Cricket Campfire; Wednesday Afternoon

[wehateyouplzdie]

It was hot. Far too hot to do anything productive, outside of making a blender's worth of strawberry margaritas. It was also far too hot for pants. It was cool enough, however, to hang out by the campfire pantless (but wearing boxers, much to his dismay) and with a blender's worth of margaritas. The fire wasn't lit, but it was a nice place to sit

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[missed_the_gate]

After quasi-supervising his final exam, John had returned to the cabins to shower off the sand. Once again dressed, though still feeling kinda itchy, he somehow sensed there was alcohol by the campfire. Or he was bored. Same difference.

"Wallace! I see you're...drinking in your underwear. Is there a campfire dress code I should be aware of before I try to get you to share your frozen alcohol?"

[wehateyouplzdie]

"There's no official rule, so I suppose I should share the alcohol regardless of your pants situation," Wallace said, waving a hand towards the pitcher and the stack of those red plastic cups college students always seemed to have on hand. You found the weirdest things in these cabins. "But I wouldn't say no if you did want take off your pants."

[missed_the_gate]

"I would, but I just put these on," John said, grabbing himself a cup of margarita and taking a seat. "Ahh, a frozen drink to ease the pain. I swear these cabins gave me a rash."

[wehateyouplzdie]

"That's kind of gross," Wallace said. "I've been sleeping in there just fine. Rash-free."

He was just happy to have his own bed.

[missed_the_gate]

Poor Wallace was just going to get an earful of oversharing now. "Well that doesn't seem very fair," John grumbled into his cup. "Right in the center of my back where I can't reach to do anything about it. I had to wear a shirt on the beach!" Which really was just plain wrong.

[wehateyouplzdie]

Wallace tilted his head to the side. That seemed kind of familiar. "And you haven't changed your laundry detergent or anything like that?"

[missed_the_gate]

"Please, like I've done laundry this week," he scoffed. Clearly it was the cabins fault.

[wehateyouplzdie]

"Again, gross." But was used to that sort of thing from Scott. "Okay, my friend, let me ask you this: Have you been partaking in any rough sex lately?"

[missed_the_gate]

John's eyebrows popped up, and his voice went a bit lower to answer that question. "What does that have to do with anything?"

[wehateyouplzdie]

"Rug burn, dude," Wallace said. "Red, itchy, kind of looks like you scraped against something multiple times?"

[missed_the_gate]

Yup, that sure did click in John's head. And of course it was the result of some seriously hateful sex. "That bastard!" Oh the pain of the pun there. Thank goodness for the alcohol in hand.

[wehateyouplzdie]

"Hope it was worth all the pain," Wallace said before taking a sip of his drink. He kind of missed rug burn.

[missed_the_gate]

John let out a breath, blowing his hair off his forehead. "Seriously a bad, drunken idea. This is what I get for going to weddings."

[wehateyouplzdie]

"Weddings are always a mistake," Wallace agreed. "Too much alcohol and other people rubbing their happiness in your face. Assholes."

[missed_the_gate]

"It's true. Ever starred in one?" John wondered. What? He was from Canada, it was possible.

[wehateyouplzdie]

"I've never even had a supporting role," Wallace said, sighing. Maybe Stacey would put him in her future wedding. Oh right, he'd have to stop stealing her boyfriends in order for that to happen. "What about you?"