"Hmm, nice to see some things haven't changed." Cordelia spoke under her breath with a slight teasing tone, having just caught the flash of the flask as someone tucked it away. She was surprised to see who the person was spiking the punch, briefly wondering how the two of them ended up in a place outside of the damn parties their parents would force them to go to, the same parties where they would sneak off and good around and the same environment that had brought her to have her heart broken. She shrugged off the bitter thoughts as she walked over to a log that was placed near the fire pit that was stacked with wood, except she had her back to it, looking out at the lake as she took the sketchbook that was tucked under her arm and cracking it open.

Cordelia figured Shannon would ignore her, turning her focus to her sketch book as she pulled a pencil from its spiral, tapping the end against the paper, even as she felt Shannon sit near her. She eyed her from the side, glancing at the flask she had pulled out and tried not to roll her eyes. Some things really didn't change apparently. "Yeah, like a year or something." She shrugged, wanting to forget that time but apparently that wasn't in the cards. At least she was running into Shannon and not her ex, not that he was supposed to be anywhere near here from what she knew. "Apparently people don't like your mom anymore." She said dryly, having heard more than enough about the infamous woman but again, didn't give much of a shit about her or anyone else in that world.

In their silence Cordelia looked down at her sketchbook, starting to move her pencil along the paper in quick strokes, making a loose shape but not having a real idea of what she was doing yet. She snorted a little at Shannon's comment about her mom, shaking her head a little, "sounds like a big club." She replied, erasing a few of her marks and replacing them with longer ones. "Neither did I, bit I wanted to get away from all the bullshit." She said, wondering if the two of them running into each other was a good thing or not, "you're the only person I've seen from the old crowd so far."

Cordelia snorted, shaking her head, what a way to live, with so many people disliking you. It was hard enough to realize how much you couldn't live up to expectations so coming to know that so many people didn't care about you just seemed...exhausting. Briefly she thought about how much she had lived for others, to gain their approval, and now...she couldn't give two shits about doing things she was expected to.  "Seems like a relief, I think I'd rather be here than at one of those other crappy boarding schools that make you wear uniforms." She said with a slight wrinkle of her nose, "but I'm not a fan of getting eaten up by mosquitos." 

Cordelia continued to sketch, her pencil strokes taking the shape of a dragons profile with a narrowed eye gazing out at a blank space she wasn't sure what she was going to fill it with. She paused when she heard Shannon slap a mosquito and tried not to laugh, "I would have to agree on that but it's too late now." She shrugged slightly and looked back at her drawing, "yeah, can't seem to stop now, especially with all the time on my hands. What have you been up to? Besides adding to punch of course."

Cordelia rolled her eyes, turning to face the fire, "I might have changed but I'm not a snitch." She replied with a slight frown, "besides, if I told them, they'd dump it all before I could get a drink." She glanced over at Shannon when she saw her sit up a little, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, "apparently that hasn't changed either." She joked, turning her attention back to her sketch then closed the book, tucking the pencil back into its spine. 

"Your words, not mine." Cordelia replied with a slight laugh as she looked towards the fire, wondering briefly if the boy from earlier was going to show up or not. She brushed away the thought as she looked at Shannon again, "I think hell would freeze over if you were forced to come all the way out here without some kind of access to a horse." She said, thoughts of Blake switching to the thoughts of smores and the punch. She pushed herself up from the log, "I'll be right back." She tucked her sketch book under one arm and wandered over to the table, stepping past a few people who had arrived and helped herself to the punch, looking forward to something to ease her nerves and make this camp suck a bit less. Once she had her drink she headed back to her spot by Shannon.

Cordelia shook her head with a snort, "last I knew Rowan got chlamydia from Adrianna and Emma's little white powder fixation has turned into full on addiction and Max finally crashed that car his dad gave him but since he didn't get hurt or whatever his dad just got him a new one." She shrugged, "my brother still talks to some of them so he just had to fill me in." She said with a roll of her eyes and took a sip of her drink, raising an eyebrow, even spiked it didn't taste horrible.

Cordelia just shook her head, wanting to forget about those people, they obvious weren't meant to be real friends, they were just place holders. It was easier to think of them in that way. "I've always gone to Graymore," she replied, "my parents would just bring me out when it would make the family look good, same with Alexander. They did say my attitude was shit so they sent me here for the summer." She said with a roll of her eyes. "What made you get sent here?"

"Huh, yet something else that doesn't surprise me." Cordelia joked, having heard about some of those fights, hearing those rumors were part of the reason why she had kept a bit of a distance between herself and Shannon back during those times. "Must have been a good one if she sent you to the boonies like this, my parents couldn't find an all girls school up to their standards." She rolled her eyes, partially glad that was the case. "Hades," she repeated slowly as she searched for the memory, "ah right, your horse, that would be fucked if she did that."

Cordelia nodded, wondering if Shannon was going to be able to stick to that or if she would end up losing her temper. For the sake of her horse she hoped she would. "I would say your moms a bitch but there's no point in stating the obvious." She said and took another sip from her drink when the sounds of a guitar started to fill the air. "Oh you gotta be shitting me," she said under her breath, glancing around the bonfire to see three boys who seemed to be pulled right out of a country catalogue sitting on a log, one of them strumming on a guitar while the other two, twins it seemed, sat on either side of him, one of them grinning while the other just shook his head with a small smirk.

Cordelia laughed at Shannon's comment about not being drunk enough for that, she definitely had a point. "I don't plan on it, unless the songs get too cheesy and someone gets serenaded." She joked, crossing one leg over the other and resting her sketchbook atop of it when movement caught her eye, seeing Blake as said hello. For a moment her brain seemed to malfunction but she managed a little wave before looking back at her book.

Samuel stopped playing for a second, shooting Blake a glare but before he could speak Reed was laughing, clapping him on the shoulder. "Naw, more like Lee Brice with this next song that's sure to get the ladies swooning." He joked as he looked over Blake, "you must be Samuel's new friend Blake, I'm Reed and the other, less attractive guy over there is Jake."

Jake rolled his eyes, reaching around Samuel and smacking Reed across the back of his head before looking at Blake and nodding his head in greeting, "he says less attractive but all know he means the more sensible and liked one." He said as he shook Blakes hand.

Samuel sighed, shaking his head, "great, now I have to put up with all three of you idiots." He said, turning his attention back to his guitar as he started to play a rendition of the song One of Them Girls by Lee Brice.

"Oh you love us," Reed laughed as he pushed himself up from the log, bracing himself so he wouldn't sway, "I'll get us all drinks." He offered, giving Blake a quick shake of his hand before walking away, his limp pulling at him a bit but he continued on like it was nothing, sauntering up to the line where he took a spot behind a rather pretty blond. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye as s cheesy plan formed in his head. He leaned into her a little and spoke, going along with the song, "...and you're one of them girls that ain't tryna meet nobody, you're just here for the party...If I'm wrong then stop me..."

Cordelia flipped her book to a new page after balancing her cup on the log next to her, taking out her pencil once again. She glanced towards the guy playing guitar and the group around him before she started to a new sketch, humming softly along to the song.

Samuel raised an eyebrow, the nickname, as simple as it was, almost throwing him off but he continued with the song, shaking his head. As he sang Jake spoke for his cousin, looking from Blake to his brother and back, laughing a little, "dang, he's probably doing it so his little brain doesn't have to work so hard to remember people." He joked, which earned him another glare from Samuel but he shrugged it off with an easy grin.

Reed couldn't stop himself from laughing at her reaction. "I dunno, can you?" He smirked as he looked at her, "don't know why you're miffed, the song seems to fit you already from what I can tell." He joked, peering over her as the line moved along. 

Jake chuckled, "if he manages to make another friend hell would freeze over." He joked.

Samuel finished his song, taking a moment to shoot Jake and Blake a glare, "I'm already regretting you two meeting." He grumbled, looking away but his eyes caught on Reed and a not so thrilled looking blond and smirked. "Oh no, Reeds already trying to hit on someone and she looks pissed."

"Hmm, I think you should care because it definitely fits you." Reed replied, "and if you knew the song you'd realize that I can be a bit stubborn." He said, glancing down at her cup, "damn, got enough there? Must be some good stuff." He said as he reached out and picked up enough cups for his brother, cousin, and Blake.