Molly's truck was something one tended to know a mile away. The lack of a muffler tended to let everyone know she was coming a mile away. There was also the fact that she pulled up like a bat-out-of hell. The following sound of the truck door slamming as the woman got herself out and stormed into the camp-grounds like her knickers were full of bees. When the image of everyone came into view, she froze, those jaws clenched, the grinding of teeth.

Mark weren't giving away much. Just sorta grinned at the conversation, fallin' into the roll of more the observer than the instigator. Usually he was the one poking and making this and that happen. This night were naht in heed of him at all for it. Chuckling at the discussion of rough sex he leaned back, resting on one elbow as he watched them, "I knew Gerry were wearing yah out."

"I give it the old college effort." Gerard nodded with mock pride.

There was a happy smile on her face, "Whatever... I wear him out." Keirra stuck her tongue out at Mark, and then leaned on Gerry with a smile. "Oh god... Now I want fish again.."

A wink given to them both before Lauren sat down by the fire. The machete used to stir the fire. "I got a pile of fried fish there and half a rabbit if you're hungry." That to Mark. "Unless you're not a Cajun fan, then don't eat it. Might be too much for you."

The deep rumble of that beast harked the mans coming, a cyclops of light cutting through the night as he rode on down the road and to the park. A cig hung smoldering from cockily sneered lips as the man kicked out the stand as he rolled to a stop, form clad in a suit with a leather jacket on top. Man was doing business today it seemed as he came sauntering up now to the gathering, lightest of blues taking in the collection.

"I'm naht meaning tah take any liberties," Mark said with a small smile to Lauren. Was why he backed off the drink and were sort of behaving himself in the little corner he got by the fire. The sound of an incoming motorcycle caused him to twist and look at the horizon, eyebrows knit like a thought were about his mind with it.

"Oh please, I'll be offended if you don't drink a beer and eat some food." It's just how she was brought up and the Bayou Bitch wasn't one to take no for an answer! "If I personally deliver the beer, will you drink it?" That to Mark before her attention shifted the man on the motorcycle and she gave an automatic nudge that way.

"Is it too cold to swim?" Keirra asked. Mainly because she still felt hot despite it being in the 50's outside. Her skin was warm to the touch, almost feverish. Then she looked at Mark, "Yeah you should go get like... a big plate of fish." Nodding. "...and then whatever you want."

One drink wouldn't hurt, right..? "Feck-it.." There was a string of ill sounding words in a rambled tongue as Molly turned to catch sight of Ace only seemed to drill everything into her mind. Mark and the others seemed to have taken roost somewhere down a bit, with some female she didn't know. That gave Molly enough time to turn and take aim towards Mark's RV. There was something hidden in there. A sideways glance towards Tracey as she opened the door was sharp and vexed. She went in the door slammed in her wake.

"Depends on how personal you mean when yah say personal." He grinned at her, nonetheless, though oncoming motorcycle was a keyhole distraction in his head. Keirra asked about swimming and he brightened up, "Nah! Never too late for it!" He shot up to his feet, biting his lower lip. Mark liked tah take a dip in the glen, no secret there.

Gerry grinned to Keirra. "It's probably too cold to people who aren't like a tiny sun right now." He glanced to Mark. "Or him."

"I am like a tiny sun!" Keirra exclaimed, and smiled. "I feel hot..." The girl told him, and then looked at the water. "I'm going to go take a quick dip, and then come back and eat fish.. You in?" she asked Gerry as she stood up.

"Well, I imagine the water will be just starting to cool off.. It hasn't rained in a while so the thermaclines while he rising the warm water upward until finally cooling off.. Which should happen at the end of this month." Don't ask.

That cocky sneer of Tracey's turned cheeky as he took in the gathering down a ways by some new comers little slice of heaven. A sidelong glance was cast Molly's way as she moved off and into Mark's RV, that grin of his wolfish moment though by the time the light caught him on his approach it had eased to simply being cock sure. "We moving the shindig about now?"

"Oh sweet baby, Jesus." Lauren cleared her throat and fell silent, looking at Gerry. She turned away from the newcomer, not to be rude and pointed at the pile of fish and the half of a rabbit. "Food is there. Beer is in the cooler. Make yourselves at home. Including you." A pointed look at Mark.

"Oi, I dun mind swimmin' alone. Gotta run campside, thou. Get the swimmers." Mark smiled and bent down, picking up his trash bag of costumed. There was a look at Lauren, who were saying something scientific which he chuckled at. Was in her own thoughts, then. With a nod at the glen he smiled, "Meet yah all there, swim time." It were just those seconds later that her turned abruptly for his camper with the intent to change.

Tracey offered a porn staresque wink for Lauren. "Thanks doll, don' mind if I do. But in a min yeah?" And with that he turned to try and catch Mark as they were passing. "Hey bossman, got a sec? Know your keen ta get yer knickers off but I wanna catch some words with you."

"Hmmm?" Tracey's words caught him mid stride. He looked at the RV and then the glen. Yeah, sure, he had a minute. He tossed the trash bag of costumes at the foot of his RV, to the side of the step-up and then stepped to Tracey, pulling up his pants cause they was starting to hang low and hung tight his hips. His eyebrows were lowered, part serious, part in worry, tah take what Tracey was meaning to serve him, "What can I do yah for, Tracey?"

Lauren was laughing even as she listened to Tracey and caught that wink, turning back to Keirra with a slack jaw. Frozen much? Yep. For the moment and she hadn't even taken her clothes off. "Wow.. that man is.. sexy as hell." Just saying!

"Not bad looking, but he's a total douchebag.." Keirra mumbled with a nod. "Seriously, I have it on good authority that his father was literally a douche with sperm in it." Nodding.

"I best not hear you tellin' the tale of my Pa the Walgreen's special!" A yell out for Keirra's comment, or of what he heard, before he turned a cheery little grin as Trace walked on up to Mark. Man walked with confidence in his stride, in the proud breadth of his shoulders as he slung an arm over the man's shoulder to draw him in to have quiet, private words. "(w)I don't know what your game is pal. But you keep away from Molly, ya here. That **** about Stevie... I don't know who the HELL you
think ya are fer digging on that or if it is you but if you don't want to see her and yours born in a 10 by 7 gray box you best take the hint."

There was damper upon his cheer, but he looked like he weren't wanting that to be obvious. The smile Mark wore being more and more forced as the man spoke. Arm in arm, his hand gripped the others shoulder and at the end of what were said he turned head, veins and such in show as he spoke, Mighty passionate words for a whisper. "(w)Molly carryin' my child and livin' in my camp. I don't dig nothing up about Stevie, that **** came with the package. You got nothin' to keep me away from her."

At the grasp of the other the man's grin turned cold and wolfish as he snagged that hand, fingers pinching into the sockets between wrist and hand in as sugar as sweet a manner once could hurt a fellow. "(w)Smoking gun ain't nothing pal. Body with six bullets in it is like icing on the cake friend. But your call..." A mirthless smile at those soft words. "...Lot they can do nowadays with so little. Ask yer pally limp dick Levi."

The distance were asserted on him then. "(w)What, you got info on Stevie?" he blinked at him and sucked in a breath, "Molly know it?" The word weighed on him enough that he paused, considering Tracey's face carefully and then exhaling. It were something like defeat, like he got sucker punched and was trying to figure if he planned on punching back or takin' the blow as he might ought to. Ask Levi. Indeed. There was a look at the lights-on in the camper and then back to Tracey, "I hear yah."

The sound at the RV door, and there was Molly stepping backwards down the steps. She was hurrying a few drags of a smoke and didn't expect to see Mark, so she sucked in the cancer-stick like her life depended on it before flicking the butt off in the dark. "Now... where..." She were pulling her phone and about to send a message when she turned, catching what she thought was Mark.? "Oi...?"

"(s)Good." The word cut short and simple, his expression deathly serious before he prised the man's hand from his shoulder. "(w)Wouldn't YOU like to know. Fer all I know it's YOUR ass behind it all. Now I ain't playing. Stay away. And if I trace all it back to you ya best hope yer a praying man cause I will destroy you even if it is you and yours rotting a life in the clink." See, they were buddies Mark and he. Thick as thieves. "You hear anything. Bring it to me. Don't need tempers ain't without fuses..." And he'd pantomime a little explosion sound, a pat given to his back as he turned now to stroll on for the fire once more. Apparently he'd said his peace for as much as there was to come from one as his. Especially with the return of the wired hair one.. that grin rather cheery as he was sure the two had some words to exchange of there own.

Mark and Tracey was what she saw. A half civil discussion that left him looking sour for it. His eyes went to Molly, they told her that he was carrying a heavy weight before he looked at the road. Tracey was giving him medicine that he swallowed and he nodded when he spoke, the sort of nodding someone did when they was trying naht to spit. He went to the fire and that left him lookin' at Molly, "Maybe tahnight naht so good for swimming. Think I'll grab me a drink at the inn and squander mah time there." A backwards step, both hands shoved into the back pockets of his pants, "Dun wait up, yeah?"

Molly opened her mouth to say something, then snapped it shut, arms crossing over her ehst as she watched Mark leave without even so much as a feck-you. Brows knitted together and slowly she turned looking towards Tracey with narrowing eyes. " Did I miss something..?"

Snagged one of those Lauren beers upon his retreat. Got a jaw thick with thought, his eyes on the pathway ahead. Needed a moment to sort it out, to think it over. It wasn't a feck-you sort of walk off, more meandering than that. He couldn't go swimming, and couldn't be at that campfire. The only place for him were the bar to grab some drinks and what not. Once things cooled he'd have to come back, to curl up in his camper for some sleep. Tracey put the word in good enough that it sent him wandering like a deer stunned by a car strike. Maybe on the morrow thoughts would be collected enough that he'd know how it made him feel.

A look was cast back to Molly as Tracey snagged a beer from the cooler and popped the top off his belt buckle. Oh yeah, he was that sort. "I don't know. You find what you were looking for?" A knowing look to the woman as he took a swig of that refreshing beverage. But it seemed she was off to her rolling death trap, her expression dim and vacant, drained as Mark's was. It was something that brought a chillingly pleased grin to the man before he turned his attention back to those crawling out from the cold lake. "What, getting out already? And here I was about to make these waters holy with my ass." A wry grin as if nothing were wrong in the slightest. But he knew what gears he'd set in motion, knew the seeds he did sow. It was high time to set the show to motion.

Keirra frowned at Tracey, and then she was running after Mark, "Yo! Boss!" she said, trying to catch up to the man.

"Hmm?" He twisted, tipping the bottom of his beer up as he looked at Keirra sidelong. When she was up by him he looked at the campfire and then back to her, "Yah was swimming, yeah? Better get back tah it. I got a mind to drink and blow off some steam."

There was an uncomfortable look on her face as she put her hand on his shoulder. "Woah, what the **** did that dick-nosed ass clown say to you?"

"Naht a thing," Lie as clear as there ever was one. It was the sort of lie which were the words he needed to say but naht at all backed by his eyes or the next swig he took from his beer. "Always got somethin' ta tend ta, were the way o' things." The smile got bit more genuine to her as he rolled his weight to his heels, "Just changed mah mind about tha swimming." No, he couldn't rightly see Laurne and all that from where he was, but he could make out a squabble of voices and bodies well enough to know somethin was up, "So unless yah wanna bar hop and do shots," the mouth of his beer pointed back to the campsite, "That be your landing ground."

"Gah, is it just me... Or do I smell concentrated bullshit coming out of your mouth right now?" Keirra said with a roll of her eyes. "...and my drinking days are over for the next eight months, unfortunately..." Keirra looked back at the party, and shook her head. "..Be smart, alright? And.. My phone's on if you need to talk."

"S'right. Levi told me. Congrats tah you." His had lifted to pat the side of her face. It was one of those affectionate gestures he had. She told him to be smart and he nodded at her, turning away. His beer was lifted up in the air like it were a toast to her wisdom, "Even I gotta burn a little o' the fire off."