Camp Bonfire

Alrighty, then. Some adult themes in this people seem to like this idea so I'm gonna run with it. Once again, a big thanks to tumblr user Ladyofthetea for forcing me to write this oneshot series and helping me come up with ideas for it. Here we go!

The Mess Hall echoed with the dull roar of teenage campers sitting down for lunch. The children mingled and laughed with each other while eating the sludge that the camp had given them. Randy, Jake, and Danny had finally walked in the door and lined up to get their food when one of the councilors, a short, stocky man named Mike stood up and spoke loudly to the group.

"Okay, campers, don't make any plans for tonight because we've got a bonfire to attend. We meet at 6 pm at the Lakeside pit. Alright? The Ladies from the other side of the lake are coming and there's going to be juice and s'mores." Mike sat down and the noise of the mess hall picked up again.

Camp Amicability was centered around a large lake on the side of Mount. Green. The boy's camp was on the east side of the Lake, while the girl's camp was on the west side. Every once in a while, the two campsites would come together for some huge, camp-wide activity, and a bonfire every once in a while was one of those camp wide activities. Typical bonfires had dancing, singing out-of-tune camp songs, food, drinks, and occasionally some camper would decide to spike the drinks with booze.

Randy, Jake and Danny, of course did not know about these traditions. The three ate their lunches, looking forward to the events later in the evening.

After they had eaten, the trio walked out of the Mess Hall, ready to start their day.

"We could go paintballing…" Randy suggested. Jake and Danny thought on this for a moment before deciding that they had been shot at enough in their lives, and dismissed the idea.

"Nah, man, how 'bout we go to the Woodshop, we could make stuff for our friends." Jake tried, while Randy and Danny agreed. The three changed their course and started to climb up the hill to the Woodshop.

The Woodshop was a small shack surrounded with sawdust and the scent of mulch. Breathing masks were held in a basket by the front door. The trio slipped on their masks and grabbed some wood blocks and sat down at a messy wooden table covered with cuts from previous mishaps with saws.

Danny, who was trying to make small ghost figurines for his family, had already nearly decapitated several. Meanwhile, Jake was making dragon statuettes. Which looked more like amorphous blobs shaped similarly to lizards. Randy was making effigies of the monsters he had fought in Norrisville, which, honestly, looked more or less accurate, minus the missing limbs and occasional face.

"Ugh this is really hard, guys…" Danny complained as he dispatched the head of a ghost bear.

Jake laughed at Danny's accident "Haha, dude, how many things have you executed in the past hour? What are you? A mass murderer?"

Randy snorted and Jake chuckled while Danny rolled his eyes "Well, at least mine actually looked like something when they died. I can't even tell what yours is supposed to be, Dude." he said with a smirk. Jake narrowed his eyes at Randy who had busted out laughing.

"S-sorry, but, hehehe, What is that even? It looks like an amoeba. And you have like, 20 of them done, I didn't know you were such a fan of biology, Dude." Randy finished with a chuckle.

Jake blushed "W-well, y'know I'm not all that good with art and stuff…" Jake trailed off bashfully, which did not go unnoticed by Danny, who smirked at the exchange.

Before he was about to say something, however, a rough voice called from the door, "Alright, kids, outta the shop. Its 5:30 and you guys need to get ready for the bonfire."

The trio picked up their "finished" works and walked out of the Woodshop toward their cabin.

"The boys threw on some camp sweatshirts and grabbed their flashlights, then headed back out the door and hiked out to the Lakeside Fire Pit. The Fire Pit was a flat area in between a hill and the Lake. The Hill was covered in trees and curved around the pit and encircled the entire area. There were log benches circled around a tall flaming pile of cut wood. A speaker system was set up outside of a small shed that housed the electrical system and DJ. Off to one side was an open area where some campers were already standing together, ready to dance. Nearby the shed was a collapsible table set up stocked with drinks, marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. Campers slowly stumbled down the hill into the clearing.

As the sun began to set, the fire grew tall enough for Jake to be unable to see over it. Randy quickly ran over to the s'more table and grabbed some marshmallows for the trio to roast. Danny saved a bench by a group of loud, giggling girls. Jake walked over and sat down next to Danny.

"This bonfires gonna be off the hook!" He exclaimed happily, swinging his legs back and forth in front of him.

Danny grinned " I'm gonna have to eat like, a hundred s'mores. I gotta break my personal record, without barfing."

Jake's eyes widened "What is your record, dude?"

Danny's eyes narrowed, trying to remember "I think, like, 28, 29, somewhere in there" Jake's face crumpled into a look of disgust "Dude, that is the most disgusting-how did you even manage that?"

Danny smirked"With great difficulty and quite a few laxatives."

"Ugh, bro you are disgusting. I mean, I've heard some gross things in my time, but that takes the cake. Ugh, I'm almost barfing just thinking 'bout it…" Danny laughed at Jake's green expression and nodded at Randy as he arrived with s'more making materials in hand.

"This is so bruce, they've even got milk chocolate for the s'mores." He glanced over at Jake

"What are you so grossed out about?" he asked with a laugh. Jake blushed slightly before saying

"Danny is the king of nastiness, yo. Ask him."

Randy turned to look at Danny quizzically. " I may or may not have revealed the secret for eating 28 s'mores in one sitting…" Danny laughed out.

Randy cocked his head "Do I even want to know?" He looked over at Jake who shook his head quickly.

"Well, first you- ow!" Danny's explanation was cut off when Jake punched his arm.

"Shut up, Casper." Danny grimaced at the nickname, but chuckled at Jake's disgust. The three sat down to make their s'mores, drinking the juice, and chatting with the other campers.

It had finally gotten dark out when one of the campers had spiked the juice. Unfortunately, the first year campers, like Randy, Danny, and Jake, did not know this. Randy was already red in the face and stumbling, while Jake was slurring his words and Danny kept laughing at everything.

"Hehe-gu-guys, y-you two should totally-hehehehe" A fit of giggles erupted from Danny's mouth and he trailed off. Jake and Randy were having an arm wrestling competition. Grunting with effort, Jake's arm slowly forced Randy's arm down. Randy, in a last ditch effort to win, leaned forward and licked Jake's hand. Jake's face was red as a tomato. "Eeugh, Randy why'jeh do tha'?" Jake slurred as he pushed Randy's arm all the way down onto the bench.

"B'cause I wanned ta' win, you schoob..." Randy drawled out. Danny was having another laugh attack at this point, and was struggling to breathe.

One of the loud group of girls walked over to Randy.

"Hey, you're cute" she began "what's your name?"

Randy smiled cluelessly, "M'names Randy. Wha's yours?"

"Patty, y'know you're very cute Randy."

Jake frowned at Patty and slung his arm around Randy's shoulder "I'm Jake. Randy's friend." Randy blinked at Jake for a moment before grinning happily. Patty huffed and looked over at Danny. Her eyes widened as she looked at him. She leaned over to Randy,

"Hey, who's he? The really tall kid." Randy looked over at Danny, who had a half asleep smirk on his face. "Tha'ss Danny. We call 'im Casper." Patty stood up and tripped over to Danny "Hey, Casper" Danny blinked open his eyes and swung his head up to glance at her.

"Hmmm?" He asked sleepily

"Stand up for me. Jus' stand up." Danny looked at her and stood up. "How tall're you?"

Danny stared down at her before replying " Six foot four. Why?" Patty smiled and called over to Jake and Randy. "Hey Randy, Jake Imma climb Casper here." Randy and Jake stumbled over, Jake still hanging off of Randy.

"Wha? What'dya mean?" Randy asked, confused.

"I'm gonna climb 'im. Like a tree. Okay, now stay standing, big Guy." Patty stood up on the bench and put her arms around Danny's neck and pulled herself weakly up. She dangled from his shoulders for a few seconds before she tumbled down onto the ground with a grunt. Danny offered to help her up but she stayed laying down, looking up at the trio.

"Y'know. Jake. You're short enough that you could climb him too." Jake huffed, irritated, turned to Danny. "Stand still. M'kay?"

"Jake don-" Randy was interrupted by Danny squatting so Jake could climb on his shoulders, piggy back style. Jake's eyes widened comically when Danny stood up "Is this how ya' normally see everything, dude?"

"Uh, I guess?"

"You're really tall. I feel like I'm on top of the world or somethin'"

"I-uh, I don' know how to respond to that…" Danny trailed off and Jake opened his mouth to say something else but he was interrupted by Mike the councilor speaking through the speaker system. "Alright, Campers, that's enough fun for you. Get back to your cabins. Bonfire's over." A collective groan was heard before the crowd started to disperse. Patty got up and walked off, leaving the boys alone. Jake climbed down off of Danny and the three started walking back to their cabin, chattering the whole way.

"Hey, Jake," Randy said once they had gotten back into their cabin "How'd ya climb Danny. I wanna try it." Danny heard this and groaned from his collapsed position on his top bunk. Jake laughed and replied, "It's easy, really. Y'just hafta get 'im to help you up." Randy looked up at Danny

"Hey, bro, wanna help me out? Lemme climb you. It'll be fun." Danny groaned again and slid down the ladder. " Fine. Hop up." Randy leapt onto Danny's back, almost knocking him over. Once Randy was safely held, Danny stood up. And Randy hit his head on the ceiling.

"Owww, dude. That hurt." Jake laughed at Randy's pain. Danny heard the laughter and started to laugh too. He set Randy down and stalked back to his bunk, chuckling the whole way. "Very funny, guys. Hardee har." Randy said sarcastically, rubbing the top of his head.

"Whatever, Fluffy. I'm goin' to bed." Jake drawled. Randy rolled his eyes at the use of his camp-earned nickname. Danny grunted in agreement, and after a little while his snoring began to shake the cabin. Randy yawned and pulled on his pajamas. He crawled into his neatly made bed and fell asleep with the roar of Danny's snoring lulling him to sleep.