xxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E

xxxxxDaughter of Ares | Outift | #461f4b

"Trinity, there's always room for you," Mason assured her, which was just as well because her patience was running thin with her bullshit luck. "You're my number one girl and I wouldn't replace you, not like others do."
Was she being replaced by the others? Number one girl? It felt good but empty at the same time. She glanced to his hand coming to rest on top of hers then up at him.

Rather than give him the questionable look she had intended, she was distracted by his gaze elsewhere and Trinity followed it to Wes and Alex. "You and me, we got to look out for each other and I mean that." Trinity inhaled with a prepared pain in her chest. Mase and her had had this kind of talk before. "Andy's a good girl, we both like her and count her as a friend but if we were dying in the field of battle, she'd choose Ajax. Love of her life. Ajax would sooner let you bleed out too. No one is gonna pick us. Not your brother, Wes, Theo." Hearing it verbally brought that sting back. Her gaze washed over all those that she had grown to trust and would do as good as betray her on the battlefield, and the worse part was she couldn't argue against it. Because tonight, if some beast ambushed her and cut her open, they wouldn't save her. All too absorbed in their booze and hormones and several of other people. Who would prioritize saving a daughter of Ares?

Trinity's jaw clenched, her cold gaze resting on wolf boy as her thoughts went on auto-pilot. Images flooded her head of her wounded and those 'friendly faces' passing by and leaving her there. Trinity didn't fear death but she didn't want to die alone. “It’s a good thing I can fight for myself then, huh?” she told Mason.

"I'll always have your back."

Trinity smiled a little. “Thanks. And I'll have yours.”

Trinity was in a different world entirely that was so toxic and vivid, she was half tempted drive her knee into them and right hook them in advance. Thankfully, and of all people, Lise snapped her out of it. "Xena, my love," she was saying, leaning towards Trinity and tapped her lips with her index finger, "You got something for me?"

Trinity's eyes trailed to the bottle's neck pointing at her then back up at Lise. Of course. Why did she expect she'd get away with it? Trinity leaned into Lise and planted a firm kiss on her lips holding it there for a good few qualifying seconds before pulling away. Trinity's brows furrowed then as her own kiss, coming from a place of impatience, annoyance and some recently pent up rage, was projected on Lise's lips. “Was that okay?” she mumbled to the daughter of Athena.

If she was a horrible kisser, she'd prefer to know before she - if she ever kissed Wes again or if some other bottle decided to land on her. And Lise and her ego weren't the kinds to divert from the truth.

Trinity scooped up the bottle. “Al!” she called sharply before Kalani decided to change the rules to Lise's version of 'whoever the bottle lands on spins next'.

Alex didn't meet Trinity with the haste she hoped for. She took another swig of her drink during the interval.

“Just take the spin, Trin,” the devil's daughter called to her.

“Hurry up,” another anxious player prompted.

She sighed out laying the bottle down and spun it around, eyes locked on the glass that chose who she kissed. When it came to a stop, she saw it landed on the son of Artemis. Her fists turned to balls and teeth grit. Still, Trinity leaned over, tugged Theo towards her, grabbed him in place with a hand and closed the distance with a kiss, crushing her lips on his. In time, she pulled away and gave his cheek a 'playful' pat. Such a shame he was a face that she couldn't depend on.

Trinity returned to her spot by Mason and ran her fingers through her hair and released a sigh. “Well, next time I join something like this, don't let me.” She went for her own beer bottle but found it was empty again. “That’s my cue to go. Good luck, champ.”

xxxxx H A R L E E N xx T H E O D O S

xxDaughter of Hermes | Outift | #51849C

She wasn’t sure things gleamed quite so bright and wicked as her own grin in that moment. She pivotted on her heel to bear witness to the participation of Trinity in spin the bottle and shot a glance to Elias. He didn't seem the overbearing brother type, but if Harley was drawn as the bad influence or something, she had to be ready to defend herself and make her claim.

Harley didn't have to wait drastically long for her dear dare to be complete to satisfactory as the bottle landed on Trinity and she went for gold like a trooper. Harleen's brow quirked up in surprise. She supposed she might have owed Wes an apology for that since he had some significant attachment with the blonde and in no circumstance was it easy to watch your person of interest lock lips with another.

But elsewhere, there was more entertainment that awaited her. More feathers to ruffle, more shows. It was a party right? So for her own sake of sanity, she needed to lighten to mood for herself and find amusement. A guy and modest girl were giving each other eyes and their bodies were drawing closer together. Harley made a bee line for them and breezed by as if she had places to be and the other end was compellingly intriguing. As she did, she reached around one-handed and squeezed the girl's butt. The daughter of a famous deity gasped, scowled and spun on her heels and left the boy standing there dumbfounded.

Harley chuckled to herself. “I’m not even sorry.” In fact she already felt better for it.

She took a seat in the sand and smiled watching the party. She could see herself liking it here.

xxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S

xxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #a10b6d

“Uh... yes? Do you want something, or...?”

Her hand returned to her side. “Not at the present time,” Evelyn confessed easily. “I just thought to introduce myself formally. But if you were busy, and my presence is a nuisance I apologize for misreading the circumstances.”

Evelyn held McKenna's gaze, rooted in place. Of course, Eve acknowledged she could have been a nuisance but McKenna certainly wasn't busy and there weren't a great deal of compelling others to see and talk with tonight.

A few questions started to bubble to the surface with this intriguing young soul. “Do people often come to you for a favor?” she inquired. Since McKenna's first response was to assume Evelyn wanted something, she thought it was fair to ask. “Do you agree to them?” Then, she smiled slightly, ready to ask the most intriguing question of the night. “Do I look like somebody that wants or expects something from you?” Evelyn searched McKenna's eyes. She was sure the girl had no reason or restrain to lie, but she was curious to hear the youngest demigod's response. Maybe Evelyn appeared as venomous and using as a daughter of Hera. Or as deceptive as a child of Khione. The open floor of honest feedback would no doubt highlight her night, not to mention give her a better sense how she came off to others. Not that she was changing that any time soon.

“Can I get you a drink?” Evelyn shifted over to the coolers and rose her brows expectantly towards McKenna, prepared to dunk her hand into the lucky dip of drinks that were...what...90% beer. “Maybe something from home?” Eve challenged.

xxxxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S

xxxxxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #ffc300

Her kiss had been reciprocated which was always dangerous as Evelyn had a tendency to get lost in Sylas. Especially when this new side of his showed through being open and tender, and it beckoned to be explored mentally as well as physically. But somehow, willpower shone through with her keenness to have her answer in turn.

And while she apologized for the diversion, she was surprised to hear his own response hidden in her neck. "...Couldn't help myself." She closed her eyes a moment, inclined to better expose her neck to him , invite him to keep going, but she had already surrendered enough and been upset at the imbalance in dynamic between them. Plus, she'd be an absolute fool to let this moment for knowledge slip.

He sighed as pleasure subsided for business and she kept her keen and evaluating eyes on him as he drew back, his lips grazing her jaw and all, in preparation to talk about his own trial. It seemed he was thinking about it. Perhaps not about the event as much as word selection and how to phrase it. Evelyn sat there silently and patiently while he gathered his approach. She wished him luck, and wanted to be on his side, but...what would be, would be.

With another sigh, he began. "My mother has always favored my sister. Sloane is the prodigal daughter. She mastered her skills quickly..." Then there was a pause, a reluctance. "And she's more powerful than I am. She doesn't even want it. But no matter how much I try to prove myself, I will never be good enough."

She looked Sylas over who for once teemed with evident frustration and inadequacy, and even then it was mild. But he was part human. While she couldn't relate to sibling rivalry, she could imagine someone having unjust power and being stronger than her, who worked for and wanted it, could seep under the skin. And seeking parental approval and gratification, especially the Gods', was something well understood among camp. She stroked over her fingers, unsure if he was finished and otherwise, how to lift the certain looming heaviness of the fear he just confessed. "Contrary to what the others think, I don't actually want to kill everyone," he said, doing it for himself instead as he sunk back in the grass. "Well... Not you, anyway." Evelyn glanced at him to see a smirk.

She nodded to herself looking forward, a small smile on her lips. “What a privilege.” Then the cynicism hit, quicker than she could control. “Not even if Eris demanded it?” A brief pang of guilt came over her for potentially ruining his charm and newfound easy mood, but she stood by it, a valid question, quirking a brow at Sylas. It was in her nature to be challenging after all.

“I'll go easy on you one day.”

Part of her wanted to lay with him and just relax in nature. He made it look inviting and ironically zen too, like the green and skyward view had magical properties but she was sure her mind would be at unrest still. The closure had been done, however, she still wasn't sure what it meant for their relationship. Or more to the point, what she should do and make of Sylas. Still.
Normally one turned to friends or innermost thoughts, but she was limited with friends, not to mention the trust department, and with all the reflection in the world she still couldn't figure out whether to avoid Sylas or indulge him. Whether he was good or bad for her. She even got his opinion once or twice: to stay away, and as wise as it was, it didn't seem practical at this rate for he was too enigmatic, magnetic and stimulating.

She ended up laying back, because she may's well try it. Her hair sprawled out around her while her hands came to rest on her stomach, fingers entwining with themselves and watching time float by overhead to the darkening sky. “I still can't make heads or tails of you,” she confessed. “It's very frustrating. So if you could be simpler, that'd be helpful.” And oh boy wouldn't that be the day. “Alternatively, you could tell me what you want.” With that suggestion, amusement became visible in her features and tone. “World domination, to become a chef....?”

She turned her head to watch him. Would the devil crack a smile, keep his secrets, let her know a quick want? As fortunate as she was to get snippets of him opening up, she'd still never presume to know him, and that was part of his appeal. He remained a forbidden desire and would for some time yet, she hunched.