“listen - whoever stole from the bug spray stash - out yourselves now,” mckenna said dryly, crossing her arms over her chest, “i’m getting eaten alive out there on the green trying to teach a bunch of snot-nosed kids how to shoot an arrow and i’m trying not to claw off my skin as it is - sooo, anyone?”
“stole is a strong word” ale chuckled removing a spray from his cargo shorts’ pocket. “just borrowed, and now returned“ he smiled offering it to mckenna “you think the field is bad try staying next to a grill where the bugs think it’s lunch time and will eat you as sacrifice“ he joked














