"As I fully expect," she nodded. "I intend to get many much booze," she grinned. "And the bad jokes will only get better."
She snorted and smacked herself in the face with her palm, shaking her head. "Of course," she laughed. "I will lei everyone but yours will be the most special," she joked.
Point proven. Keegan grinned, both at the facepalm at his own horrible joke, and at the response that followed. "Aww," he drew the word out, "I get to be the special lei."
Although the point was proven, it didn't stop him from continuing. Nearly. He couldn't resist the chance to be a little more lewd. With a waggle of his eyebrows, he asked, "So... does this mean you'll get to lei Rowan too?"
For a moment, Keegan was surprised he didn't get slapped for that one.
Well, if the joke got back to Rowan, he might.
Still, Keegan managed to force a pout onto his face instead of laughter, digging the toe of his sneaker into the dirt. "Aww. You girls get all the good leis."
She shook her head, giving a good laugh. "Oh Keegan," she said after she settled down from laughing. "Don't get jealy," she said with a mock girlie voice. "Girls will be girls."
He laughed too, and after crushing out his second cigarette of the evening, he moved to put his arm around his friend's shoulders. Just for a moment. "Oh, I won't get jealous, Meka. I just want pictures."
On this one Keegan did earn a little elbow to the side. "Yeah well I'm not one who leis and tells," she laughed. "Besides, pictures are like the ultimate not classy thing ever."
Ah, there it was. Keegan released Meka and stepped to the side after getting elbowed, setting his hand on his side for the moment. "Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying. And you know classy should never be permitted to describe me."
"Fair enough, but I can elbow the shit out of him for trying," she said taking out another cigarette with a big grin.
"You my dear friend are not classy," she laughed. "But us nerds are the pinnacle of classy," she said shaking her head. "Yeah, Meka Palakiko, classiest bitch on the planet."
Meka only gained a wide smile to the first statement. Or threat. Keegan preferred to look at it like a statement, though.
"Oh, totally. The epitome of class, standing out here in the woods swearing and smoking," Keegan snickered, and looked at his pack as if he was debating a third. It was almost worth it as it would be another while before he could get out.
"Rowan is just as classy," he said as he pulled out another. One more before he headed back. "Ya know, dating me and all."
"See? Told you," she laughed. "Real, true class. Fucking Queen of Sheba."
"She is though," Meka grinned. "I think she brought your classy level up, like..." she hold out her hand, showing just a little space between her thumb and forefinger. "This much," she teased.
Keegan laughed, letting the laughter fade a bit before he put the cigarette between his lips and lit it.
"I... wasn't aware I had any class to begin with," he added as an afterthought, letting the smoke come out with his words. "Good to know I at least have a little now. Minimal though it may be."