Much like everyone else, Erik ends up disappearing into his room to get out of his clothes; glad for it, really. He set his clothes out on his bed, though his boxers stay on the floor, next to his socks, with his shoes just a little ways away. He gets some swimming trunks out, and slips into them,tying the string in front firmly. The swimming trunks were black, but had red, orange, and yellow flames along the bottom of it.<br/><br/>His next stop was the kitchen, where he'd toss out the can of coke and empty jerky packet from the snacking in the living room; also to gather the ground burger and hot dogs. Bare chested, and showing off his wiry muscles, he casually investigated around the patio and pool until he found the grill. Commandeering a nearby table, he'd put the still packaged meat there, and then turn his attention to fiddling with it.<br/><br/>Gas grill. Nifty. Much better than a charcoal one, considering those needed about a half hour to warm up before you could even cook on them. So he gets that going, and while it takes five minutes or so to warm up, he just meanders around the pool, waiting for the others. Definitely looking forward to seeing the babes in bikinis.