"Then someone else can get aimed at," a cheerful, feminine voice interrupted and, within seconds, Kami had appeared between them with a smile far brighter than the wavering fluorescent lights above the table. How she had managed to approach without someone noticing (or catcalling) was beyond comprehension. One glance at her explained the delay in her arrival despite the fact that she had almost constantly been one of the first players eliminated in every game.
She had changed and she had changed in a manner that suggested she was loaded for bear if bears could appreciate denim skirts and lazily off-the-shoulder shirts paired with high, electric-blue pumps. Had there been a shower at the field? Maybe. Who knew? Her hair was damp, anyway.
She had a smear of vibrant blue paint still decorating one cheek and an obnoxiously pink drink rested in one hand. Seeing the looks both men gave her alcoholic choice, Kami laughed. "I'm sorry," she said. "There were options and I've got this sick weakness for drinks with stupid names." Leaving it at that, she claimed a seat and slid into it, legs crossing absently. Her hand made a vague motion towards first her own smiling lips and then she stretched slightly to indicate Ren's mouth, stopping short of actual touch. "You've got a little something there, Ren."