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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[geniuswithasmartphone]

"You need a s'more to sweeten your mood," Hardison decided. "It was a knife fight. Blood was spilled."

[vdistinctive]

How did Eliot end up in love with a guy dumb enough to get cut by a knife he taped to a roomba himself? How had this possibly happened?

"Just -- stop arming the robots, okay? Ain't there, like, several dozen sci-fi stories telling you that's a bad idea?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Excuse you, Hardison was a genius. But Stabby had accidentally gotten tangled up in wires and had unplugged a server and--you know? The full story was boring.

"I told you I already stopped," Hardison said, giving Eliot a wounded look. "It seemed wrong, makin' three friends fight for my entertainment." He shook his head. "Bloodsports are wrong, man."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot opened his mouth to respond to that, then gave up, threw his hands in the air, and went stomping off to start the campfire.

How was this his life.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"I love you!"