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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Wallace smirked. "If I go for it, will you promise to apply lotion on me after?"

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Wallace had a nice smirk. Damn it for being so familiar. "Hey, I do owe you a favor now."