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?"

[missed_the_gate]

"Starring and supporting," John nodded. "I wasn't much cut out for it either way. At least the wedding last weekend had free booze for me to blame the bad choices on."

[wehateyouplzdie]

"Now there's a bright side," he said. Wallace leaned back and uncrossed his legs in order to get some air. "Alcohol's the cause and cure for most of life's problems. And, of course, the motivating factor in most hookups."

[missed_the_gate]

Huh, good point. "You know, thinking back, I don't know that I have any unfortunate hookups that can't be blamed on alcohol. You've opened my eyes, Wallace." But would he stop drinking? The margarita in his hand said decidedly no.

[wehateyouplzdie]

"It's what I'm here for," he said, lifting up his cup in acknowledgment. "Lotion will help the rug burn, if you can find someone you don't mind explaining the situation to."

[missed_the_gate]

Now that would be complicated to explain to Jaina. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to help cure a cabinmate?"

[wehateyouplzdie]

"Oh I'd love to." Understatement of the year. "I won't even grope you that much."

That was a lie.

[missed_the_gate]

"Groping and alcohol, sounds like the start of another bad idea," John said, chuckling a bit in amusement.

[wehateyouplzdie]

"This is completely innocent," Wallace insisted as he got up. "Take your shirt off, I'll be right back."

[missed_the_gate]

"Good to hear. Because I'm snowy white with innocence." Such a declaration led to John following directions and showing off his hairy chest to the world. He always was good at taking certain orders.

[wehateyouplzdie]

"Yeah, totally innocent, that's why you have rug burn," Wallace said over his shoulder before heading into the cabin. He came back a few minutes later holding two bottles in his hand.

"Would you rather smell like cucumber melon or lavender?"

[missed_the_gate]

"Lavender," John decided. It would go well with his vanilla shampoo. Shut up, he has special hair. "Are those yours or did you steal 'em from one of the others?"

[wehateyouplzdie]

"They're mine now," he said, tossing the cucumber melon bottle aside in order to focus on opening the lavender one. "But I lifted them off a friend in Canada."

Stacey Pilgrim should know better than to let Wallace rifle through her things.

[missed_the_gate]

"Good, much better than from some cabinmate with powers." Powers that could hurt.

[wehateyouplzdie]

"Have you seen who we're sharing a cabin with?" Wallace asked. "We're lucky they wear deodorant."

Wallace managed to get the top off the bottle and looked John over slowly. "So do you want to just lean forward, or lay down?"

[missed_the_gate]

"Considering we're in the great outdoors here, I think leaning should work out," John said, proving he did have a brain. "I'd rather not have mulch stuck in my chest hair. Then I couldn't say I'm better than the others in the cabin."