Day 69: In Which They Camp Indoors

"It's open!" she heard her neighbor shouting from inside.

"You really shouldn't let your door unlocked, Jack. It's very unsafe," Elsa stated, cleaning her hands before locking the door.

When she turned around, she found out that a tent had been put up in the middle of his living room. Jack stood next to it, tying a linen edge to the ceiling lamp.

"You're right, you never know what kind of crazy person could walk in," he mocked, rolling his eyes. "Here, come hold this for me."

She obeyed him as he stretched the sheet over the couch and secured it in place.

"How long have you been working on this?" Elsa asked as her hands were freed.

"I had a pretty workless afternoon," he answered with a shrug. He held the entrance open for her and bowed. "Ladies first."

Glowering at him, Elsa kneeled down to enter the makeshift shelter. Jack had put his mattress on the floor and pillows covered all the corners of the tent. An absurd stack of snacks stood piled up high, and he had even snuck his old guitar inside. The cats also explored the unknown interior, Ashley playing with a piece of string that Elsa somehow recognized—she then realized that he had used the yarn she had bought him to tie the sheets together. That made her huff.

"What do you think?" Jack asked as he joined her.

"It's definitely something."

"Can't you just say that it's awesome?" Jack grumbled with a scowl.

He turned on a flashlight and put it inside a contraption with a colander on top. Immediately, there were hundreds of little stars dancing around them, and the cats went wild trying to catch the spots of light on the walls.

"Children! Knock it off!"

Elsa chuckled as she watched Jack wrestling his pets.

"I admit, this is pretty nice," she said, picking the smaller one and putting it on her lap.

"Glad you think that, because we're sleeping here tonight."

She blinked, unsure if she had heard him correctly. "... Why?"

"We're having a living-room camp out."

"There's a perfectly comfortable bed one door from here."

He snorted. "Where's your spirit of adventure, woman?"

"I don't have one."

"You disgrace me, Elsa."

"I'm fine with that."

"Come on, It'll be fun!" he said, leaning forward with his hands on her hips.

She crossed her arms. "I believe we have very different concepts of fun, Jack."

"Are you seriously gonna let all my hard work go to waste like that?" He pouted.

Elsa sighed, pushing his face away. "The sacrifices I make for you."

Chuckling with satisfaction, he turned his back to her and got to preparing something she couldn't quite see.

"Here, for our first round of fun," he said, offering her a glass with a milky brown liquid inside.

"What's this?" she asked, frowning at the floating mini marshmallow with suspicion.

"S'mores shot."

"Smells like freshman year."

He looked at her with an arched eyebrow. "Oh, does it now?"

She rolled her eyes and clanked her glass with his. "Cheers."

It also tasted like freshman year, she found out. Sweet, cheap, and with some final notes of regret.

"Just like the real thing, right?"

"Sure…" She discreetly pushed her empty shot glass to the side. "What's next on the agenda?"

"How good are you at poker?"

She straightened up, shaking her head. "I am not playing poker with you."

"What about strip poker?"

"... Why do you think that would convince me?"


Prompt by vnfirwg: pillow fort.

Accidental, but it's Day 69, so you know what happened next... That being said, I bid you all adieu.