Irene surveyed Cammi for a moment before giving her a sharp nod. “Nice to meet ya Cammi,” she said before Cammi answered her questions. Her dark green eyes crinkled just a little, the ghost of a grin, when Cammi offered to show ID. Irene gave another sharp chuffing sound that could be a laugh. “I’ll trust ya. Can’t be too careful, I’m not keen on contributing to the delinquency of minors. Hard to tell who’s a kid with a drinking license and who’s just a kid.”<br/><br/>She complied with instruction and held out her arms so Cammi could get to work. The first spray made her grunt. It was cold and it tickled but she wasn’t about to giggle and titter like a little girl. Her jaw clenched as she choked down the laugh and relaxed as Cammi worked. Irene was still as a statue after the initial shock of the cold spray. Right up until Cammi had to tuck paper towels into her leggings. Her arm twitched as Cammi went for the right hip, fingers flexed into a claw as if to grab the girl’s arms. She stopped herself, however, with another short grunt and a muttered, “sorry.”<br/><br/>It didn’t take too long. Cammi was efficient and there wasn’t too much surface area. Irene kept her arms out somewhat as she looked down at her freshly painted green skin. It looked worlds better than the sloppy green grease she had used. She nodded her head slowly as she inspected, surprised as hell the paint covered so well. Several grand and millions of tiny, stabbing, needles hidden with such ease. “Shit on a shingle…” she breathed, turning her arms over. “Top notch,” she said looking back to Cammi and thumped a heavy hand on her shoulder, giving an appreciative shake and squeeze. “I like it, thank you.”<br/><br/>A massive figure suddenly staggered into view. Irene’s hand jumped off Cammi’s shoulder and balled into a fist. Her body tensed, shoulders back; she looked ready to throw that punch right into the apparition’s gut. Just as quick she relaxed when she recognized the voice and huffed sigh, shuddering as the adrenaline rushed out of her veins. Reeny the Greenie? Her black lips pressed to a line, eyes narrowed some but she just shook her head and grabbed her flask for another drink. “Be better if Bane wouldn’t go sneaking up on a bitch. Mmm, yeah, Gordie this is Cammi…Camilla if you get on her bad side,” she added with a wink to Cammi. “Cammi this is Gordie…only person I’ve met here who<i>might</i>be able to beat me in arm wrestling,” she said with a light flex of her arms.<br/><br/>She took a step back to dig out her smokes and light one up, trying to keep down wind of the two. Just because she liked her cancer smoke didn’t mean they had to suffer. “So where’s the rest of the kids? Surprised the girls let you out of their sight.” Not bad scenery if she was honest. Bane was a good choice for the meaty Canuck. “Should go get some drinks, could use something to wash this down,” she said, wriggling her flask to slosh the contents around. “Your tab’s on me Cammi,” she said in a tone that brooked no arguments. “Have to pay ya back for fixing my sloppy ass.”<br/><br/>Location: Quad<br/>Speaking with: Cammi(<a class="username" data-user-id="34449" data-username="@alona98" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34449/">@alona98</a>) and Gordie(<a class="username" data-user-id="18515" data-username="@BennyQ" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18515/">@BennyQ</a>)