<b>Location:</b>Beach.<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Everyone at the beach.<br/><br/>Gordie laughed at Erin’s comment about being at least twenty five in beach years. He supposed he would be a much older fart by that reckoning.<b>“Now don’t go mentioning home like that, you’ll bring a tear to my eye.”</b>He joked, thinking about his home country. His family had moved down to the States about a decade ago however so it had been a while since he had been there last.<b>“My sister goes often. We’ll smuggle you past border control in our bag, little one.”</b>He grinned at Erin, before she rocked his shoulder with a punch.<br/><br/><b>“Hey now, if I ever find out you’ve been hitting me…”</b>he warned playfully to Erin with a stern finger wag. Jeez, everyone was kicking his ass now. Reeny was making good on her new protégé.<b>“I believe that. She hit me earlier, playfully I might add, and now sitting is impossible. Right Reeny?”</b>He said, switching suddenly from Erin to Irene, giving her a smile at the vague comment he just made about her. He was only teasing though, hoping to draw them all into a good chuckle if possible.<br/><br/><b>“That just sounds painful.”</b>Gordie said to Irene’s comment about how he might have potentially been born.<b>“Now I have to revoke your clearance, exposing Canadian birthing secrets like that.”</b><br/><br/>To Cammi thanking him and Irene for volunteering for her photoshooting, and Lily encouraging them, he simply shot both girls another finger gun in acknowledgement.<i>Just lemme know.</i><br/><br/><b>“Been there?”</b>He repeated Eren’s question next.<b>“I used to live there. Well, my family still does, mom and dad and my sister. It’s…something.”</b>He answered with a shrug. But that’s what he liked about America. There was variety everywhere, in the upper northwest and here in the lower southeast. Eren had added<i>too</i>at the end of his sentence, which had Gordie believing the lad had been there as well.<b>“You ever visited there?”</b>He inquired next.<br/><br/>Eren had high hopes though for the football team.<b>“I guess the two really do blend over. I believe in ya and I’ll be watching, when I ain’t getting my ass kicked on the ice. Or sands.”</b>He said with a faux dark glance shot towards Erin and Irene. It was only jokes.<b>“Sounds like a bunch of bastard coated bastards. We’ve had cheaters like that in hockey too. People who try to ding ya with their sticks or outright whack ya. Like why play sports to begin with if you’re going to act like that? Don’t worry, with this group if anyone hits you on the field, we’ll all rush out for a throw down.”</b>Gordie said to Eren with a raised fist. Ain’t nobody going to be putting the squeeze on them now.<br/><br/><b>“She knows how to play baseball.”</b>Gordie chuckled to Irene’s comment of taking the bat with them. That was a fun part about hockey. The sticks. As long as you aren’t hitting someone in the face or groin, it was all good sport. But at least in hockey everyone had a stick. In baseball, only the hitter would carry the bat. Gordie would hate to be the first base catcher. Ain’t trying to catch no swings!<br/><br/>A few of the others were going for a swim, leaving Gordie with Erin and Irene for a moment. Irene set up their own little chill area with an umbrella and they had some drinks to help further cool down in the hot sun. Anyone else was welcome to join them, after a swim or newly arriving. Gordie did join the two women, sitting on the ground despite his earlier comment about Irene’s unspecified hit making it impossible.<b>“Thank you. Cheers, y’all.”</b>He said when Irene brought them drinks and he clinked his bottle with the two girls before sipping. It was a typical beach day, at least for Gordie who did grow up on those Seattle beaches, and the Vancouver ones before it. Only this time he was old enough to enjoy some cold ass beer while lounging.<br/><br/><b>“After all that ice and you still want to be cold? You cray.”</b>Gordie commented on Irene’s cover under the umbrella.<b>“We’ll take you too next time, Erin. See how well, and how dangerous, you spin kick with knives under your shoes, as Reeny here so delicately puts it. You ever skated too? It’s a requisite for entering Canada you know.”</b><br/><br/>Cammi returned, asking if anyone wanted to play volleyball. Volleyball? Gordie leaned back again, not being too particularly skilled or fond of the sport. But if they needed even numbers, he’d join in and try his best. How bad could a face full of sand be compared to a face full of ice? Probably not too fun. He glanced at Irene, then down at her ankle, then back at her with a puzzled raise of his eyebrow.<b>"I think I drank too much beer and my depth perception is thrown off. Going to go up for a serve and end up having the ball hit my face. Who would pay money to see that?"</b>