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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[likethegun]

"No, you can't just have sex with her. Didn't you guys go to prom together?" Sam asked. Not that he paid any attention to Chuck's life, because that would just be weird. "That counts as a date."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Went as friends so it totally doesn't count." Ignore the making out that happened there. "Why can't I just have sex with her? It's not like she wouldn't enjoy herself. I'm very good. Hannibal told me I made him see God once."

That was after the bondage time. Oh, nostalgia.

[likethegun]

There was nothing that could have stopped Sam from rolling his eyes at that. "Does she strike you as the casual sex kind of girl? No matter how good you are?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck groaned. "I don't know what you're expecting. If she's not a casual sex sort of girl and I'm not a relationship sort of guy then I guess we're fucked, aren't we?"

[likethegun]

"You could always compromise in the middle," Sam said. "But that would require talking about feelings and wants, and that might be too much, right?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"There is no compromise for girls," he said. "They pretend they're okay with you sleeping with other people but they'll make your life a living hell until you agree to be their slave."

Way to be dramatic, Chuck.

[likethegun]

"Not all girls are like that. Maybe Blair will want to be something like friends with benefits. You'll get to keep your filthy ways, and she'll get to see God every once in a while. Or, you could discover that you like being her slave," Sam added with a smirk. "That's not always a bad thing either."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"You're driving me crazy with this whole thing, you know that, right?"

[likethegun]

"Am I really?" Sam asked, looking almost smug. "Oh, how the tables have turned."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Don't let it go to your head," Chuck said, smirking slightly.