Welcome to Gaia! ::

It was hot on the island again. Had been for a little over a month now, but up to this point the inhabitants had been dealing with one crazy event after enough. There had been the mission to save Dwight--bugs and fun in the Sahara, followed by a big ole helping of fresh nightmares. Then they'd all woken up as teenagers with no memories of what they were and how they'd gotten there. That one had been interesting. Zeke had been relieved when they'd all returned to normal. Well, most of them, anyways.

Things were pretty much all back to normal, including his schedule at the infirmary, so this was the first he'd been able to enjoy a bit of free time where he hadn't immediately crawled into bed to catch up on lost sleep.

So he was going to spend it in the most enjoyable way he knew how.

A pair of red solo cups in one hand, a pitcher of margarita mix and ice in the other, Zeke shouldered his way out the door to the dorm rooftop. Humming 'Margaritaville' jovially under his breath as he made his way over to the lovely redhead.

He wasn't surprised to find her sleeping. It was gorgeous out, and she looked mighty comfortable on the quilt she'd laid out for her sunbathing. It had him grinning as he set the pitcher and cups down on the roof beside her, freeing up his hands so he could tuck ginger curls behind an ear as he knelt down beside her.

"You punchin out on me, Angelfish?" He chuckled, leaning over her so he could brush his lips over her forehead, then her lips in the ghost of a kiss. "Wake up, gorgeous. It's happy hour."