The evening was a bit chilly but not so much a coat was required. The camp fire had been burning for some time. The wood was getting a bit low for those that cared. There was one big tent off in the edge of the tree line. They hadn't seen a reason to bring more then one since it had been large enough to accommodate everyone. There was a bag hanging off one of the tree limbs clanging in the wind as it was full of beer bottles.<br/><br/>Olivia sat at the edge of the fire with beer in hand. She was not the camping type and her looks proved it. She really wasn't dressed for a camping trip. A white tank top and tight shorts covered her skin. Flip flops on her feet. The chilly night air causing goosebumps on her legs not to mention a bit more perkiness. She tried to stand and sat back down quickly as she came to the realization she had probably had her share of beers.<br/>