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!]

Comments

[whoisalicewhite]

"You don't *have* to fight it. We could just invite it to stay."

Parker couldn't make up her mind if she'd want to cuddle an Alot of chocolate, or trap it and lick it to death.

[vdistinctive]

"Yeah, until it turns into an alot of aggression because you refuse to share."

[whoisalicewhite]

"I'm... getting better at that?" Really, Eliot. "And maybe it would catch the aggression from you, and not me. Since you're better at sharing feelings."

[vdistinctive]

"I'm not aggressive," Eliot protested. "Not, like, needlessly so, anyway."