539 words of the Bravo Family snark.

"I would love to see a follow up with the team at Disney or a mission where clay gets kidnapped."

(Review from AeroWright on Chapter 2)

Also requested by envygreen and allyhope!

Written for my Summer Prompt Challenge 2019 on Ao3.

Disney

The table was covered in empties. The waitress had switched them to a couple of pitchers after they finished the last round in under a minute.

"You should go camping in Maine - beautiful this time of year!" Everyone ignored Kairos' suggestion without a word.

Except for Sonny, "Half our job is camping and you want me to spend my vacation doing it?" Sonny's brow raised so high his eyebrows nearly disappeared under his ballcap. "You're officially crazier than I thought."

All eight members of Bravo had gathered at the bar. A week of leave was coming up and that called for a meeting of the minds.

"Still not as crazy as you." Kairos shrugged, leaning back in his chair. Jason held up his hand to silence Sonny before the argument could escalate.

"Let's review shall we." Clay cleared his throat, leaning forward in his backwards chair, and began to count off all the things Sonny had vetoed so far. "No camping, no sailing, no mountain climbing, no hiking -"

"No nature at all obviously," Trent tossed in. Sonny scowled.

"No Maine, no DC, no New York or Boston -"

Brock scoffed, "Just cross off all of New England then."

"And you only visit the south in the winter when it isn't so humid." Clay crossed his arms over the back of the chair he was sitting in, "What exactly do you want to do this summer?"

Sonny's brow scrunched up. He leaned forward on the table. He puckered his lips, held his breath, fidgeted, and generally remained quiet while being incredibly noisy.

Ray and Jason exchanged a look. Clay smirked.

"You know, I've never been to Disneyland." Clay offered, eyes on his beer bottle so as not to arouse suspicion.

Full Metal raised a brow, "How is that possible?" His arms went wide. "Everyone has been to Disneyland, it's a right of passage for all Americans!"

"Not everyone has seen Inside Out seven times." Brock quipped. Both Full Metal and Trent flipped him off.

"Seriously though Spenser?" Ray gestured forward, "Never?"

"BUD/S is literally in the same state as Disney World." Trent said with a shake of his head.

Clay shrugged, "My grandparents were not fans of television - I was catching up on 90s sitcoms and cult classics every time we had a break."

"Sometimes I forget Pretty Boy was raised in Africa by a bunch of old folks." Sonny grinned. Clay narrowed his eyes. " 'scuse me. Missionaries."

"Cult!" Brock coughed into his arm. "Cult!"

Clay smacked his arm, "They were Baptist." Bravo all took a drink, lips quirked up. "Shut up…" Clay pouted, slumping over his chair.

"Alright, it's settled then, I gotta take the kid to Disneyland." Sonny slapped the table. "We'll even wrangle Davis away from her new C.O. to play tour guide for us."

Clay smirked into his beer as Sonny ruffled his hair.

"Did Sonny just volunteer to babysit all summer?" Jason looked at Ray, eyes narrowed and smile threatening.

Ray grinned, "Certainly sounded like it to me."

Sonny and Clay both frowned. "I ain't no babysitter." "I don't need a babysitter!"

The table went quiet. Sonny looked at Clay with an expectant look, "Don't need a babysitter? Blondie, you wander off more than an toddler and could find trouble in a nunnery."

"In my defense," Clay held up a finger, "If you can't find trouble in a nunnery, you're not looking hard enough."

Sonny mulled over his bottom lip, "Point, padawan, point."

"Padawan?" Clay squinted, tilted his head. The table froze.

"Good lord," Ray's head dropped into his hand.

Jason shook his head. "Make sure you take him to Galaxy's Edge, Sonny."

Brock snorted, "And maybe a blockbuster."

Okay. Clay was ready to admit it. "This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen." Clay was literally turning in circles as they walked through the entrance of Disney World.

"We haven't even gotten to the good parts yet," Mikey informed him, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Jason looked at Clay and his son with a raised brow. There was not nearly as much difference as there should have been between the 28 and 14 year olds.

"No wandering off!" Jason said with finger pointed directly at Clay. He shifted it to Mikey, "You either." He looked back at Clay, "I -will- put you on a leash."

Clay nodded, eyes still glued to their surroundings. Sonny chuckled, "I don't think he heard a word you said, boss."

"I volunteer Sonny for Spenser supervision," Brock stated, hands in his pocket. Sonny gave him a stink eye, but he kept on smiling.

Trent chuckled, "I second that." He clapped Sonny on the arm, "Don't let him fall in the lake - there's gators."

"Really?!" Clay's head snapped to attention, eyes wide and smile just a touch manic.

Sonny groaned, bopped him on the nose, "No, bad Spenser." Clay's face scrunched up and Sonny looked at Jason, "You said something 'bout a leash?"

Naima vetoed the leash, mostly cause it was already hooked to Jameelah's backpack. This lasted until just after the Flying Dumbo ride, when Clay wandered all the way into the miniature Safari by the time they found him.

"I would like to remind you all that I am 28," Clay sighed, fiddling with the velcro now circling his wrist. The only one who seemed to have any sympathy was Mikey, "You're my favorite now. Everyone else is mean."

Jameelah tugged on his arm and Clay looked down into big brown eyes, "What about me, Uncle Clay?"

"Nope!" Clay responded by picking her up and spinning. The little girl giggled profusely as Clay shifted their backs to the rest of the group, "You're exempt from all judgement, too awesome." His chin raised into air and Jameelah followed his example, a giant grin adorning her face.

She then immediately looked over Clay's shoulder to stick her tongue out at Full Metal. He placed a hand over his heart, face stretching in offense before he dropped his head onto Trent's shoulder to fake sob. Jameelah only giggled and high-fived Clay.

"Ok, Mickey ears for you it is," Clay told her, he turned to look for Mikey, "What about you?" Mikey grinned.

Jason face palmed. He glanced at Ray as Clay walked off with their kids, Mikey now holding his leash. "I feel old." Ray nodded, lips pursed as Clay helped Jameelah pick out a Minnie ears that had the appropriate amount of rainbow in it's bow.

"That's cause you're old," Naima quipped, earning snorts and chuckles from the remainder of Bravo. Kairos, at least, had the courtesy to hide his smile behind Full Metal's shoulder.

Sonny, however, had no such courtesy and was full-tilt cackling. He raised his fist to bump with Naima. She pushed his hat down his forehead.

"I have two words for you, gentlemen," Naima looked pointedly at Ray and then down at RJ, "Date. Night."

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