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.

[stayingfrosty]

"I think I like the way you think," Price remarked, sitting down near Wallace. He had on his hat and definitely also had pants on. He was more referring to the margaritas.

"Don't think we've met. John Price, at your service." He offered Wallace a tip of his hat.

[wehateyouplzdie]

Ew, old guy.

"Wallace Wells," he said, lifting up his cup. "You're not in this cabin, are you?"

He thought he already spied on most of the people in his cabin.

[stayingfrosty]

"I'm not," Price said, stretching out his legs a bit. "I'm in Tick. Though we seem bloodsucker free."

[wehateyouplzdie]

"Well that's fortunate," Wallace said, sliding down in chair a little. "There's nobody cricket-y in my cabin, if you were wondering."

[solo_sword]

Jaina still had this need to be around people going on, but today it was also necessary in case it would distract her from the Neil Diamond running around in her head. So she was glad to see...

"You are definitely not Chuck," she noted.

[wehateyouplzdie]

"I am definitely not. But I am impressed you could tell while I was sitting down." Wallace figured the height would usually be what gave it away. "I'm Wallace."

[solo_sword]

"Jaina. I figured there'd be pants in public if you were Chuck." And she could tell them apart by Force sense, but the pants explanation was better. "Why are there no pants?"

[wehateyouplzdie]

"It's hot," he said, wondering how people kept their pants on in this weather. "And I'm hot. Therefore: No pants."