Out of all the people she could be mad at.. why on God's ugly, disgusting earth did it have to be Gavin? No. Seriously. Why? He was nothing but peaches and cream with her. The cream to her peaches. Now he was becoming sour and smelling really foul. Anything she said, even while trying to be funny to get him to laugh, he would snap at her and try to bite her head off. What the ever loving fuck bit him in the ass? Rayanne had to try and stay off his tail or he may literally bite her physically and not verbally. So, all she could do was get out of there and do a little outside of the park run for the hell of it. Didn't get her anything.
Okay. Wrong. It did get her a few parts to play around with and see if she could get them working again.
The headphones about her neck were not plugged into anything, just resting there to give her the familiar feel as though the second she plugs them into the jack of the walkman she snagged from an apartment- weird how someone still had one of these old badass machines- it would start playing the tape that was not in there. The back of the thing was off and she was fooling around with the wiring. Could she get it to work if she found old tapes of good rock from way back when? Maybe. The walkman didn't work to begin with. The lack of batteries was one thing, but the wiring was old and gave her something to play with and hopefully clear her thoughts of the walking asshole that was her supposed best friend.
The tapping to the canvas of the tent wasn't what alerted it right away, it was the sound of shoes crunching against the dirt. Right off the bat she thought it was Gavin. She was already getting her angry panda face on and about to use the walkman as a weapon when it all quickly changed. That voice wasn't Gavin's. It was Rodeo. Dropping the walkman to her sleeping bag and having the headphones tossed next to them, she got up and unzipped the opening of her 'door' and pretended to lean against it like it was a door frame. Hip popping out and giving the allure of a sultry minx, when really she was all just teasing about it with the playful expression she was giving him. "You know you're not allowed to call me sugar unless we're in that bed of yours." With a snort, she gave him a toothy smile and backed into the tent more, expecting him to follow, and if not, it still didn't stop her from turning back to face him. "What's cookin', good lookin'?"