Camping (locked to Joe, backdated to Sept 29th)

[echolls_cursed]

Seeing as how he and Neil had been fighting about damn near everything all week, Logan had been more than a little eager to go camping with Joe by the time Saturday morning rolled around. So eager, in fact, that he'd already been to the compound to find a sleeping bag in the clothes box (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle themed no less), and had packed his make-shift bag before Joe had even come to find him.

For once Logan was ahead of the game, knocking on Joe's door to see if he was ready.

God, he'd never thought he'd be so eager to stare at trees for nearly forty-something hours.

"Hey, you ready?" he asked, knocking once and then pushing the door open a crack. "I grabbed some food for us to take or whatever... so, uh, I'm ready to go when you are man."

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[jdick.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like an awful lot of work for no fucking pay off," Joe decided. "I already know I can kick everyone's ass."

[echolls-cursed.livejournal.com]

"Maybe the pay off is having people like me and Dale get to watch you kick ass," Logan replied.

[jdick.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you think he'd be impressed by that?" Joe asked with a grin, turning his head over to look at Logan. "You think it'd make him hot?"

[echolls-cursed.livejournal.com]

"Well I know it makes me hot..." Logan teased, biting back a laugh and flashing Joe a mock-flirtatious look.

[jdick.livejournal.com]

"Fuck off," Joe said with a snort of laughter, reaching over to swat at Logan absently. "Your husband makes you hot."

[echolls-cursed.livejournal.com]

"As does chili powder and Elizabeth Berkley, pre-Showgirls," Logan smirked.

[jdick.livejournal.com]

"And Eostre, apparently," Joe added with a wide grin, smacking Logan's chest again. "You fucking pervert."

[echolls-cursed.livejournal.com]

"Sexual deviancies just keep life interesting," Logan replied.

[jdick.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? Where'd you learn that?" Joe asked, still smirking faintly, looking more amused than anything by the whole thing.

[echolls-cursed.livejournal.com]

"Ninth grade gym class?" Logan replied.

[jdick.livejournal.com]

"That the sort of shit they teach you in school these days?" Joe asked. "Good thing there's no school here. Not like that, anyway."

[echolls-cursed.livejournal.com]

"You kidding? That is exactly what this island needs, man," Logan laughed.

[jdick.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? You should offer to be the gym teacher, then," Joe pointed out with a smirk. "Bet you'd do that shit better than anyone else here."

[echolls-cursed.livejournal.com]

Logan just gave Joe a look and shook his head.

"Yeah, that'll happen."

[jdick.livejournal.com]

"You don't wanna pervert the minds of all the kids on the island, man?" Joe asked. "I'm fucking disappointed is what I am."

[echolls-cursed.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, sorry pops," Logan snorted. "I'll just never be as hardcore as you."

[jdick.livejournal.com]

"Not if you call me shit like 'pops'," Joe agreed with a snort of laughter, relaxing back against his sleeping bag again. "That's fucked up."

[echolls-cursed.livejournal.com]

"Thought you liked playing house," Logan replied.

[jdick.livejournal.com]

"Don't like hearing 'pops'. Makes me feel old," Joe pointed out, still grinning faintly.

[echolls-cursed.livejournal.com]

"You are old. Ancient," Logan smirked. "Old. Old... old."

[jdick.livejournal.com]

"Just wait until you're fucking old, I'm gonna pull this shit with you," Joe insisted, his eyes closing as he relaxed. "Call you old. Laugh when you break a hip."

[echolls-cursed.livejournal.com]

Logan just laughed even more, obviously amused by the whole idea of actually getting to age. He'd always kind of figured he was the die-young type.

[jdick.livejournal.com]

"Just you fucking wait," Joe said again. "Of course, when you're old enough to break a hip, I'll be fucking ancient."

[echolls-cursed.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I'll make it to an age where I'll be breaking hips. I don't think I was really built to last, you know?" Logan said honestly, deciding that the whole point of their trip was to talk about stuff they wouldn't usually talk about.

[jdick.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I used to think the same thing, too," Joe admitted. And yet here he was, coming up on his thirty-seventh birthday. "How come you think that?"