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The Deck, Tuesday Morning

Dawn had meant to make it to the beach, she really had. But then there had been rum in the shower spigots and she'd gotten very ~~sticky~~ tipsy. In the interest of not falling down anything, she'd parked herself on the deck in a bathing suit with a book that wouldn't make her concentrate too hard (as long as her eyes could still focus), a towel, some sunscreen, a tupperware container of shower rum and a couple of bottles of so-far-unadulterated coke.

"Forgot the music," she grumbled.

[ooc: So very open, obviously.]

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"It's been normal...some days," Chad pointed out in light argument. Of course, his argument ended there because he was having difficulty remembering a specific day. "Like...you know...that...one time...And then...that other time..."

"Maybe it just feels like it's been awhile with the clothes and the lack of water and all the tiny pirates," John figured he probably missed the one day of normalcy while he was away.

"There were the singing rats, too, and purple rain, and those birds," Chad pointed out, plucking at a string to test the tuning of it, and then adjusting it slightly. "You know, this last week in particular has seemed a little...heavy on the weird, don't you think?"

"Exactly my point," John said, leaning back and feeling slightly vindicated that it wasn't just him. "I look forward to just one calm day."

"I think it owes us a bit more than just one calm day," Chad grunted, testing another string.

Although, really, his past few days had been insanely calm. It took a lot more than rum showers and pirate clothing to rattle Chad.

"Maybe a calm day and every room getting a hot tub," John ventured. "One that fit the occupants even."

Chad considered this.

"Well, maybe not...every room," he said. "More chances of them getting better use if people had to share."

Not, of course, that he was thinking of sharing with anyone except his boyfriend, really! He was just being considerate of other people who might want to share with other people as well in that scenario. Ahem.

John grinned. "I'm sure we'd all have someone in particular we'd like to share with. How's the not-puppy boyfriend?"

The 'not-puppy' part of that threw Chad off a little, mostly because it took him a moment to catch up with the memory of Teddy as that adorable golden retrieve, and a faint grin showed up on Chad's face. How could he have forgotten that? He really wished sometimes that he didn't have such a poor memory, but it didn't dwell on that, because they'd gone into a topic in which he couldn't feel bad about unless he really tried.

"He's actually back," Chad said, "which is about a semester sooner than expected. He had to go to space to help with some family thing."

Oh, how he and Chad had more in common than John had previously thought. "It's nice when they come back whole from those things, huh? He did come back whole, right?"

Chad nodded. "If he didn't," he said, "he's...really good at hiding it."

Really, really good. And while Teddy was a shapeshifter and could probably have managed something like that, Chad rather liked to think that he wouldn't hide something like that from him.

"Oh good, I'd hate to shove my foot in my mouth there," John said, relieved. "Especially when there's the option of free rum and coke to keep my quiet."

"I've been trying to stay away from it," Chad admitted. "It's been too long without a pantless incident to take any chances."

"Rum makes you pantsless?" John grinned in amusement.

"Well, no," Chad said. "It hasn't. But it could."

"So you have appropriate levels of fear of rum?"

Chad carefully worked his way through that for a moment before responding.

"...Exactly."

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