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WHO: Sam Wilson and Commander Shepard

WHAT: she told him they never did anything nice :|

WHEN: after everyone's back at the hotel

WHERE: the pool area

NOTES: none so far!

Look, between Mad March, watching Shepard fall from the clutches of the giant bird, and getting pretty banged up fighting another monster with Jet - yeah, the end of the camping trip could have been better. He's just thankful Aziraphale was there to heal him, and he didn't end up sent off to wherever the hell others who were badly injured did.

Anyway, the point is, he's ready for some R&R. And even though it'd just been dumb banter between the two of them, and he's pretty sure that Shepard thought he was joking - well. He's setting up a candlelight dinner for them anyway.

It's not in his room, since, well. His room isn't exactly fit for the kind of atmosphere he's going, but still. The pool area is big enough that it'd been easy to find an area tucked out of the way, and it's practically deserted in the night. No one had stopped him from taking a tablecloth from the fine dining place and draping it over the outdoor table, or from lining candles all along the small edge of the pool nearby to go along with the ones on the table.

The staff hadn't let him back into the kitchen to cook, which is unfortunate. But they'd at least let him put in requests, so it's something. The bar had been much more willing to let him leave with a variety of alcohol and mixers, so hey, at least he can play bartender for a bit.

He'd asked Shepard to meet him down here at 8, and he's just finishing lighting the last of the candles when it rolls around.