**I know I messed up the chapter-splitting on this, but this was the way it worked best. This follows directly after the previous chapter. Sorry if it caused confusion!**
Leon finished explaining the previous events with a sigh. "See what I mean?" he asked.
Jill nodded and turned to Claire. "I'm sure Chris would be real happy to hear this story," she said.
"No he wouldn't, he'd be pissed," said Claire.
"Sarcasm."
"Oh."
Leon turned and leaned back into his chair, lowering his shades. "Well if there's any work to do now, I call dibs on staying out of it. It's Claire's turn," he said.
"Not fair!" said Claire.
Jill laughed. "Actually, it's really fair," she said. "And hey if you guys want a good laugh, you can go bother Chris while he's trying to pitch a tent without instructions."
Claire grinned. "He's using them now, I was just there," she said.
"No way! Wow, he's seconds away from having a pissing contest with that stick-man," Jill said, laughing.
Leon raised a brow. "Stick-man?" he asked.
"From the instructions manual," said Jill.
Leon grinned. "See, I wouldn't know, since I didn't use a manual," he said proudly. "It doesn't take a genius to setup a tent, trust me I did it without Claire's help."
"...Are you calling me a genius?" asked Claire.
"No I'm not," said Leon.
"Sounds like you are."
"Yeah, Leon, kind of sounds like it," said Jill.
Leon scratched his head. "Well that's not how I meant it. Anyways, what did you do since we got here, Jill?" he asked.
"Nothing," said Jill.
"Nothing at all? Nothing to contribute to the work?"
"Nope."
"And you find that fair?"
"Yep."
"How so?"
Jill walked over to the cooler, grabbed a beer, opened it, and walked back. "I figure you guys can handle it," she said.
"That doesn't seem fair," said Leon.
She took a sip of beer and sat on a chair next to Leon's. "Life's not fair, kid, just deal with it," she said.
"Completely unfair," said Claire.
Jill glanced over. "Shut up, Claire, you didn't help either," she said, grinning.
Claire shook her head. "No, I mean it's not fair that you guys get your beer-cooler and I have to drink water all weekend because nobody thought of packing sodas," she said.
Jill got up and walked over to the cooler again, but this time she grabbed the whole thing and brought it back to the chair. She set it between the two chairs, grabbed another beer, sat down, and tossed it to Claire. "You don't put soda in a beer-cooler," she said.
Leon grabbed a beer and nodded. "That's basically what I said," he said.
"Cheers to that, my friend," said Jill, holding out her beer. It connected with Leon's and they each sipped their own.
"Does the term 'illegal' mean anything to you guys?" Claire asked.
"Not while I'm on vacation," said Jill.
"But you're a cop," said Claire.
"I'm on vacation."
"...cop."
"...vacation."
"Chris would kill me...and you."
"It was his idea," Jill said with a grin, taking another sip of her beer.
"It was his idea to take a cooler full of beer on a camping trip?" asked Claire, sounding more sceptical than she wanted.
"Yes."
"...Okay, well, if it was his idea," said Claire. She opened the can and tilted it up for a sip, but before any could pour out the can was taken out of her hands.
"Nope!" said Chris, walking over to the chairs with the beer.
"Change your mind, huh?" said Jill, grinning.
Chris nodded, drinking the beer.
Claire sighed and walked to a chair next to Leon's. "I don't really care what you guys decide or argue over, but I still wish someone had brought soda," she said.
Leon looked at Chris. "Dude, we're all on vacation," he said.
"I don't care, I changed my mind," said Chris.
"It won't do anything," said Jill.
"I don't care," said Chris.
"Chris, you'll grow up to be lame, boring, and alone."
Chris looked at Jill, who was pretending not to see him, and sighed. He grabbed a beer and tossed it at Claire. His aim was off, and the can hit Leon on the side of the head.
"OW!"
"Oops. I'm so sorry."
"Wow, Chris, try sounding a little more sarcastic there," said Leon. He took the can and handed it to Claire, smiling. "I believe this is for you."
"Why, thank you sir," Claire said, returning his dorky smile with her own.
"Anytime," he said, returning to his lounging and beer.
Claire opened the can and looked to Chris, who sighed and nodded. She nodded back and took a sip.
"Just don't make a habit of it," Chris said.
"Yes, mom," said Claire.