Quinn looked around the camp's small beach. Not many of the kids seemed to want to get in the lake. She scratched at her legs which itched because of razor burn. They had limited water use.
"Hey Quinn!" she turned to see Brian jogging down the trail with another counselor. He spread a towel next to her and laid down.
"You got stuck with beach duty too?" He placed his hand on his forehead as a visor. "Yeah. Not many kids are out here today though." She tapped her fingers on her knee. "There's a juggler or a clown or magician or something here this afternoon." The other counselor crouched over to peer at her. "Ah…" she smiled back "I'm Maggie by the way." The small girl held out her hand and Quinn shook it.
"I'm Quinn." She turned back to face the lake. A couple of kids were speckled out across it. There was an official lifeguard, so she didn't have a lot to look out for. Beach duty was the easiest counselor task.
"Hey Quinn," Brian nudged her "are you coming to the counselor get together tonight?"
"The booze party?" She smirked and took a sip from her water bottle. He chuckled and nodded. "Who else is coming?" "Uh…" He looked up into the sky as if the answer was there. "Shelley, Dan, Patrick, Steve, Thomas, Claire, and…" he tapped his chin "Brad."
"I only know half of those names." Quinn chuckled. Quinn really didn't know half the counselors or CITs. Most of the kids she hung out with as a camper either didn't apply to become as counselor or they just didn't talk anymore. She was glad Brian seemed to like her.
"I guess I'll come anyway though." She laid down and slipped on her aviators.