Beaches + good booze + no paparazzi = happy Carson. He'd packed so fast, Alice had asked if he'd had the bag ready in case he needed to flee the country or something. Which wasn't a stretch, to be honest, but he was just ridiculously excited to be his old self and not worry about responsibilities for a while. The lake wasn't actually one he'd visited yet, but the water was gorgeous and there was a rope swing--basically perfection embodied.
"A hundred bucks to anyone who can swing out further than my cannon ball!" He hollered as he ran to the swing. Carson was a lot of talk about most things, but he took rope swinging very seriously. He launched himself over the water, gripping the rope tightly and releasing at just the right moment. He hit the lake with a gigantic boom, and came up laughing like a five year old.















