Camping Trip
Lucy moaned. "This feels SO good!" she called from inside one of the showers.
"I know," Tara called back from on Lucy's right side, rubbing the shampoo into her hair. Suddenly, the water went from steaming to freezing, and she yelped. "AUGH! IT'S SO COLD!"
Lucy screamed, and Sue cried out as well from the stall on Lucy's left side. The three women finished showering in record time and stepped out, shivering and wrapped in towels.
"I'm gonna KILL them," Lucy muttered, signing along for Sue, and the blonde woman nodded. Tara had a glare on her face.
"They are SO dead."
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"Hey mate," Bobby commented to Jack, "Did you by any chance take my clothes?"
Jack shook his head. "Sorry, no." He grinned. "Maybe Tara did it."
Bobby groaned. "She has all of them!" his eyes scanned the tent, but found that all their bags were nowhere to be seen. "Uh, Jack… yours are gone too… and Leland's…"
"Oh no." Jack glanced down at his pyjama pants. "So these are all we have?"
"That's right," Bobby confirmed.
Myles groaned and stretched. "Are the words 'be' and 'quiet' in your vocabulary?" he snapped.
"Yeah, somewhere," Bobby replied absently, scratching his head and wondering what they were going to do. "We have to get them back," he muttered, "'cause we can't go walking around in our pyjamas all day."
"Any ideas, Crash?" Jack asked miserably, yawning. "I still have to get the toothpaste out of my hands." Some had transferred to his hair where he had run his fingers through it.
Bobby blew some shaving cream off his face. "No. But you gotta admit, Sparky, they're good."
"Yeah," Jack glowered in the direction of the ladies' tent. "Real good."
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"Guys!" Tara sang from inside the tent. "We're going to the beach in half an hour, are you coming?"
"Are you wearing a bikini?" Bobby yelled back.
"Maybe!"
"Then I'm there!"
"Don't forget about me!"
"And me!"
Tara's shoulders shook with laughter as she dug out her makeup bag. Lucy translated what the guys had said to Sue, who giggled, and they all got to work.