A weekend in the woods!

[badasscopters]

Characters: Lt. Surge, Goose
What: CAMPING!
Where: Some campsite somewhere in some wooded area.
When: September 12th into the 13th.
Warnings: Swearing is a definite. Anything else might not really happen.

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[badasstrenches]

Well sorry, Goose. But try having meetings with people like Misty and you'll inevitably learn a few beauty tips. Whether you wanted to or not.

For the most part, Surge was pretty oblivious to Goose's panting. It wasn't until they could finally see the cliff from afar that he noticed. Glancing back, he blinked in surprise. "Oh... Uh... Do you want to stop for a minute?"

[badasstrenches]

Grabbing his belongings, Surge followed the pilot. "Yeah, eatin' then headin' to bed sounds good to me." He wasn't a big fan of waking up early, but he too had work to finish in his office. The lieutenant was just thankful that he didn't teach a Monday class.

The hike back to the campsite was uneventful. As soon as they returned, Surge started up the fire. "So, what food do we still have left?"

[badasscopters]

Goose plopped down and tore into the bag. Most, if not all of the shrimp was gone and the s'mores were gone, but there was still some sausage and biscuits left. "Eh, we've got this left. Biscuits're fillin' so it'll do!" He took one out and held it only somewhat near the fire so it can warm up.

"By the way, yer puttin' out the fire tonight. Just t' make things a li'l even," He grinned.

[badasstrenches]

Surge opted for one of the sausages first. Roasting it over the fire, he stared suspiciously at the pilot. "Even? That just makes my win pretty much null and void. I see what you're tryin' to do." He gave Goose an accusatory poke in the shoulder.

Either way, the lieutenant had no doubt in his mind that he'd be the one to put out the fire. It wasn't as if he minded. But he wasn't about to admit that out loud in front of the other man.

[badasscopters]

Goose rolled his eyes at that remark and gave Surge a playful smack on the shoulder in turn. "Too bad, yer doin' it. No questions asked." He then dropped the subject by biting into his biscuit and grabbing for his bag.

"Say, mind if I go 'head and call momma real quick 'bout those recipes? Should only take a sec' if you want some humorous mother and son dialogue," He asked, bringing out his cell phone from his bag.

[badasstrenches]

"Fine, fine," he rolled his eyes. Surge was tempted to make another sarcastic remark, something along the lines of 'I spoil you, you know that?' but he was momentarily distracted. The mention of Goose's mother's recipes caught his immediate attention.

Nodding, he replied, "Sure, go ahead. Make sure you say 'hi' for me."

[badasscopters]

"Gotcha'," Goose muttered in reply, dialing the number. Of course, Surge wouldn't be able to hear Mrs. Wauna from his end, but he might be able to get some of the conversation just by what Goose is saying

[badasstrenches]

'Interesting' was one word for it. Surge preferred the term 'entertaining.' Normally he didn't listen to other people's conversations, but this one was too amusing to pass up. He could just imagine the sorts of things Goose's mom kept going on and on about.

But there was one thing he found particularly hilarious. "You do so still make sand planes. Ya did it when we went on vacation before. Remember?" Surge was sporting a wide grin.

[badasscopters]

"That was a one time thing," Goose snickered, elbowing him in the chest. "I meant on a daily basis, ya' silly goose." ... Yes, Goose was going to ignore that he said 'silly goose' in conjunction with his name being Goose. Whatever.

He then dove for the sausages. As he roasted it, a bit of curiosity popped into his mind. "Say, ya' know what I did to keep m'self busy when I was a kid. What'd ya usually do?"

[badasstrenches]

"A one time thing. Sure, whatever you say," Surge grinned. He let out a soft 'pfft' noise when Goose called him a 'silly goose.' But since the pilot didn't say anything else about it, neither would the lieutenant.

Quirking an eyebrow, he repeated, "What did I do? Eh, nothin' that interestin'. You know, watched TV, played sports... The usual things lil' kids do."

The older man shrugged. "My childhood really wasn't that excitin'. At least, not 'till I got interested in the army. But that was mainly durin' high school."

[badasscopters]

"In high school?" Goose blinked and then chuckled lightly. "Heh, late bloomer."

He was just about to go into detail on that. "I got interested in pilotin' since 'round elementary. Right 'round the time dad started trainin' me on 'copter maintenance." Well, and he failed on that apparently (he still can't do technical repairing on his 'copter), but still.

[badasstrenches]

Surge scratched the back of his head. "I guess I was always sorta interested in the army. But I never really considered joinin' 'til high school."

"That makes sense," he nodded as Goose spoke. "None of my family had any connection to the military. So I didn't really have anyone to introduce me to it." Shrugging, he added, "I dunno how my parents would've reacted if I got interested in joinin' earlier. They were kinda surprised when I did."

[badasscopters]

Goose finished roasting up some more sausages and took a bite out of them on his stick. He then replied with, "Heh, ain't surprisin'. My momma didn't want me pilotin'. Thought it was too dangerous for me and she didn't wanna see me gettin' hurt."

He then spoke up again with yet another question of curiosity. "By the way, how's the military like anyway? I'm guessin' it's hella' different from the way flight clubs are!"

[badasstrenches]

"It wasn't so much that they didn't want me to join," he frowned, barely recalling the conversation. "They were just... surprised. Though I guess they were more mad 'bout my choice not to go to college rather than me wantin' to join the army."

Surge paused, thinking about Goose's question. "Yeah, it's pretty different. It's really physically demandin'. But another difficult part is all the team trainin'. I'm sure ya had something similar as far as team formations ya had to learn."

[badasscopters]

"Hah, ya bet yer ass I did!" Goose laughed, recalling very fond memories. "'Specially in skydivin'! We had to do them team formations in the air and created all kinds'a formations with our bodies. Kinda fun stuff!"

He leaned against Surge and sighed, content thinking of those memories. Those were great times. "I'll bet the fightin' is different, too. 'Least ya' don't hafta shoot down giant robots, eh?"

[badasstrenches]

As Goose relaxed against him, Surge wrapped one of his arms around the younger man. "You'd be surprised 'bout what we had to fight." Of course he had never fought a giant robot before coming to SBG, but that was beside the point. "They threw all sorts of stuff at us durin' trainin'."

He let out a sigh. "Though I think I'd rather take a giant robot over some of the shit I've seen on the real battlefield," he mumbled half to himself.