Cricket Campfire; Wednesday Afternoon

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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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"Something tells me this is a fight I really should not be seeing," she decided.

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"Oh, come on, it'll be pretty hot," he promised. "It wouldn't be an actual fight. Just a lot of sex."

[solo_sword]

"That's the problem, and I probably know a few of the competitors." And considering her ex flirted like he breathed, he'd probably be one. She was more okay about it than she thought she'd be, too. She just, you know, didn't want to see it.

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"I'll let you know--detail free--when I win," Wallace told her. "My biggest competition is leaving soon so I'm pretty confident I'll win."

[solo_sword]

"We'll throw you a party when you do," she assured him.