The front lawns, outside the dorms: Monday afternoon

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack had gone for a run. A very long run, down to the beach and back, though about half way through he'd decided he was insane, because it was too damn hot, which was bad timing, because he still had to run back.

Luckily there was a hose he could soak his head with and a nice bit of lawn to stretch out on. Which was what he was doing right now, wearing nothing but a pair of very short shorts, lying on his back while he worked on his tan.

[ooc: and lo, the post was open!]

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[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"But not when the point was to distract the other team!" Evie flailed with her free hand, and swung Jack's a little more energetically. "And it failed, Jim only slowed down enough to see if I would, and then he went and scored, and why should I reward him for that? Honestly! There may be shirtlessness at some future time and place, but not when Mr. Jim Halpert is there for it, let me tell you!" She got her breath back, and frowned. "I was asking you something, and now I've forgotten what. Anyway! I'm so glad you're back! I shall have to make you a pie, after I learn how."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack barely followed that. "You're going to make me a pie?" he asked, bemused. "And I'm very sure you taking off your shirt would distract people."

[la, LJ, thanks for not giving me notifications!]

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"For Pie class. At some point. Though today, we just learned about crusts, with puppets." Evie nodded vehemently. "And it would! It would certainly distract Sokka." She smiled happily, and confided, "Really, it's not fair that he can take his shirt off in public and be within the bounds of propriety, but I can't. He was naked! From the waist up! For most of the game!"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Which had Jack blinking at her again, and smiling widely, because she was too cute. "Did you want to take your shirt off? Because I happen to agree with you. It is incedibly unfair. I'm sure I could talk to someone, see if they'd change their mind."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"No!" Evie was flailing a bit now, one arm doing its characteristic windmill as she tried to explain. "I'd be *ever* so self-conscious! And pale! I'd burn! And people would stare! But it was very distracting," she finished, a little mournful, then frowned. "Do you think that it would be all right to wear an, umm, corset-type top to the next game? Not too improper? Some of the girls wear even less, you know."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I think that would be completely fine, at least here. But you should wear sunscreen, or you'll burn." He frowned, expression clouding, but he pushed the memory away. "Plus it will be a hell of a distraction. You're going to be very cute dressed like that."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie beamed at him, and squeezed his fingers. "Thank you, Jack! Then I will, see if I don't." She let go of his hand, and said, "Ice cream, some time this week? So you can tell me about horrible mutant space cannibals, and harpoons again?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"If I have time, Evie." He carefully pulled his hand free of hers and leaned back on the grass.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Silly Jack," she said indulgently. "I shan't interrupt your heavy sleeping and tanning schedule, then. But sometime soon." Evie turned away, dancing a little with glee. "I'm so glad you're well! And here! Bye, Jack!"