It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} eristic) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
What the flashed through her mind at the woman's sudden appearance - mainly the fact that she seemed like she might implode at any moment. Her face expressed such surprise for a moment before it leveled into a stoicism that wasn't terribly pleased about that little kiss, as little as it was. Charlie was used to a little competition, but it probably wasn't a good idea to start shit right here, right now. At least, not until they hit the paintball field. She caught his look, returned a raised eyebrow and a smirk, wondering just how much of a player this guy was.
"Charlie, 701." This woman was a firecracker embodied, though mainly the good aspects thus far. Charlie took a step back from the suddenly enthusiastic atmosphere. "You know, I think I'll go grab my equipment. Don't start without me," she stated, the last bit meant more for Shae in a response to their killed innuendo. She turned on her motorcycle booted heel and walked off to the main building, bike helmet swinging freely.
((Charlie will return when another person arrives...? Something like that. Feel free to continue the convo w/o her!))