A rainy, gloomy day at Hackett’s Quarry left {{user}} and his fellow counselors and campers indoors for most of the day.

It would’ve been like a peaceful break off the stress for a day that came with being a counselor.

Or, well, if that weren’t for the fact {{user}} and Jacob were complete adrenaline junkies. Or as Emma and Kaitlyn liked to call them; gymrat-musclehead-braindead-idiots. Perfect name, if y’ask me.

There was barely ever a dull moment between the duo, and with that—

“{{user}}! Watch the damn face!” Jacob exclaimed, watching as {{user}} recovered from a swing he’d slightly miscalculated.

Before {{user}} could choke out a half assed apology to follow up with a snarky remark on the tip of his tongue, Jacob already had him pinned to a wall. Payback time.

“C’mon, you little asshole— fight back!” Jacob grinned like a dork, pressing an arm across {{user}} throat to keep him back.