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Cricket Campfire; Wednesday Afternoon

It was hot. Far too hot to do anything productive, outside of making a blender's worth of strawberry margaritas. It was also far too hot for pants. It was cool enough, however, to hang out by the campfire pantless (but wearing boxers, much to his dismay) and with a blender's worth of margaritas. The fire wasn't lit, but it was a nice place to sit and attempt to get a tan on his pale Canadian legs.

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The number of four letter words John could use... "There is no small amount of shame in that slip of the tongue. I'm filing it under Things to Never Mention Again."

"Fair enough," Wallace said, unable to keep from grinning. He spent a few moments in silence, doing what he said he'd do and help John out. But he couldn't shut up completely. "So you were the bitch, huh?"

John sighed, making a face Wallace couldn't see. "Is it that obvious?"

"Tops don't usually get these kind of marks," he said, laughing.

"Oh yeah, you laugh like you'd never go there." Or been, really.

"He didn't leave marks on me." But Chuck was probably being extra careful considering Wallace insisted that he keep his glasses on.

"...okay it's kind of weird to think you went there too. Even beyond the double thing, it's almost as if I've already slept with you." Six degrees of separation put him in much scarier places, actually.

"Not the same thing. We have totally different styles," Wallace said, sliding back from John and putting the cap back on the lotion. "That should keep the burn down for a little while. You might want to tell the kid to go easier on you next time."

"If there's a next time, I'm more messed up than I thought," John admitted, rolling his shoulders and feeling much more soothed with the applied lotion than before.

Wallace shrugged. "I don't know about that. Hate sex beats fighting any day."

He often wondered what would have happened if Scott had screwed Gideon instead of fighting him.

"So you have some experience with this?" John was ever-willing to listen and learn...or learn nothing but hear a good story. Same deal.

"Not me personally, since everyone loves me." Riiiiiiight. "But my ex-roommate had to defeat a bunch of evil guys in order to get the chick he's dating now. He fought them all, but I think he could have saved himself a lot of pain if he decided to screw a few into submission instead."

"Screw into submission, huh. I never really considered there being a winner in sex like there is in an actual fight." Especially considering the way he tended to seek out verbal sparring partners.

"Well where I'm from, when you defeat someone in a fight they turn into coins," Wallace said. "I figured maybe you could sex them into coins too, if you tried hard enough."

"Coins. Now this I like. Very little messy clean up," John remarked. "Sexing into coins...well that sounds like a dirty job indeed." Someone call Mike Rowe.

"But you have to admit it'd be more fun than fighting, right?"

"Definitely more fun. Now, if all the fights I got in over the years were settled through sex, well, I'd probably have a few STIs to cope with, but definitely fewer black eyes and broken fingers." Not to mention the scars from bugs and bullets.

"You won't have to deal with STIs if you're careful," he said. "Just more rug burn."

"Ha ha." Wallace was hilarious. "Now I hope you end up with rug burn of your own."

"Ooooh I hope so too," he said. "Getting it is fun."

"You think so?" Why did that sound so much like a challenge to John?

Because it totally was one, John. "You saying you didn't have fun getting yours?"

"Oh I'm not arguing...just amused. You gonna see if you can't get one like mine?"

"From Chuck?" he asked. "I think he likes me too much to do that to me."

"I think everyone likes you too much," John pointed out, because really, Wallace just seemed like that kind of guy. "Though, if you asked, you might get it."

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