#campfire1

“Any requests?” Tanner asked, sitting next to the younger girl and positioning his guitar on his lap so he could play, “Or is it too corny to be the guy with the guitar at a campfire?” He added with a laugh.

“This day is beautiful. I think this is one of the first times since everyone found out about my leg that I’ve been to the beach like this,” Jack grinned, “Now I can actually swim and not worry about people seeing.”

“I love roasting marshmallows, don’t you?” April asked the other, “Maybe I just have too big a sweet tooth but I could eat like three bags of these.”

“Is it bad that I’m surprised this is something people actually do?” Jack asked, tossing the Frisbee, “I mean, you see it in the movies but I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone do this in real life.”

“Oh was that another point to me?” Tanner asked. He had play beer pong maybe once in his life. He was pretty sure getting the ball into someone else’s beer was good for him, “Or do we not do points in this game?”

“Okay so we are definitely missing a piece. Maybe two,” Tanner said, looking from the instructions to what could definitely not be described as a tent in front of them, “There’s no way we have all the pieces and ended up with that.

“Please tell me that’s not what I think it is,” Jack said, stepping back from the black and white creature, “Oh for god’s sake, a skunk. Really?”

“Have you ever pitched a tent before?” Jack asked, “Because I have like once but it was a while ago and there were three of us and we had way more detailed instructions than this so I don’t know how this is gonna go.”