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[color=dad236]Location:[/color] En Route
[color=f2e6d9]Interacting with:[/color] A cute boy

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[indent]Now, for ten weeks, Ty might not get to hang out with his besties, and for ten long weeks, Ty might be mostly sexless, for ten long weeks he wouldn’t see his beautiful daughters, and maybe he’d have to spend ten long weeks making sure Melody didn’t riggity wreck herself… [i]BUT[/i], for ten wonderful weeks, he’d get to experience the wonderful scenery and even venture into the great wide open, for ten wonderful weeks he’d enjoy the companionship of the people around him, and for ten long weeks he’d chill out and eat Bugles.

See, Bartimaeus Locke, Head Ace of Spades, the heart and soul of the Elite, and the kid who turned his life around and found it in him to forgive Isabel for slashing his fucking tires and smashing the goddamn windshield, had the foresight to pack snacks. Ten weeks worth of snacks. Due to a common use of weed, Ty often had the munchies. This meant he needed a lot of snacks. And a lot of space for snacks. [color=dad326][i]No, Melody, you don’t need fourteen pairs of shoes, twenty six summer dresses, and twelve different bikinis.[/i][/color] [color=2e8b57][i]YES I DO.[/i][/color] [color=dad326][i]Bitch, I need [b]snack space[/b]. Look, I gotta store my snacks and you’re gonna eat ‘em anyway! HOW OFTEN ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO WEAR THOSE SHOES?![/i][/color]

It had been a long fought battle, but eventually, Melody had yielded. And so, the closet in the King of Spades cabin in Aces High was Ty’s snack haven, with a few of Melody’s favorite noms added for good measure. They’d been here, like, what? Three hours? Once the kids had arrived, and started wandering about, Ty had decided that he was most needed at the cabin, where he would spend his nights. He was hungry!

He’d just started tearing into a bag of delicious, delectable, unexplainably tasty ranch Bugles before his radio had rung. First, it was Kylie, screaming about coming or something (and Belle had made a hilarious quip about how Troy worked fast — go Belle, you rock), then Troy! Which was a surprise, because Ty had honestly assumed that Troy would spend the entire trip with the radio shut off so he didn’t have to interact with anyone. This was a pleasant surprise! So, when Troy had said that he wanted Ty to run him over some flowers, Ty had been happy to oblige.

Now nearly to the triad of Clubs cabins, Ty spoke on the radio again. In a drawn out tone, akin to that of the stereotypical airplane pilot, Ty spoke into the walkie-talkie, [color=dad236][b]“This is, uh, LT Nighthawk. I’m, uh, closing in your position, Red Dragon. I have the care, uh, package en route. Over.”[/b][/color]

The response was quick and just as annoyed and furious as Ty expected. [color=3545c4][b]“I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME THAT!”[/b][/color]

As he continued his stroll, Ty was laughing, but composed himself before replying. [color=dad236][b]“What’s that Red Dragon? You’re, uh, breaking up. Think the connection might be, uh, damaged. Over.”[/b][/color]

[color=3545c4][b]“I’m gonna ram my fist into your stomach and break your goddamn spine!”[/b][/color]

[color=dad236][b]“You’re still, uh, cutting out, Red Dragon. Try saying over when you’re done talking. Over.”[/b][/color]

[color=3545c4][b]“I FUCKING HATE YOU! OVER!”[/b][/color]

[color=dad236][b]“Rodger dodger, ten-four on that, Red Dragon. We are, uh, receiving you loud and clear now. I’ve, uh, got sight on the target. Think I see a few, uh, bogeys, en route to your position. One, uh, appears to be carrying a box. May be a bomb, may be some, uh, donuts. I’ll intercept. Night Hawk over and out. Over.”[/b][/color]

Meanwhile, in his own cabin, with Jude still awkwardly sitting on the bed, Troy had shut off the radio and was now furiously kicking the hanging bag. Good idea, Troy. Hit the bag so you don’t hit the Ty.

Now, back to the good part: Bartimaeus Locke, LT Nighthawk.

Ty was losing his fucking shit laughing as he headed up the trail toward the Clubs cabins, with his pack on his back and the walkie-talkie now strapped firmly back to his belt. The whole call sign thing was the greatest idea he’d ever had, he decided. Whether or not Ash liked the walkie-talkies, they were coming home with him. Now, though, Ty slightly adjusted his trajectory and headed toward the girl with the donut bomb, or (hopefully) the bomb donuts. Could go either way.

Evangeline did not have enough hands or coordination for all of the things she was trying to carry. Precariously balancing a box of donuts waitress style on her right hand and pulling her suitcase behind her with her left hand proved to be a particularly arduous journey on the unstable “path”. Said path was riddled with tree roots and critter holes, plenty of places to lose your footing and lamentably drop an entire box of sweet sugary goodness, if your weren’t careful.

Taking a moment to look up from her calculated footsteps, Eva noticed that she wasn’t alone on the trail to her cabin. A brown-haired, blue-eyed male was approaching her with quite a determined look in his eye. He wasn’t wearing a counselor shirt, so she assumed that he was just a fellow camper. The punkish girl smiled in greeting after blowing a pesky strand of light blonde hair out of her eyes. [color=f2e6d9][b]“Hi there! I’m Eva - are you in clubs too?”[/b][/color]

[color=dad236][b]“Huh? Uh, yeah, sure whatever. Yo, lemme get those donuts for you, ya look like you’re gonna drop ‘em all over the gotdamn place and then ain’t nobody gonna enjoy a donut, goddammit. Wait, ain’t I got the shirt on? Yeah, dude. It says Ace o Spades. You know how it go, man,”[/b][/color] As he spoke, Ty reached out and obtained the box of donuts, taking it from its perilous position in her arms, and into the safer, more secure, more stable position of [i]his[/i] arms. [color=dad236][b]“If you like to gamble, I tell you I’m your man, you win some lose some it’s all a game to me! Something, something, something the only card I need is the Ace of Spades! Nobody can understand what that man was singin’. It’s all good, though, yo. I’m the counselor for the King of Spades. yo. Where you at?”[/b][/color]

Eva laughed at his rendition of the song, he was charming. [color=f2e6d9][b]“Yes, I am familiar with Motorhead.”[/b][/color] With the box out of her hands, she was able to walk with ease. [color=f2e6d9][b]“Thanks for taking that, by the way. You can eat one! I was tempted to eliminate them myself before even reaching the cabin.”[/b][/color] She laughed again, but it was obvious that it wasn’t just a joke. The girl could easily put down half a dozen without blinking… she’d just feel guilty about it afterwards.

[color=f2e6d9][b]“Oh, you’re a counselor! I’m in clubs. Queens, I think. Do you know my counselors well? Any juicy dirt to share?”[/b][/color] Eva smirked up at him. This wasn’t her first time at a summer camp, there were always funny, embarrassing stories that spread around about the counselors. That was half the fun of staying in such close quarters with people for weeks on end, you really go to know them. [i]Really.[/i] Even more than you might want to in some cases.

[color=dad236][b]“Queens, huh? Queeeeennnsss? Of Clubs? Ain’t no dirt to share, really. Jayce is a farmboy, or at least he used to be, not so much no more, and Remy works with me at a pizzeria, Captain Cuddles’s Pizzeria named after what one of my girlfriends calls me, that’s Captain Cuddles. You, yo, you can call me LT Nighthawk. Or, Ty. Name’s Bartimaeus, but I don’t think anyone calls me that… So, it’s Ty, dig? I know all the counselors pretty well, though, we’re tight. I’m the glue of the foundation that is the homies.”[/b][/color] While speaking, Ty popped open the box of donuts and perused the wares. [color=dad236][b]“I got a suggestion. You and I eat all these donuts before Troy sees them, dig?”[/b][/color]

[color=f2e6d9][b]“Hmm… a tempting proposition. But I planned on using them as a dirty tactic to win friends early on. I’m resourceful.”[/b][/color] Eva beamed another friendly grin, proving that she really didn’t need the extra help in being social. That being said, everyone likes donuts, so having them certainly didn’t hinder her goals. [color=f2e6d9][b]“Who’s Troy? Is he cute? … maybe I want him to get one.”[/b][/color]

Hmm, Ty had to make a decision here. Did he want Troy to get it in with the kid? Sure, fuck it. [color=dad236][b]“Troy is probably the most conventionally attractive person here? ‘Cept for maybe Connor, but definitely in the Spades and the Clubs cabins. He’s jacked and he’s open to having sex. He’s got a charming smile and a bit of a rough personality but if you can dig past that, you’ll love him — always happens. Just checking, but you’re of age, yeah? Just wanna make sure I’m not encouraging statutory rape.”[/b][/color]

The petite blonde raised an intrigued eyebrow when Ty described both Troy and some other dude as more attractive than even himself. Did he not realize that he was more than just “conventionally attractive”. Either he was mocking her curiosity, or he was telling the truth. And if he was telling the truth, then [i]damn[/i], Eva was in for one helluva summer. Instead of directly answering his question, Eva teased Ty. [color=f2e6d9][b]“Well, you speak so highly of him... You sure you aren’t looking to bang him? Wouldn’t want to step on any toes,”[/b][/color] she said in a lighthearted tone.

[color=dad236][b]“Trust me, I only speak so highly of him cuz it’s true, yo. Troy’s hot, dude. Iron corded muscles, bad boy look full force, all that good stuff. I ain’t wanna fuck him, but he’s the best man I ever met, so I put in the good word for him cuz if I don’t, who will? Trust me, Troy owns and you should go for it if you get the chance. Trust.”[/b][/color] Ty said, and shot a wink her way after he spoke his words, then smiled, before selecting his donut: one that happened to be covered in fruity pebbles.

The wink threw her a little bit more than expected, and there was a moment of silence. She didn’t blush or go wide-eyed like most shy folks would, but this was the Evangeline equivalent. [color=f2e6d9][b]“Noted, thanks for the tip.”[/b][/color] Out of the corner of her eye, Eva observed the selection Ty made of the treats. You could tell a lot about a person based on what donut they pick! At least, it was fun to pretend you could. Fruity pebbles seemed perfectly fitting of Ty’s personality, at least what she had experienced of it thus far. Colorful and sweet.

[color=f2e6d9][b]“Good.”[/b][/color] she said with a quick nod at his choice and then promptly took the box back. They had arrived at her destination now, so she didn’t need the extra help. She didn’t really need it in the first place, but it was still a kind gesture - albeit most likely a selfish one on Ty’s part, as he took a donut tax upon carrying them. [color=f2e6d9][b]“Thanks for walking with me, and chatting.”[/b][/color] Eva smiled warmly as she stood in front of the door to the Queen of Clubs cabin.

As she prepared to walk away from him, Ty stared longingly at the girl — and her donuts, but Ty was pretty good at keeping his eyes on the prize, in this case, he held eye contact with the younger woman. [color=dad236][b]“Awww, babe. Should give me another donut to remember you by! Who knows when we’ll hook up next!?”[/b][/color] The charming smile flew back onto his lips, replacing the pout that had grown on his face while he was staring at her. And then, another wink. It’d worked well before, and Ty was able to pick up on things like that pretty easily.

That little, handsome devil. Eva’s lips turned up in a smirk, betraying that she would probably be unable to refuse him. [color=f2e6d9][b]“I don’t know, from what you’ve told me it sounds like I’ve got plenty of [i]friends[/i] to make with these.”[/b][/color] When he winked again, Evangeline rolled her eyes playfully and caved. [color=f2e6d9][b]“Fiiine,”[/b][/color] she said, opening the box to him again, trying to predict his next choice.

Winning, dude. Since day one. Never lose a battle. Utilize that charm. Take advantage of everyone with food. Never miss a chance to eat, sleep, or use the bathroom. This right here? This was a chance to eat. Ty looked up and down the donuts carefully, before selecting a plain glazed donut. [color=dad236][b]“Much love, thanks. I gotta go deliver a care package to Troy now. Think of me. Or don’t. Hopefully, do, and save more snacks. I’ll see ya around, remember. I’ll be the guy in the various dope t-shirts and not the boring ‘this is what suit I’m in’ t-shirt.”[/b][/color]

[color=f2e6d9][b]“Wouldn’t expect anything less. See you around, LT Nighthawk.”[/b][/color] Eva said before shouldering the door to her cabin open and stepping inside. So far, it seemed like she’d made a pretty good choice in selecting this summer’s activities. She looked forward to meeting her roommates and other counselors. Remembering how she read that a lot of the counselors were from LA — where she would be attending school in the fall — she wondered if Ty was among them. Eva hoped he was.[/indent]