Nora Agrees

"Sure," Nora said. "I'm not sure I could fall asleep right now anyways," She boasted.

Truthfully, Ruby didn't care what her reason was, just knowing she would be able to get some much needed shuteye as soon as possible was enough to make her happy. She gave her friend a nice, big hug, letting out a frantic, "Thank you, thank you, thank you," trying to ignore the way her breasts pressed against Nora in the hug, before she darted off to figure out which of the remaining three tents was hers. It only took a moment. They always oriented the tents around the campfire in a circle, and usually her tent was directly across from Ren's with the front of her tent usually facing the back of Nora's. Sure enough, tonight it was the same. And as soon as Ruby entered the tent, she was appreciative of whoever set it up for her. Her sleeping bag was in the center, and her backpack with all her stuff was right next to it. A sigh of relief left her mouth the moment she pulled the Velcro seal closed on the front of her tent, finally giving her some much wanted privacy. She was happier then than she had ever been that she convinced everyone that individual tents were the way to go, as opposed to not having a tent or having gendered tents, and she was sure Ren appreciated as well. Ruby loved her friends but with how much time they all spent together, the little privacy those thin tent walls provided were a godsend. Of course, because they did go the route of individual tents, they couldn't afford to spend too much on them, which is why their tents were basically sheets on a frame with a Velcro-sealed opening. The tents didn't even cover the ground beneath it, with her sleeping bag and belongings resting on the grass, but truthfully she didn't care. All that mattered is that without lifting up the side of the tent or opening the front of the tent, you could pretend you were alone for a little bit! And that's exactly what she needed after her night.

A big part of her wanted her to just throw herself onto the sleeping bag and pass out right there, but the more rational part of her reminded her that there was something she really needed to do first. She crawled over to her bag, unzipping the big pocket at the top that held all her outerwear and hygiene products, and pulled out her rose-themed tank-top and sweatpants. Then she opened the smaller pouch toward the front of her bag. As soon as it unzipped, her underwear started to spill out of the bag, a common occurrence whenever she opened that pouch. She knew exactly why it happened, she had too many pairs stuffed into too small of a pouch, despite there not really being that many pairs in there realistically, only about four or maybe five. Eagerly, Ruby grabbed the first pair of panties that fell out, a pair of hot pink panties that had butterflies and a ruffled waistband, both in a darker shade of pink, before putting the others back in the pouch and rezipping it. Immediately, Ruby looked all around her to make sure the coast was clear before began stripping off her clothes in a flurry of motion. Getting redressed was a bit more complicated. Because of the rather diminutive height of the tent, Ruby had to be crouched to down to get dressed, otherwise she risked pulling up the sides of her tent and giving a show she really didn't want to.

She started with her tank-top, opting to forgo a bra for bed like she often did (she felt her girls deserved a little freedom at the end of the day). That part was easy enough, simply requiring her to pull it over her head. It was then that she got to the more complicated part, the part she was still getting used to in the travels. She couldn't stand up in her tent, so to get her pants and panties on, she instead opted to lean back onto her sleeping bag. The moment her body hit the bag, she felt its yearning for sleep. She could feel sleep's gentle tugging on her consciousness. Swiftly, she pulled her panties snuggly into place, a smile fluttering to her face, finally feeling the security of her panties. Her eyes closed instinctively, soaking in the moment. After a few seconds of that, she started pulling on her sweatpants, easing them up her legs from her laid back position, arching her butt and legs against their protests. Once she believed they were in place, she let her body drop back onto the bag, not bothering to secure the drawstring on her pants, as far as she was concerned, that was morning Ruby's problem. Instead, she simply let herself enjoy sleep's welcoming embrace.