When Cal returned to the cabin after having spent all day inside at work, he realized that he wasn't really feeling up to just killing more time in his alcove. He considered hitting up the gym, but his body made a surprisingly loud argument for something so silent, and that settled it, then. He stepped outside, set up a fire, and had himself a ( Read more... )

Brooke went ahead and got supplies for s'mores, figuring if she was going to do a campfire, she might as well do it right, right? And it helped when the weather cooperated ( Read more... )

Brooke didn't have classes early in the week, so you'd think she would be sleeping in. Unfortunately for her, she'd woken up randomly and couldn't get back to sleep, so she just got up and went out to the campfire. It was early enough for actual fire, right ( Read more... )

It wouldn't have been a problem if it hadn't been the wings.

Why, why had there been wings? Cal had thought it was bad enough that there was an excessive amount of pink as well as interlocking male-female symbols being advertised on his butt, but then there had to be pretty fairy wings on it, too. Just great. It was definitely a day where he ( Read more... )

After hanging out at the luau for a while, Dean made his way back to his cabin and started a fire in its firepit. He lounged beside it, occasionally poking it with a stick, watching the flames crackle and burn, inbetween watching the starry sky above ( Read more... )

Dean had spent most of the day just hanging out, with a side trip to the library to make sure his geek of a brother remembered to eat lunch. Now that it was dusk, he was taking advantage of the camping and had started a fire in the cabin's firepit. He had marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate, yes, but he also had weiners and hot dog buns. In ( Read more... )