The Shores of Selkie Lake, Friday Evening

[geniuswithasmartphone]

DJ Roomba was cranking out to tunes, though Hardison had left the soft serve machine at home, making this officially a 'roughing it' camping trip. Not that Eliot would necessarily agree (there was still electricity because Hardison was many things, but a goddamn savage wasn't one of them), but was it really a date if the two of them didn't bicker about something pointless while Parker looked on and offered commentary?

No. No it was not.

Originally, Hardison had planned to pitch the tent up in the woods, but something about them had been...off-putting. So instead he'd spent the morning setting up here on the shore, including hammering a 'No Suits Allowed' sign next to the water to encourage skinny dipping by his sexy, sexy partners. Steaks were resting in Eliot's signature marinade, other stuff had been peeled and chopped, the all-natural, hickory-chip grill was gently glowing red.

Aww yeah, he done good.

[For the crew!]

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[whoisalicewhite]

"We'd have to practice some more," Parker said seriously. "Also, there would be cuddling on the way down." Just as motivation, you know?

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison shuddered. Okay, not going back to the screaming, the last thing he wanted was more practice.

Even with the promise of cuddles.

"What if I stayed here an' made s'mores while you an' Eliot jumped?" he suggested desperately. "So you could be greeted by a snack with every leap?"

[whoisalicewhite]

Hmmmmmmmmmm. "Acceptable." Parker nodded, tiny smile lurking as she poked at one of his biceps. "This time."

It was gonna happen sometime, Hardison.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Yeah, but the longer he could push that off, the happier he'd be.

He leaned down to kiss her. "I know my girl," he said, smug.