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Thursday: Vacation

We've reached Thursday, which means it's my last day as your host. I've had a blast and I hope you have too. We're going to finish the week off by going on vacation. All-inclusive 5-star resorts or dumps with cockroaches? Relaxing by the pool or sight-seeing?

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Criminal Minds, Rossi & Hotch, you do remember what a vacation is, don't you?
Quantum Leap/Chuck, Sam Beckett, family vacation with the Bartowskis

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PotC, any, second star to the right and straight on til morning

Animorphs, Naomi, she takes her remaining daughters away to the mountains because there's too many memories of her eldest tied to the push and pull of the shore

OK, this really isn't very good, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to quickly flex some writing muscles.

The waves lapped soothingly at Danny’s feet and the sunset was worth the price of a few movie tickets. But Danny scowled and let go a big sigh.

“What’s the matter?” Steve asked, digging his toes into the sand, a hand in the pocket of his blue board shorts.

“Nothing.”

“That sigh means something. I can tell from the look on your face.”

“There’s no look. I swear. Hand on my mother's secret lasagne recipe.”

Steve touched him low on his back, his large hand spread over the dip above his ass. “Danno,” he said, in an intimate, insinuating tone, that one word loaded with a freight of intimate knowledge.

“Okay.” Danny’s eyes slid from the beauty of the sunset into the blue-green-grey, whatever color Steve’s eyes were, he was still trying to figure that out. He’d spent no small amount of time secretly staring at them. “Do we have to spend these few days we have free, and I’m expecting a call any minute, just so you know...outside in this, okay, I’ll admit it’s beautiful, but I see this all the time. It’s paradise, but it’s boring. Every day the same... but, and I emphasize, it’s a big but...” He slid his arm around Steve’s waist and pulled him in. “There’s something else I don’t get to see too often.” He pressed his lips to his partner’s and sneaked a couple of fingers under his shirt to the bare skin underneath. “That’s you. Naked.” Steve opened his mouth to protest. “Okay, I know what you’re going to say, I see you without your shirt on all the time, but I wanna see you naked. All over.” He slipped a tongue between Steve’s lips. “Where I can get my hands on you.” He nipped Steve’s bottom lip. “For a long, long time. Without interruption.” He plucked Steve’s cell phone out of his back pocket and threw it in the ocean while Steve gaped like a fish.

“Yeah, babe. I’m serious. No communications. Because that’s the only way I gonna get to truly experience this fine specimen here.” He traced the clavicle exposed by Steve’s shirt with his fingertip and leaned in to nuzzle the side of his face. “You’re like a fine wine. You need to be sipped at leisure to be truly appreciated. Because otherwise you’re too busy gerryrigging bizarre jungle weapons of mass destruction and figuring out the best way to destroy someone’s constitutional rights.”

Steve was again left speechless. As usual.

“You know I’m right.” Danny took his hand and laid a trail of kisses down his jaw. “Who needs paradise when you have a bedroom all to yourself?”

Steve pulled out his car keys in record time.

Steve's got a pretty epic case of Aneurysm Face going on by the time they touch down in Newark. It stays put through baggage claim and into the parking lot, and it's still firmly in place when Danny shuts the trunk on their bags and climbs into the driver's seat.

"Okay, what gives?"

Steve blinks, and his expression shifts into Stoic SEAL Face #4: I Feel Nothing. "Nothing," he says, predictably.

Danny congratulates himself on properly naming the face as he turns towards Steve. "Not nothing," he contradicts. "No, my friend, not nothing, because you've been moody and quiet since we got on the plane, and that's weird. You haven't made fun of me for my tie, my shoes, nothing." He pokes Steve's chest. "What gives?"

Steve shrugs uncomfortably. "I don't like going into unfamiliar situations."

"Unfamiliar situ-" Danny stops, takes a breath, changes tactics. "Look, babe, this isn't a hostile situation. There are no bombs, no guns, no knives coming your way, so you really gotta unclench those shoulders of yours and breathe." He turns back to the wheel and starts the ignition. "I have no idea why you're freaking out about this more than I am."

"Not like I have to worry about about telling my parents that I'm marrying my gay lover," Steve says blandly, stretching out in the seat.

Danny can feel the shock on his face as he whips back around to face Steve. "Marrying my - is that why you're flipping shit? You think I'm gonna have some big gay freakout in front of my family and they're gonna have some big my-kid-is-gay freakout and you're gonna be-"

Steve's non-answer is enough. "Jesus," Danny swears, unbuckling his seat belt so he can lean over into Steve's space. "Look at me, you idiot," he says with more fondness than anger, and isn't that telling enough? "My youngest sister is living with a girl. You know this. My family isn't gonna care. And if I haven't flipped out before now, what makes you think I will after this?"

"They're your family," Steve says, and Danny has a sudden vision of McGarrett Senior giving a teenaged Steve disappointed glances, of Steve joining the SEALs to impress his dad, and he shuts it away firmly as he reaches to take Steve's face in his hand.

"I wouldn't have agreed to marry you if I wasn't sure about you, babe," he says softly. "I love you. My family's going to adore you, and even if they don't, I'm still gonna marry you, okay?"

Steve's shoulders finally, finally relax, and he smiles against Danny's palm. "You're sure?"

Danny rolls his eyes. "You're stuck with me," he informs Steve as he leans over to brush their lips together.

"Good," Steve says when Danny moves away, and Danny can't help the way a smile curves his own lips as he repeats, "Good."

This was adorable and perfect and so very very Steve and Danny! Steve would be worried, and Danny would be adorable and exasperated and loving.

I'd love to see the sequel to this where they do meet the family! You're a great writer!

((Well how could I say no to that? :D))

There's tense and then there's Steve, Danny thinks that night at dinner. It seems like his mother has called in every Williams family member she could think of to visit while Danny's home, and they're currently jammed around the table with Danny's sisters and their families as well as a few cousins. There's Emily and her husband Joe, Ginny and her husband Steve (which his Steve had pulled a face at, one Danny didn't even have to name to know it means awkward), his cousins Sarah and Pete and Luke, and then his sister Lindsey and her partner Janey right next to Danny and Steve. His mom and dad are there, too, and Em and Gin's kids are running around like they've been in the sugarbowl for a week.

Danny settles back into his family like he'd never left, though it's been almost two years since he's been back. He's involved in three different conversations before he can blink, laughing with Pete about something while he teases Gin and Joe and asks Luke about college. Over it all, he can hear various family members trying to draw Steve into conversation with varying levels of success. Steve's shoulders are back on high alert, and Danny doesn't even blink as he loops his arm around Steve's waist and rubs his thumb lightly over the skin where Steve's shirt has pulled up from his pants. He turns and says something back to Pete as Steve absolutely freezes under his hand.

"Calm down," Danny says softly as he turns his face back to Steve. "Breathe, babe."

"He's not worried, is he?" Lindsey's voice comes from Steve's other side, and Danny grins at his baby sister.

"He doesn't feel right if he's not worrying about something," Danny informs her, and Steve huffs out a breath and crosses his arms. Lindsey laughs, a light, carefree sound, and throws her arm around Steve in a one-armed sideways hug.

"Don't be ridiculous," she tells him. "Nobody cares." She leans away from Steve and grabs Janey's face in both hands, leaning in to plant a big, sloppy kiss on her lips.

"Lindsey, that's why you have a bedroom," Em calls from the other end of the table. Gin laughs and Lindsey grins and flips her off and nobody says anything else, not a word, and Danny can feel Steve relax under his arm.

"They really don't care," he says wonderingly, low in Danny's ear. Danny grins and shakes his head as he brushes his lips along Steve's temple.

"They really don't care," he agrees, and feels Steve let go of the last of his tension.

Dinner is good. It's fun and familiar and the food is excellent, and the conversation has died down to a dull roar by the time the coffee mugs come out. Danny grabs one with a liquor store logo on it and another from his dad's fire company and fills them for himself and Steve.

"Do you want to wait?" he asks quietly as he puts Steve's coffee in front of him. Steve's dealing with this well, he really is, but there's only so much a man can take in one day, and he remembers what it was like when he told his family that he was marrying Rachel. Even Steve has his limits of what he can do in a day.

"No," Steve says, and that's Determined Face and Concerned Face at the same time, so Danny smiles and leans in to kiss him quickly before pulling away.

"So, Ma," he says casually, reaching for the cream and sugar in the middle of the table. "What's on the calendar for next January?"

"It's this February, Daniel," she responds calmly. "How should I know?"

Danny shrugs like it's no big deal. "Thought you might want to come visit us in Hawaii."

He hears Janey gasp and squeal, and of course she'd put it together first; she works at a law firm that deals with a lot of civil rights cases. He grins in her direction as his mother opens her mouth.

"Why next January? If you want us to visit, why wait until-" And then her jaw snaps shut and she rolls her eyes. "You're so dramatic," she informs him with a sigh that's pure Williams, exasperated and fond. "Congratulations."

Janey leaps out of her seat and wraps one arm around Steve's neck and the other around Danny's as she talks at a million miles an hour about civil unions and courthouses and paperwork and how she wants to help. Lindsey just stares at them for a second with a happy little smile on her face before she turns to the rest of the table.

"Hawaii just legalised civil unions," she informs the rest of the family. "They're getting married."

There's a flurry of excited cheers and catcalls and thumps on the back from around the table, and through the whole thing, Steve sits there with a kind of awestruck look on his face, happy and confused and maybe a little afraid. Danny squeezes the hip he's got under his hand, and Steve looks at him with a dazed expression.

"They don't care," he says again. "They're - happy for us."

"I'm happy for us, too, babe," Danny smiles, leaning in to plant a kiss on Steve's lips that's just as big and sloppy as the one Lindsey had given Janey before.

"Yeah," Steve says with a genuine smile against his lips, "so am I."

Evan stretched out, feeling the sun on his skin. "Not bad, huh?"

"No. Not bad at all. Look at all the diverse life on this tiny island!" David said, looking at the plants.

"I didn't bring you here to work..." Evan scolded gently.

"Good point, but... There's so much stuff here..." David said reluctantly as Evan gave him a *look*. He laid down next to Evan and tried to relax.

Evan reached over and slid a hand over his cock.

"Oh."

"See how much more fun this is?" Evan asked as he lightly stroked his hand across the bulge in his shorts.

"I do see your point, Evan... Now please, don't tease me like this..."

"You got it, David," Evan told him, pulling David's cock out and starting to suck as they enjoyed the island paradise of MR8-898

Very cute. ♥ Thanks for the fill.

I seriously don't have the words for how amazing you are for having written this!!! This was so many different kinds of perfection! I love how nervous Steve is, and how the family makes it all ok, and just how completely in awe Steve is at how happy they are. And the way Danny said it is brilliant, with the January 2012 mention!

Essentially you're now on my list of people I want to send plot bunnies too and have write for me ;)

Would you mind if I friended you? I write Steve/Danny too and am always looking for new Steve/Danny friends (also you just seem really cool in general :) )

Well, now you're the recipient of a big old bunch of Merlin fic cliches. Sorry for this one too, this is pretty silly.

Arthur sipped his coffee and winced. Nobody made coffee like Merlin. Why did he give him the day off, today of all days? Obviously that was temporary insanity. On the day he had the meeting with Castle Keep, his biggest client. Holy crap, what was he thinking?

He sighed and pushed the button on the intercom. “Bridget, do you have the Castle Keep file? I think Merlin keeps it in the top drawer. Under ‘C’.” Obviously, but Bridget hadn’t shown herself to be the sharpest tool in the box. She arrived at 10:00, having forgotten to adjust her clock to Daylight Savings Time.

Merlin. Arthur mused for a moment on his personal secretary. He’d been working for him for a year and had surprisingly proved himself indispensable. Things hadn’t started out that well, with Merlin pushing a file cart into Arthur, causing his coffee to spill all over the Castle Keep files. Merlin had spent a month recreating them, after Arthur decided to promote him to his personal secretary. It had nothing to do with the dimples in his cheeks or the deep blue of his eyes. Nothing whatsoever. He kept telling Morgana that, but she refused to believe him. Merlin’s résumé was impressive, despite his difficulty in manoeuvring down an office hallway.

He wondered what Merlin was doing today. Merlin had only given him hints of his personal life. That one time Arthur had taken him to lunch when he gave him a raise, and that other time Morgana had invited them both for drinks. She’d made strange faces at him the whole time, with little mysterious gestures toward Merlin. He still couldn’t figure out what she was on about.

Merlin had said he was just going to relax today, maybe do a few errands, and have lunch with a friend. Friend. Arthur tried not to wonder too much who the friend was. It was really none of his business. He remembered hearing Merlin on the phone a few times to someone who sounded like a friend. Merlin had been laughing and his colour was high. His eyes were sparkly too. Not that Arthur ever noticed that kind of thing. He was too busy with his important clients.

Arthur tried to concentrate on some of the files he needed to go through for the Castle Keep meeting. But his mind kept wandering to Merlin. What kind of friends did he have anyway? Merlin had invited to a party at his flat, once. And he’d mentioned a roommate. Bill, was that his name? Arthur couldn’t quite remember, but apparently he was overly fond of Guinness and never cleaned the bathroom. Arthur had been busy with a client dinner that night and couldn’t go.

Somehow the scent of Merlin’s soap seemed so much more interesting to think about than Castle Keep’s profit and loss statement. Arthur sighed and had another sip of weak, watery coffee. He bet anything that Merlin liked those fruity soaps instead of something manly and bracing.

The meeting was interminable and god-awful boring. He made his presentation at the beginning and after that he could relax. Uther’s voice droned on and on and the numbers soon swam before Arthur’s eyes. It wasn’t long before he was discreetly texting Merlin. After five texts, he gave up. Why didn’t Merlin text him back? OK, he was supposed to be having a day off, but really, how did he know Arthur wasn’t having an emergency? “What are you wearing right now?” and “What kind of coffee beans do you use?” didn’t exactly exude an air of urgency, but still. Arthur needed him. To, um, be there for general support, yeah, that was it. Bridget just didn’t know where things were.

Finally, the meeting ended with a handshake all around and promises to send signed contracts the next day. Arthur surged up out of his chair and found himself heading for the lift without any clear idea what he was doing. Before he knew it he was sitting in a taxi giving the driver Merlin’s address, which he’d wheedled out of Morgana’s secretary with promises to get her tickets to the next big show and to not tell Morgana anything about this. He wasn’t sure why the last seemed so important.

The car pulled up to Merlin’s building in a slightly seedy part of town. Arthur ignored the ramshackle corner shop and suspicious blokes hanging around outside, passing around something Arthur strongly suspected wasn’t a cigarette, and walked assertively up the front steps. He surveyed the flat buzzers. “Grand Wizard/Young Workers United” read the label to 4D.

Dear god. Arthur sighed and pressed the buzzer.

“Who is it?” said Merlin.

“A tool of the oppressor,” Arthur said.

He heard some static, and then the door buzzed to let him in.

Four floors. He had to walk up four floors to get to Merlin’s flat. No wonder Merlin was so skinny. When he finally made it up to the fourth floor landing, Merlin had the door open already.

“Arthur! What are you doing here?” Merlin looked at him with wide eyes, a rag in his hand.

“Erm , well.” Now that he was here, the surge of need that had initially propelled him came to a grinding halt. Why was he here? Logic didn’t provide an answer. “I just, um, needed to tell you the Castle Keep deal went through.”

“You came all the way here on my day off to tell me that.” Merlin raised an eyebrow. “You know, there’s this thing called the telephone, came in early last century, maybe you’ve heard of it.”

“I thought it merited a report in person,” Arthur huffed. He inwardly cringed at the ridiculous explanation. But the way Merlin’s eyes twinkled merrily in response was worth it.

“Okay then.” Merlin threw the rag on an easel nearby that Arthur hadn’t noticed before. “Would you like some coffee or tea? Seeing as you came all the way here.” The easel held a painting in bold colours. So Merlin was a painter. Arthur was glad his impetuous little adventure had revealed at least one heretofore unknown fact about Merlin’s life.

“Coffee, please,” Arthur breathed, pleased that he didn’t have to let a day pass without Merlin’s special brew. “You know I’m addicted to your coffee.” Merlin smirked as he led him into the kitchen.

“It’s all part of my master plan to take over the universe. Sorry for the mess. I’m painting.” He pulled coffee beans and a filter out of the cabinet. “That’s what I like to do on my days off. I’m having a show at my friend Gwen’s gallery in a couple of months. Well, gallery...” He made a dismissive gesture. “It’s more like a café with a few pictures on the wall, but I’m excited to have the exposure.”

Arthur noticed the stacks of paintings lined up along the edges of the flat, leaning up against the walls. “Why didn’t I know about this? These are marvellous.” He walked back into the lounge to take a better look. “You’re really talented, Merlin. You must let me know when the show is. I’ll drag Morgana along and we’ll buy something.”

Merlin blushed. “Okay. Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “You don’t have to.”

“Happy to.” Arthur smiled at him. Merlin smiled back and there was a moment of silence while they both looked at each other. Arthur admired how relaxed Merlin seemed outside of the office, in his jeans and T-shirt, a ratty black cardigan wrapped around his lean torso, red Converse spattered with paint. It was a good look. Arthur wouldn’t mind seeing Merlin like this all the time.

“You’ve got...” Arthur gestured to Merlin’s hair. “There’s...”

“What?”

Arthur put a hand up to Merlin’s tousled hair where there was a big blue streak of paint. “Here. There’s some blue paint.” Merlin suddenly seemed much closer than he had before. Arthur’s hand wavered in the air above Merlin’s hair. He was so tempted to touch it. It looked wavy and soft.

“Oh,” Merlin said meaninglessly, looking at Arthur with big blue eyes, crinkled at the edges and ridged with thick black lashes.

Arthur felt paralyzed. “I, uh...” He didn’t know what he was doing, this seemed insane, but he found himself leaning in closer, propelled by the soft, ripe look of Merlin’s mouth. He kissed him softly, lingering on that lush lower lip, waiting for Merlin inevitably to slap him or push him away. But it didn’t happen. Arthur’s mouth moved just slightly, testing the waters, and Merlin responded, adjusting his lips to Arthur’s, opening them slightly to his touch. Arthur put his hand on Merlin’s shoulder and that was it, they were off in a frantic clash of lips and tongue and teeth.

“Arthur, I, “ Merlin gasped for air. “I don’t know if we should..You’re my boss...”

“Shut up, Merlin,” Arthur growled before closing his mouth on his again. “Obviously, you’re quitting and I’m setting you up in your own studio.” He curled a hand around Merlin’s hip possessively. “Talent like yours needs space to grow and flourish. How does being a kept man sound?” He pushed his crotch into Merlin’s for emphasis, pleased to feel that Merlin was just as aroused as him.

“Delightful. I think you should be my first subject. A full nude sounds like a good place to start, don’t you think?” Merlin started to loosen Arthur’s tie and unbutton his shirt.

“Definitely.”

Aww, this whole thing was totally adorable. Steve being so nervous and Danny's family being all accepting. Sweet!

I'm glad you liked it! And YAY for all the Steve/Danny love! Friend away :D

Thanks :)

Haaaaaaaa, that's AWESOME. Very very "them". ♥♥♥

Thank you!

Dannyyyyyyyy, you have such a way with words! That, or you just use a LOT of them until the other party is so discombobulated that they do whatever you want. XD

Rambling-&-seductive!Danny is awesome! ♥ Thank you.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE *claps happily* It's like one of those super cute romantic comedies squished down into something bite-sized. I giggled so many times. :D

I love it! ♥♥♥ Thank you (again)!

So maybe Hardison should have known the shopping trip would be a bust. Parker is Parker, but she's also a girl - what girl doesn't like to shop?

Parker. Of course. He should have known. Her eyes skim over every shelf of souvenirs; she barely glances at the local artwork. Hardison buys her a t-shirt and he catches her using it as a gun rag a week later.

So they try taking a couple of tours. Parker hates the tour guides. They keep telling her she can't go here, she can't do that (of course she can't - places have rules, but Parker don't like hearing it and when does she follow rules anyway?) And she threatens two of them before Hardison gives up. He finds out Parker's been pick-pocketing all of the other tourists on the tours and makes her turn the wallets and jewelry in at the visitor's center, then they're both frustrated.

By the end of the trip, Hardison's decided to content himself with the fact that Parker seems at least to enjoy the picture-taking aspect of normal touristry. She's been snapping away ever since he put a camera in her hands.

When they get back to the States Hardison realizes he probably should have known better about that too. He gets the disposables Parker used developed at a photo lab and thrusts the prints at her as soon as he walks into Nates.

"What are these?" he asks.

Parker glances at the photos.

"Oh! The pictures we took in Tokyo! Cool. Do you like them."

No. No, he did not like them. With the exception of the few pictures Hardison asked her to take... Parker had shot nothing but surveillance photos of banks and museums.

Nate looks over Hardison's shoulder at the pictures and raises a brow. Eliot smirks. But he's just still bitter that he couldn't go too. Something about the Yakuza and a panda cub.

Sophie says, "Parker, you took pictures?"

Parker smiles. "Yeah! Turns out tourism is a lot like casing a joint, but you can't steal anything while you're there and nobody suspects you of anything when you stare too long. It's weird, but it's kind of fun."

Hardison supposes he should just be happy with what he gets.

But he has higher hopes for Disneyland.

SPN -- any angel -- God's been on vacation a long time. The home office needs to track him down.

The sun was just setting, and the soft breeze held the promise of just the kind of crisp autumn night that Mary loved. The air smelled of frost, and grass, and apples, though the salty sea scent still clung to her hair and dress. Emil’s hand was on the small of her back, and they both tread heavily down the path towards their home, still getting used to the disorienting sensation of a ground that didn’t move beneath their feet.

Had there been any passersby to watch the happy couple as they returned home, they would have thought it a very sweet sight indeed. Many hours spent under the sun had darkened Emil’s skin and lightened his hair, and Mary had a glow of robust good health that was very nice to see in a young woman. There was talk and laughter; one would begin a fragment of one of the nautical songs they both loved, and the other would continue or try to get the other off coarse with a different tune entirely. This game continued until they both reached home, and Mary was the victor, for by the time that they opened the door they were singing her favorite song in unison.

They had a small wooden house where the flowers grew wild in the garden, for most of the time nobody was about to tend them. It was dusty now, having been left alone for several empty months. As Emil’s eyes adjusted to the darkness within he could see their shelves, sparse with a few books and several treasures picked up on their many journeys.

A much sweeter sight was Mary’s lithe form, moving about the room.

“It’s good to be home,” she said, a bit dreamily before breaking into a wry smile. “Particularly since it’s only for a week.”

Emil laughed at that. “Good trick that I don’t have a landlubber for a wife,” he said, kissing her cheek.

“Or I one for a husband! Truly, though, I am glad to be here just now. This place feels like it’s ours, for all that we’re never here, and Aunt Jo’s cooking will be a welcome change from dry bread and salt meat.”

“You’ll have to tell her that. The rest still say it’s notoriously bad.”

“Well,” said Mary, “What do you say we let some air in, then run down to see her?”

“Won’t have to. Here comes Josie running down the path now. She’ll be here by the time we throw open the hatches.”

With that he opened the front window, and called a cheerful hello to his cousin, as she came bounding towards their door.

;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;

They passed a very cheerful five days, before Emil received a telegram saying that he would be expected to set sail early the next day at four o’clock sharp. It was good that they were allotted as much time as that, for it was the day that Nat was scheduled to wed Daisy. The wedding started at nine o’clock in the morning, and that would leave them plenty of time, provided Mary and Emil stowed away their trunk somewhere near the chapel.

Parting, as ever, was bittersweet. Emil had a handshake for all of the men, and a hug for his father, and for Nat who very much deserved one given the occasion.

“Please do be careful, for our sakes,” kind-hearted Daisy whispered in Mary’s ear. The other girl’s concern caught Mary off-guard, for who else but Daisy would be so concerned for others on a day meant to be devoted to her especial happiness?

“Such a family and a home you have!” Said Mary, as she and Emil walked towards the dock. Her own family had always consisted solely of her mother and father, and she’d spent her youth too much at sea to put down strong roots such as Emil had. It baffled her at times how one such as him could leave it all behind time and time again for the sailor’s life, though she loved it every bit as much as he did.

“I will miss them,” Emil admitted, “always do, but I’m always finding little reminders of them on the way. As for home, I bring it with me. It’s wherever you are, after all.”

Overcome by this little speech, Mary took his hand in hers and squeezed it tight, and they set off together for their next adventure.

You know, this was supposed to be relaxing. The sun, the sand, the surf, the drinks in coconuts with umbrellas, the works. And yeah, it all worked out pretty well, until an eyeball plopped into my drink and someone tried to rip my head off my shoulders.

I shoulda taken my shotgun along. Luckily the beach umbrella was real sharp. And those shells weren't bad for slowing the Deadites down if you threw them hard enough. Not to mention those drinks burned really well once you doused someone in a keg or two and gave them a kick into the barbeque pit.

So, still a pretty good vacation. But I'm stopping off at S-Mart on the way to the beach tomorrow for a little more than just sunblock.

Thanks!

Hee, great, I'm glad you liked it. Your icon is adorable. Is it Dean and Castiel?

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