LBJ Campfire, Thursday Night

[likethegun]

Sometime during the day, Sam had come to a sad realization - he hadn't had nearly enough s'mores for the amount of time they'd been out at the cabins. When the evening rolled around and the sun finally went down, he lit the cabin's campfire and set himself up with all the necessary supplies, to cook for himself and for anyone else who sat down.

It wasn't long before he figured out that his marshmallow roasting stick was also good for keeping tiny moose away from the fire. It was kind of amazing how this place still found ways to weird him out, even after all this time.

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[icecoldfrost]

Emma grinned and slipped the small hip-flask from the back pocket of her jeans. "Vodka," she announced with a grin. "Nothing special, but it should give us a giggle."

[glacial_queen]

"Awww...and I was hoping we could wander around looking for people to teach us naughty songs," she said, holding out a hand for the bottle. After the day she'd had, she deserved a drink.

Aaaand Hellfires. Karla just realized she hadn't changed out of her Widow's Weeds. This day had already lasted a few hours too long.

[icecoldfrost]

She passed it over with a laugh. "We could ask," she replied, looking around. "I bet Chuck knows some. Or maybe one of the other boys."

[glacial_queen]

Karla burst out laughing. "I will give you a bottle of wine if you can get Chuck to sing naughty songs around the campfire."

[icecoldfrost]

"I don't think that would be much of a challenge," Emma said dryly. "Since Chuck seems the type to enjoy shocking people."

[Falling over now - night!]

[glacial_queen]

"True," Karla admitted. "But wouldn't it be fun to try anyway?"


[g'night!]