned easily in the sun, no matter how much sunscreen she wore, but really, she just wasn't comfortable lounging around in just a swimsuit), and, well, she was reading a comic book. For some reason, mostly as an afterthought, she'd grabbed a few volumes of Snow's comic to take with her — why, she didn't know, but she was definitely beginning to regret it. Even slightly buzzed and with all these distractions, she couldn't ignore the niggling guilty feeling that was growing in her stomach. Yes, this had been a bad idea. A very, very bad idea. Who knew she was such a masochist.
Flipping the book over to mark her place, she sat up and leaned against the railing, hugging her knees close to her chest. "Nice shot, Betty," she called, amused and grinning. Then she saw the pack of cigarettes in Dallas's hand, and her smiled faltered a little. Of course every time she saw a cigarette now she'd think of Bigby — and Jeremiah. The universe was dead set against her enjoying herself, wasn't it? She shook her head a little to clear her thoughts, then made a quick decision. "Hey, Dallas? If you're still, ah, intact, would you mind if I bummed a fag off you? Err, a cigarette, I mean." She laughed and rolled her eyes at herself, brushing some hair out of her face. It was incredibly windy out on the water. "I keep forgetting I'm among Americans..."