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campfire meme;

THE CAMPFIRE MEME

-Okay so you're sitting around a sweet-ass bonfire in the countryside
-or on a beach
-or under the fucking water for all I care, fuck science, it's your choice
-There's probably like, s'more making or hotdog roasting too, who the fuck cares
-And cheesy sing-a-long songs
-And possibly even underwear burning or like throwing random things into the fire
-Or even dancing naked around it like the satanic witches you are.
-Since y'all are suckers for romance the bonfire is pretty fucking romantic
-It can also be pretty fucking platonic because let's face it sometimes you want to do shit with friends
-Just roll with the scenario, have fun, and enjoy the fucking bonfire because it really looks fucking awesome!

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Wash shifts and holds his arms steady. If there was one thing he was used to by now it was needles. "I meant our people. I am not exactly looking forward to being stuck out here."

Then he glances down at the blood. "And I guess I need a new change of clothes hm?" He tries to joke but laughing hurts too much so instead he groans.

Once North had sterilized the skin, he slid a vial of morphine into an injection gun and slid the needle smoothly into Wash's arm. "I'm sure they will, we just want then to find use before the Innies is all. Because I dunno about you but this isn't a planet I have any interest in spending the rest of my days on." North said with a smile and pulled the needle out smoothly so that he could press a wadded up piece of gauze the site before it could start to bleed.

"Hold that there while I get some tape." He instructed while reaching for the medical tape inside the med-kit. "I'd definitely say your undersuit is toast but I'll bet they can patch up your armor good as new when we get back to the ship. Besides, in a few minutes, I doubt you'll even care." Because Wash was going to be high as a kite which was exactly what North wanted before they went about trying to extract that huge piece of shrapnel from his side.

Which is exactly where Wash is about a minute later. He almost purrs as he reaches out to place a hand on North's thigh. There is a blissful little smile on his face as he shifts, stretching so North can get to work. He's been patched up before, and he has a vauge idea of what will make it easier for the other Freelancer even through the fog of the drug.

"This is damned good. Best fucking high I've had in a while." He mutters and glances up at North. "You're pretty."

North blinked in surprise when Wash reached out to touch his thigh and it was readily apparent from the blissed out look on the younger man's face that the pain meds had kicked in.

He picked up some surgical tweezers held in a sterilized plastic pouch so that he could grasp the edges of the shrapnel. At being called pretty, a quiet laugh escaped the blond man and the corners of his eyes crinkled up in an amused look. "You are so high you're approaching the stratosphere, Wash." He teased gently and started to work the jagged metal out of Wash's side. "Just keep your eyes on me, hmmn?"

North didn't want Wash twisting around to look at the wound site as he extracted the large piece of metal from his friend's side.

"Like I wasn't already, North." Wash grins and then makes a face. "Ngh.. I can feel that, not pain, just pressure." He groans and lies back down, still watching North.

"This is going to fuck up everything. I had planned a tattoo for my side, can't do it now with a fucking scar in the way."

"Sorry, buddy, but we gotta do this." The blond man grimaced guiltily and continued to pull at that wickedly sharp looking piece of metal. Blood was already trickling down the side of Wash's ribs and North tried to catch it with some gauze pads before it could leak inside of his undersuit.

"Just work it into the design. I'm sure you can come up with something suitably bad ass to explain the story behind the scar. Depending on how it looks, the texture could even work in your favor."

"Shut down in a pelican does sound pretty bad ass, that is true." He tries to laugh, but that only makes more blood trickle down his side. "Going to need stitches?"

"It does though unfortunately, our non-disclosure agreement prevents us from talking about anything that happens in the Project so you'll have to be creative on how you spin it. But you were in the military before you got tapped for Freelancer, right? " North and his sister had been and it seemed as though a lot of their fellow Agents came from some kind of military background so it was a totally valid assumption. With one last strong pull, the shrapnel was yanked out of the wound and North hastily slapped some gauze on top of it and began to put pressure on the wound to control the bleeding. "It would probably be a good idea. Or we can try the biofoam?"

"Yeah. Army Corporal. I thought we all were former military." Then he shifts to look up at the blond man. "How good are you with a needle? If not the biofoam."

"I dunno if Carolina was and you know how secretive some of the others can be." He mused quietly while holding pressure on the wound. North reached over into the medkit for a suture kit and pulled it out. "I can try? I make no promises about neatness or it looking pretty."

"I didn't expect you too, but it is better than the damn foam.. I owe you big time North." He muttered and tries to look at North's hands working.

"It definitely is better than the foam. And you know what they say, girls dig scars. Or other guys if that's more your thing." North teased him gently while extracting the wicked looking curved needle from the sterile baggie. It already had the black nylon suture already tied into place and it lightly fluttered in the breeze which just reminded North all over again that this was not the place to be performing surgery. But what other choice did they have?

"Lucky for you, I accept payment in the form of beers and traded work details so paying me back won't be a problem. Now I need you to hold still or this is going to be crooked as hell and it'll look like that one time South tried to darn her socks back in basic. Which, lemme tell you, did not work out so well for the socks."

"I can handle that as payment as long as I don't have to babysit your sister. Last time she ended up taking me to a strip club...which I wasn't supposed to tell you. Oops"

That had one blond brow shooting up in a mildly disbelieving look though North was hardly shocked. His sister had always had more...colorful tastes. "Far be it for me to dictate what South does on her off time. You're lucky she didn't chew you up and spit you out though."

He peeled the now blood soaked bandage away and let it fall to the ground so that he could concentrate on trying to line up the ragged edges of the wound so he could sew it back up. "I dunno how this is going to work it's pretty chewed up."

"She wouldn't do that, she knows I like you." He tries to twist to look. "Need some help?"

"It's not me you gotta worry about, it's yourself." He was too nice of a brother to admit out loud that if you looked up 'Maneater' in the dictionary, you'd probably find a picture of his sister in there. Not that South was exactly choosy about which gender she pursued. Still, Wash was probably lucky he'd gotten a drunk and horny South in and out of stripclub without something untoward happening to him.

When Washington tried to twist around to look at the wound, he just ended up pulling the ragged pieces right back apart, thus ruining North's hard work. "It's alright, I got it. Just lay down and stay still."

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Sorry came back from vacation and RL stomped me. >.<

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