Cas Blackwood (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wilde_cas) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} noctemrp,@ 2013-07-22 18:51:00 |
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WHAT: Camping? With teenagers? Cas is not impressed.
WHERE: Deeper in the woods
WHEN: July 22nd, later evening
WARNINGS: Who even knows with these two? TBD
Cas was the furthest thing from impressed at his current situation. When he had originally been hired by the school, he had agreed to run a three week camp, reviewing Quidditch skills, for the mid to upper years. With the Quidditch Pitch a torn up mess, and castle non-existent, flying drills and snitching had taken a back seat to simply making sure there was something to go back to in September. So, instead, he was supervising a group of bratty teens, who didn't even seem to want to camp. Not that he could blame them. He had been camping before, but that had mostly involved getting fucked up and passing out next to the fire. Other than Santana, he had gotten a fairly easy going bunch, and once he had made sure no one was going to kill anyone else, he had headed for the deeper woods with his guitar and a forty ouncer of Jack Daniels.
"You know that it would be untrue," he sang quietly, pausing to nurse from the bottle. "You know that I would be a liar... if I was to say to you, girl we couldn't get much higher..."