Squirrel Campfire - Wed. Evening

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

After returning from her shopping trip into town, Pippi makes a B-line for the Squirrel cabin campfire.

She's got a medium sized blaze going and is cooking hot dogs on sticks over the fire while she sings.

Oh, the ships will come and the ships will go,
As long as the waves do roll:
The sailor lad, likewise his dad,
He loves the flowing bowl:
A lass ashore we do adore,
One that is plump and round, round, round.
When the money is gone, it's the same old song,
Get up, Jack! John, sit down!

Singing, Hey! laddie, ho! laddie,
Swing the capstan 'round, 'round, 'round
When the money is gone it's the same old song,
Get up, Jack! John, sit down!

[I] go and take a trip in a man-o'-war
To China or Japan,
In Asia, there are ladies fair
Who love the sailorman.
When Jack and Joe palavers, O,
And buy the girls a gown, gown, gown.
When the money is gone it's the same old song,
Get up, Jack! John, sit down!

When Jack is ashore he beats his way
Towards some boarding-house:
He's welcome in with his rum and gin,
And he's fed with pork and souse:
For he'll spend and spend and never offend,
But he'll lay drunk on the ground, ground, ground:
When my money is gone it's the same old song:
Get up, Jack! John, sit down!

When Jack is old and weatherbeat,
Too old to roustabout,
In some rum-shop they'll let him stop,
At eight bells he's turned out.
Then he cries, he cries up to the skies:
"I'll soon be homeward bound, bound, bound."
When my money is gone it's the same old song:
Get up, Jack! John, sit down!

Comments

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Jack, huh? That was my partner for our little condom exercise." Walter sat down and Pup settled comfortably at his feet, watching the camfire.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"I noticed. And was very jealous. Though of which I was jealous I've yet to figure out." she said.

"Hotdog?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter snorted and settled for nodding. "As long as I don't have to try to put a condom on it."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"I suppose you could... But I wouldn't recommend eating it then."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"That wouldn't digest very well, I think."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, no."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Right. I don't suppose you have any bananas?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Check the bag." Pippi said nodding to an All and Sundries bag by her feet.

The bag contains not only hotdog fixins but a variety of fruit and snacks as well.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter rummaged in the bag and pulled out a banana. Phallic objects galore.

Walter, for no reason he could explain, peeled the banana and stuck it on a stick.

[nadiathesaint]

After a day of handwaved fun and adventures sans workshops, Nadia wandered back to the Squirrel campfire. Just in time to watch her two friends setting bananas on fire.

"Please tell me that's not what you learned to do in Sex Ed with the black and white prostitute woman."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"No Sex Ed was all about whipped cream."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia's brain went to an interesting visual place and she stood with her mouth slightly open silently for a moment.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi noticed the open mouth and held out a hot dog.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia blinked a little, then accepted the hotdog, stuck it on a stick, and sat down to cook it.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Whipped cream, balloons, and condoms," Walter offered.

He did not offer that he was paired with a very good looking guy.

[nadiathesaint]

That, of course, brought in new and interesting mental images. Nadia could be very creative at times.

". . . oh."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi is still unsure how some ended up on her nose.

That's her story, and she's sticking to it.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John, after getting his ass kicked at the gym, smells hotdogs. And izzat rum? Naw. Just the same... he takes the long way home.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Good evening John! Have you had dinner?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"um. No?" Nor lunch.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi waves him over.

"John, sit down." she says in a sing song way and holds out a hotdog.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John graciously accepts. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I? Cuz, I'm keeping the hot dog." Smile.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Nah." Pippi said rolling her eyes at Nadia and Walter as Mr. Neilson swipes her flask back from them for her. "You're fine... Thank you Sir. Neilson."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John glances at the other two, who are studiously not glancing at each other. Okay, they are. THey're about the stage where they're contemplating mentally undressing each other. Which, fold the clothes and put them in a neat pile so other people don't trip?

"So how's things?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi sticks her feet up on the side of the fire pit to warm them up and takes a bite of her fire roasted banana onna stick.

"Things are good. Nothing's attempted to kill anybody I know of in like... Two weeks. And yourself?"