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Luau, The Main Campfire, Friday evening

The main campfire had been turned into a tropical paradise... without the tropics. There were leis and grass skirts to wear, tropical music playing, a buffet table, and the infamous Limbo Stick of Destiny, an artifact brought back to America from World War II. Noody knows what happens when a person wins a limbo competition involving the Limbo Stick of Destiny, but several experts on the subject suggest that "absolutely nothing happens except maybe you win a little trophy."

It was party time at the Fandom High Summer Camp.

[OOC: OCD is up. Yes, there is pig, poi, and sometimes the band will switch from generic tropical music to 60's beach movie music, or maybe reggae, or Raffi. They're unpredictable like that.

The luau takes place during a long break in the rain that

fh_weather is reporting. Yes, I'm modding the weather. Admin privilege.]

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"What thing with the leg?" Sam asked, quickly followed by a flailing look and, "Never mind, I don't want to know!"

"Oh, right, brother. Wow, that had to be weird." Buffy patted their joined hands. "Don't worry, I won't make you look at the photos. ...Oops."

"...you took pictures of them kissing?" Sam asked, unsure about whether to be horrified, or impressed by her quick thinking in bringing a camera.

"Maybe?" Buffy gave him a hopefully look. He didn't look mad. "I was doing my Photography assignment when Jaye invited me because she said I had to watch boykissy 'cause it was pretty and I really, really agree."

Sam just barely heard the end of Buffy's sentence, but it was enough to make him turn a little red. "Well you're really really crazy. It wasn't as pretty as the girl kissing," he said. "Kissing is always prettier when it involves a girl."

Buffy wrinkled her nose. "No, that was just weird ~~because it didn't involve Eliza Dushku~~. I don't think I'd kiss a girl." She bumped into him a little, grinning. "Even if I was called chicken."

Sam resisted the urge to make a face at her and bumped into her back. "Okay, I'm going to let you in on a little guy secret. Being called a chicken? Is a big deal. Especially when the person doing it is shorter than you are and clearly has no right being so offensive," Sam explained.

"Again? Boys are weird." Buffy tilted her head at him. "...And I hate to be the one to tell you, but almost everyone are shorter than you. Huh. Does that mean you'd kiss anyone who called you chicken?"

"You know, it's funny, Dawn said almost the exact same thing about everyone being shorter than me." Sam grinned. "And no, I wouldn't kiss anyone who called me chicken. It would have to be someone I'm not completely opposed to kissing in the first place," he said obliviously.

"So if I called you chicken..." Buffy trailed off, looking up at him, blushing, but not backing down. She was being very forward and somehow? She was sure she could blame it on Alec.

Sam just blinked at her for a moment, before he realized what she was asking. "Um. If you said I'd be a chicken if I didn't...I might have to prove you wrong," he stammered.

Having said A...

"If you don't kiss me, you're totally chicken," Buffy said, face burning. What if he didn't really want to? Oh god, that would be so embarrassing! But now she'd said it, and all she could do was wait. Her fist clenched nervously around Sam's hand.

Sam felt Buffy's grip tighten and heard his own heart start to hammer faster. He hadn't been sure if she was actually going to say it, but now she had, and he figured she wouldn't have said it if she didn't want him to follow through, so...

"I'm definitely not a chicken," he replied, and then leaned in to kiss her.

Her lips parted, meeting his, and if that was a little sigh of relief, surely he wouldn't notice? Her free hand moved up to tangle in his hair, keeping his head bent down towards her. She was still flushed, but now from excitement instead of embarrassment. Yay kissy! This was really nice.

Sam would agree that this was nice if his mouth wasn't occupied doing the really nice things. This was much, much better than kissing Anakin. He brought his hand up to slip it against the back of Buffy's neck, keeping her just as close.

They kept on doing very nice things with their mouths, until Buffy pulled away, smiling. "Definitely not chicken." Her hand lingered in his hair, stroking absently.

Sam didn't move his hand either, and laughed softly. "I told you I wasn't. I'm glad you believe me now."

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