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Trinity listened patiently as he answered her question. Alex was a bit of a sore subject, but either way, there was nothing he could do about it. The Valises left and that was the end of it. They went to live out the Zeus kid dream in Olympus while the rest of them remained at camp. It wasn't fair, but it wouldn't be the first time they received favoritism because of their father. He tried not to dwell on it.
Luckily, Trinity to smile at his joke about his lack of friends. "Maybe. Maybe not," she replied. Maybe a small part of Trinity liked when he followed her around like a puppy. But she had other friends, and he knew not everyone, like Mason, would be thrilled if Wes tagged along constantly. He'd make some new friends eventually. Maybe Duke, the dude did make him an arm after all.
The shift in conversation to Theo didn't seem to bother Trinity, thankfully. "Great question. Um....the guy's a ghost. Don't get me wrong I have nothing but respect for him, and he has a lot of other consuming duties and... it's a shame but it's reality. There are times where I think we could use his expertise more and camp should be the priority but...you know we don't really owe each other anything?"
Wes nodded his head. "Makes sense. I just wondered if it bothered you. His friendship is obviously important enough to you for him to pop up in your trial." He then held up his hand in playful manner. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I don't have to see him drool over you everyday," He laughed softly. "But I don't wish anything bad on the guy. He seems nice enough. I don't know if I'm in a rush to be his friend, but..." He shrugged. "He means a lot to you."
"Speaking of ghosts," Trinity started before reaching out and taking his hands. "If I do go missing without a word it's probably not by choice. It's probably..." While she paused, Wes's eyes widened. Was she about to drop some major bombshell on him? He instantly began to panic wondering what she meant. "Really bad. Or like a mega important emergency. I just want you to know I wouldn’t leave you without…anything."
Wes let out a very audible sigh of relief. "Jesus christ woman, you know how to give me a heart attack." He laughed weakly as he tried to calm down realizing the conversation was more hypothetical than her life was actually in danger or something. He slowly leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His thumbs gently stroked the tops of her hands. "I know," he replied quietly with a smile. "I highly doubt there will ever be a reason I need to leave camp... probably kidnapping. Which I'd be sure to leave the best breadcrumb trail ever." He flashed a cheeky grin, hoping his stupid joke would bring a small smile to her face.
When their conversation had grown silent, while Wes was comfortable in the silence, Trinity's face showed that the wheels were firing on all cylinders. He took that moment to get to his feet and grab them both something to sweet to finish their meal with. After a couple minutes, he return to their table with two ice cream cones in hand. "Does any of your family know about the accident?"
He froze for a second at the abrupt question. Wes handed her one of the ice creams before sitting back down. He sighed heavily, puffing out his lips in the process. He rubbed his brow in thought before finally answering. "I'm sure my mother knows... I mean she is a Goddess," he said with a jokingly sarcastic tone. "But I never told my dad, if that's what you mean." He shrugged and took a large bite of ice cream.
"I uh... Don't even think he'd answer the phone if I called." His lips pulled back into a tight smile. It wasn't a subject Wes liked talking about. Hell, he usually forgot his father existed, if that said anything. But this was Trinity... She was the only person at camp he could share anything with. She already knew some of his shitty past, why not add some more. "I was flunking out of school and when my dad realized I wasn't going to Yale like him, he wanted nothing to do with me... So I was sent here." He shrugged and took another bite. "He'd probably just add it to a running list of how 'I'm a failure and not deserving of the Preston name,'" he mocked his dad with a grumpy expression, moving his mechanical hand in a blah blah blah manner.
Trinity sighed. "Sorry. Blondie question. All done?"
Wes smiled, finishing up his cone. "You're fine, sweetheart. I honestly hadn't thought about it." He stands up and helps her start gathering their plates and trash. "Camp... you are more family than he's ever been. The only person I worry about telling everything to is you." He smiled before placing a tender kiss on top of her head.
"Wanna head back to the cabins?" Trinity asked.
He nodded his head in agreement. Once they were free of their dishes, Wes moved to walk alongside her, draping his arm across her shoulders. He didn't mind whose cabin they went to, either was fine with him. "You mentioned wanting to keep some clothes in my cabin, I could make some room in my closet if you'd like. Or, I could grab some clothes for your place?" Instantly realizing how that might sound, he laughed nervously and began rambling. "Only if you want. We don't have to. I just might start running out of basketball shorts." He scratched his head. "Not that I'm assuming you'd stay the night again or whatever."
Wes's face scrunched up as he grew embarrassed at his own ridiculous rambling and gave up. He sighed, running his hand back through his hair. "Sorry... I just, don't want to mess this up," he said softly as he looked down at her.
Trinity listened patiently as he answered her question. Alex was a bit of a sore subject, but either way, there was nothing he could do about it. The Valises left and that was the end of it. They went to live out the Zeus kid dream in Olympus while the rest of them remained at camp. It wasn't fair, but it wouldn't be the first time they received favoritism because of their father. He tried not to dwell on it.
Luckily, Trinity to smile at his joke about his lack of friends. "Maybe. Maybe not," she replied. Maybe a small part of Trinity liked when he followed her around like a puppy. But she had other friends, and he knew not everyone, like Mason, would be thrilled if Wes tagged along constantly. He'd make some new friends eventually. Maybe Duke, the dude did make him an arm after all.
The shift in conversation to Theo didn't seem to bother Trinity, thankfully. "Great question. Um....the guy's a ghost. Don't get me wrong I have nothing but respect for him, and he has a lot of other consuming duties and... it's a shame but it's reality. There are times where I think we could use his expertise more and camp should be the priority but...you know we don't really owe each other anything?"
Wes nodded his head. "Makes sense. I just wondered if it bothered you. His friendship is obviously important enough to you for him to pop up in your trial." He then held up his hand in playful manner. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I don't have to see him drool over you everyday," He laughed softly. "But I don't wish anything bad on the guy. He seems nice enough. I don't know if I'm in a rush to be his friend, but..." He shrugged. "He means a lot to you."
"Speaking of ghosts," Trinity started before reaching out and taking his hands. "If I do go missing without a word it's probably not by choice. It's probably..." While she paused, Wes's eyes widened. Was she about to drop some major bombshell on him? He instantly began to panic wondering what she meant. "Really bad. Or like a mega important emergency. I just want you to know I wouldn’t leave you without…anything."
Wes let out a very audible sigh of relief. "Jesus christ woman, you know how to give me a heart attack." He laughed weakly as he tried to calm down realizing the conversation was more hypothetical than her life was actually in danger or something. He slowly leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His thumbs gently stroked the tops of her hands. "I know," he replied quietly with a smile. "I highly doubt there will ever be a reason I need to leave camp... probably kidnapping. Which I'd be sure to leave the best breadcrumb trail ever." He flashed a cheeky grin, hoping his stupid joke would bring a small smile to her face.
When their conversation had grown silent, while Wes was comfortable in the silence, Trinity's face showed that the wheels were firing on all cylinders. He took that moment to get to his feet and grab them both something to sweet to finish their meal with. After a couple minutes, he return to their table with two ice cream cones in hand. "Does any of your family know about the accident?"
He froze for a second at the abrupt question. Wes handed her one of the ice creams before sitting back down. He sighed heavily, puffing out his lips in the process. He rubbed his brow in thought before finally answering. "I'm sure my mother knows... I mean she is a Goddess," he said with a jokingly sarcastic tone. "But I never told my dad, if that's what you mean." He shrugged and took a large bite of ice cream.
"I uh... Don't even think he'd answer the phone if I called." His lips pulled back into a tight smile. It wasn't a subject Wes liked talking about. Hell, he usually forgot his father existed, if that said anything. But this was Trinity... She was the only person at camp he could share anything with. She already knew some of his shitty past, why not add some more. "I was flunking out of school and when my dad realized I wasn't going to Yale like him, he wanted nothing to do with me... So I was sent here." He shrugged and took another bite. "He'd probably just add it to a running list of how 'I'm a failure and not deserving of the Preston name,'" he mocked his dad with a grumpy expression, moving his mechanical hand in a blah blah blah manner.
Trinity sighed. "Sorry. Blondie question. All done?"
Wes smiled, finishing up his cone. "You're fine, sweetheart. I honestly hadn't thought about it." He stands up and helps her start gathering their plates and trash. "Camp... you are more family than he's ever been. The only person I worry about telling everything to is you." He smiled before placing a tender kiss on top of her head.
"Wanna head back to the cabins?" Trinity asked.
He nodded his head in agreement. Once they were free of their dishes, Wes moved to walk alongside her, draping his arm across her shoulders. He didn't mind whose cabin they went to, either was fine with him. "You mentioned wanting to keep some clothes in my cabin, I could make some room in my closet if you'd like. Or, I could grab some clothes for your place?" Instantly realizing how that might sound, he laughed nervously and began rambling. "Only if you want. We don't have to. I just might start running out of basketball shorts." He scratched his head. "Not that I'm assuming you'd stay the night again or whatever."
Wes's face scrunched up as he grew embarrassed at his own ridiculous rambling and gave up. He sighed, running his hand back through his hair. "Sorry... I just, don't want to mess this up," he said softly as he looked down at her.
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Evelyn was silent when he posed the all important question. It didn't take a genius to know that a trial as dark as his would be prying at her every thought. While they played this cat and mouse game well, Sylas would rather her just ask or say whatever she needed, to clear the air. While he was an enigma to most, she got glimpses no one else had. Part of him wanted to rip off the bandaid so he could know, once and for all, if she was truly done with him or if there might still be something worth salvaging.
"Do you want me to be frightened of you?" She replied with a question of her own, looking over at him.
Sylas plucked a small dandelion and twisted the stem mindlessly between his index finger and thumb. "No," he replied plainly, without looking up to meet her gaze. Funny, how a single word could carry more weight and truth in it than thousands. He always played the long deceptive game, but in that moment he might have given her the most straightforward answer yet. In fairness, he never seeks out to frighten anyone. While being feared is a sensation like none other, he isn't playing his role right if people are openly frightened by him. Deception is his game, not intimidation... Not unless given no other choice. "Although you should be," he added, slowly looking up into her eyes.
Evelyn sighed, deciding to address his first question. "I’m not above curiosity killed the cat, you know that. But the trials... blew me away. I could barely digest my own then," she motioned towards him. "others came up. So I guess I'm just a bit overwhelmed with the backlog of information and what to do with it more than anything."
He nodded his head in acknowledgement. While she spoke about the trials, Evelyn didn't answer his question, not really. What could he say in response to that? Sylas would be an idiot if he didn't think everyone left that arena shaken... In more ways than one. Not only were they forced to face their darkest demons that festered in their souls, but they also had to watch themselves play the monster in other trials or witness the darker truths of the people they thought they knew. The trials were going to linger around camp for sometime. Avoiding the questions would only postpone the inevitable.
"I suppose there’s no good answer you could give," Evelyn admitted. No flowery words or talking each other in circles, just the simple truth.
He couldn't argue. He nodded his head slowly before tossing the flower off into the field. While a different man might beg to explain his trial, to show he isn't the monster that was portrayed, he did no such thing. Sylas was not the begging type. People saw him however they saw him and far be it for him to try and convince them otherwise. He knew who he was. Evelyn had a glimpse past the curtains, which was more than others could say. She didn't admit to being frightened, but she didn't give him reason to think otherwise.
Surprisingly, while Sylas expected her to turn and leave when he did not argue her point, Evelyn stepped forward and lowered herself to ground beside him. "I'm wary of you." As you should be. "I should be afraid, stay away, but...I don't entirely want to."
Sylas couldn't help but look over at her as her last words rung in his ears. Evelyn looked nothing short of a goddess in the speckled sunlight that illuminated her from beyond the leaves. The redheaded beauty was the light, while Liv was the darkness. He belonged with someone like Liv who thrived in the darkness and didn't expect anything from him beyond who he was. She fed into his worse habits and helped them thrive. Yet Evelyn... She was like a magnet. This beautiful creature that should be as far from him as possible. But no, she was there, her hand slowly inching across the grass closer to his own.
It took a fair bit of self control for Sylas not to close the distance between them. He had Evelyn once before, and her presence was quickly becoming more and more intoxicating. But, as he also said, he keeps his cards close to his chest. While a thousand impulsive thoughts could cross his mind in a day, he rarely acted on them... No matter how tempting. He sat there, silent, watching her hand move closer and just when he thought she might touch him, she withdrew.
Before he could think through his actions, or she could fully pull away, Sylas's hand jumped forward the few inches and gently pinned her hand to the ground between them. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in your own trial." Out of everyone's trials that played out in the arena, Evelyn's was the one he couldn't quite figure out. Perhaps that was because she was the one person at camp that was a mystery. An unsolved puzzle kept drawing him back. People were usually so predictable, but not her. He always wanted to know more... much like she did with him.
After a long moment of silence, Sylas's gaze slowly trailed up her porcelain arm until it met her own. "I would tell you, if you asked." His voice was the smallest bit softer, in a way that most might not have noticed. He kept his gaze there, locked with hers, for what might have felt like an eternity. He gave her the opening, all she had to do was cross the threshold and bite. Then as quickly as it opened, the door began to close. He slowly started to turn away as his fingers slipped from her hand.
Evelyn was silent when he posed the all important question. It didn't take a genius to know that a trial as dark as his would be prying at her every thought. While they played this cat and mouse game well, Sylas would rather her just ask or say whatever she needed, to clear the air. While he was an enigma to most, she got glimpses no one else had. Part of him wanted to rip off the bandaid so he could know, once and for all, if she was truly done with him or if there might still be something worth salvaging.
"Do you want me to be frightened of you?" She replied with a question of her own, looking over at him.
Sylas plucked a small dandelion and twisted the stem mindlessly between his index finger and thumb. "No," he replied plainly, without looking up to meet her gaze. Funny, how a single word could carry more weight and truth in it than thousands. He always played the long deceptive game, but in that moment he might have given her the most straightforward answer yet. In fairness, he never seeks out to frighten anyone. While being feared is a sensation like none other, he isn't playing his role right if people are openly frightened by him. Deception is his game, not intimidation... Not unless given no other choice. "Although you should be," he added, slowly looking up into her eyes.
Evelyn sighed, deciding to address his first question. "I’m not above curiosity killed the cat, you know that. But the trials... blew me away. I could barely digest my own then," she motioned towards him. "others came up. So I guess I'm just a bit overwhelmed with the backlog of information and what to do with it more than anything."
He nodded his head in acknowledgement. While she spoke about the trials, Evelyn didn't answer his question, not really. What could he say in response to that? Sylas would be an idiot if he didn't think everyone left that arena shaken... In more ways than one. Not only were they forced to face their darkest demons that festered in their souls, but they also had to watch themselves play the monster in other trials or witness the darker truths of the people they thought they knew. The trials were going to linger around camp for sometime. Avoiding the questions would only postpone the inevitable.
"I suppose there’s no good answer you could give," Evelyn admitted. No flowery words or talking each other in circles, just the simple truth.
He couldn't argue. He nodded his head slowly before tossing the flower off into the field. While a different man might beg to explain his trial, to show he isn't the monster that was portrayed, he did no such thing. Sylas was not the begging type. People saw him however they saw him and far be it for him to try and convince them otherwise. He knew who he was. Evelyn had a glimpse past the curtains, which was more than others could say. She didn't admit to being frightened, but she didn't give him reason to think otherwise.
Surprisingly, while Sylas expected her to turn and leave when he did not argue her point, Evelyn stepped forward and lowered herself to ground beside him. "I'm wary of you." As you should be. "I should be afraid, stay away, but...I don't entirely want to."
Sylas couldn't help but look over at her as her last words rung in his ears. Evelyn looked nothing short of a goddess in the speckled sunlight that illuminated her from beyond the leaves. The redheaded beauty was the light, while Liv was the darkness. He belonged with someone like Liv who thrived in the darkness and didn't expect anything from him beyond who he was. She fed into his worse habits and helped them thrive. Yet Evelyn... She was like a magnet. This beautiful creature that should be as far from him as possible. But no, she was there, her hand slowly inching across the grass closer to his own.
It took a fair bit of self control for Sylas not to close the distance between them. He had Evelyn once before, and her presence was quickly becoming more and more intoxicating. But, as he also said, he keeps his cards close to his chest. While a thousand impulsive thoughts could cross his mind in a day, he rarely acted on them... No matter how tempting. He sat there, silent, watching her hand move closer and just when he thought she might touch him, she withdrew.
Before he could think through his actions, or she could fully pull away, Sylas's hand jumped forward the few inches and gently pinned her hand to the ground between them. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in your own trial." Out of everyone's trials that played out in the arena, Evelyn's was the one he couldn't quite figure out. Perhaps that was because she was the one person at camp that was a mystery. An unsolved puzzle kept drawing him back. People were usually so predictable, but not her. He always wanted to know more... much like she did with him.
After a long moment of silence, Sylas's gaze slowly trailed up her porcelain arm until it met her own. "I would tell you, if you asked." His voice was the smallest bit softer, in a way that most might not have noticed. He kept his gaze there, locked with hers, for what might have felt like an eternity. He gave her the opening, all she had to do was cross the threshold and bite. Then as quickly as it opened, the door began to close. He slowly started to turn away as his fingers slipped from her hand.
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"Duke," he replied. Well isn't he chatty. He formed some sort of tight, bordering on constipated smile as a greeting. If it were a different circumstance Blair might have even commented on it. Perhaps pull the line men love to pull on women. 'You should smile more.' But no, instead she smiled all the brighter as she took his hand and shook it.
It seemed the girls' presence made him uncomfortable, not surprising. Shortly after introductions, Duke wasted no time trying to worm his way out of their conversation. How cute. Like he thought he could slip away so easily. Blair wasn't holding Rae's arm tight like keeping the boy there in that conversation was the end of the world, but she wasn't stepping out of his way when he tried escaping either. Who wouldn't want to talk to such lovely creatures as themselves? Of course, if they bored him, Blair would be better off wasting her time on someone like Nick who could, at least, keep up with her.
It didn't take long for Duke to except his fate and try to converse with them for a moment... Even if it was the most boring of topics. "It’s a shame we didn’t get to see you in the spars but also good. Means people can’t figure you out in a real battle."
Blair laughed. "Not much to figure out there, I'm afraid." She shrugged her shoulders. "I have a mind for battle, but there's always a disconnect between theory and execution." While others might have been ashamed at their lack of combat knowledge, it didn't bother her. She wasn't the fighting type. It'd ruin her clothes and she could break a nail. There weren't many situations she couldn't talk her way out of and if she did find herself in the middle of a fight, she could get others to fight those battles for her. She was thankful she didn't have to spar. She would have just gotten dirty and looked stupid.
Duke then gave Rae a much deserved compliment. Blair didn't watch the entirety of the fight, because... Well, she didn't much care for spars and what not. But she saw enough of it. Although she didn't know that the girl went against a child of Ares. So, if anything, that makes her spar even more impressive.
If he was trying to bore them, it worked, for Blair at least. Then, as if knowing she wasn't thrilled by the conversation, he inhaled deeply and asked, "Did youse wanna grab a bite at the hall?"
Blair's eyes lit up just a bit before she playfully squeezed Rae's arm. "Starving!"
She let Duke lead the way to the hall because Blair hadn't a clue where it was located. Plus, it gave her a chance to stare at his butt whenever he wasn't paying attention. There's no harm in looking. It wasn't until the mention of food that her stomach really started to scream. She arrived at camp hungry and got... sidetracked before she got a chance to eat. She might act ladylike in most situations, but that wasn't going to stop her from getting way too much food and stuffing her face. She did burn a lot of calories earlier.
"You're both satisfied with your cabins?" Duke continued the conversation as they walked. "If you ever need anything, any maintenance or the kind, I have the abilities of Hephaestus."
Blair's brow quirked in curiosity. "Oh, he's a handy man," she commented more toward Rae with a playful smile. She then met his gaze with a suggestive smirk. "I'm sure I could think of a couple uses for those hands." She wasn't a bashful woman, nor did she beat around the bush. While some find her a bit too forward, it usually worked in her favor. And when it didn't? Well, she got a good chuckle at how nervous they got.
On their way into the main hall, they passed a couple on their way out. The girl was the blonde that Rae had fought against in training and the guy? Blair can't say she noticed him before, but boy did she wish she had. Even though she was flirting with Duke, something about this other guy was almost magnetic. He was, without a doubt, the hottest guy she had seen at camp so far. Before she knew what came over her, she reached out her free hand and got a quick feel of his tight ass.
Wes jumped, turning around surprised and wide eyed. "What the hell!?"
She pivoted on her heels to face him, shrugging innocently. "Sorry, handsome. Just enjoying fine craftsmanship." Blair winked at Wes, before turning around and heading into the hall without missing a beat.
The smell of the food hit Blair like a tsunami. "Gods I didn't realize how hungry I was." She looked over at Duke with a sweet smile. "Be a gentleman and find us a table?" Without waiting for his response Blair was off toward the food with Rae in tow.
Once they were out of ear shot of Duke, she groaned playfully with a roll of her eyes. "He's cute," she commented as she grabbed a plate and started filling it. "But he's about as interesting as a wet blanket. Is he always like that? Or does he just need his cork popped?" she asked before grabbing an apple and taking a bite out of it.
"Duke," he replied. Well isn't he chatty. He formed some sort of tight, bordering on constipated smile as a greeting. If it were a different circumstance Blair might have even commented on it. Perhaps pull the line men love to pull on women. 'You should smile more.' But no, instead she smiled all the brighter as she took his hand and shook it.
It seemed the girls' presence made him uncomfortable, not surprising. Shortly after introductions, Duke wasted no time trying to worm his way out of their conversation. How cute. Like he thought he could slip away so easily. Blair wasn't holding Rae's arm tight like keeping the boy there in that conversation was the end of the world, but she wasn't stepping out of his way when he tried escaping either. Who wouldn't want to talk to such lovely creatures as themselves? Of course, if they bored him, Blair would be better off wasting her time on someone like Nick who could, at least, keep up with her.
It didn't take long for Duke to except his fate and try to converse with them for a moment... Even if it was the most boring of topics. "It’s a shame we didn’t get to see you in the spars but also good. Means people can’t figure you out in a real battle."
Blair laughed. "Not much to figure out there, I'm afraid." She shrugged her shoulders. "I have a mind for battle, but there's always a disconnect between theory and execution." While others might have been ashamed at their lack of combat knowledge, it didn't bother her. She wasn't the fighting type. It'd ruin her clothes and she could break a nail. There weren't many situations she couldn't talk her way out of and if she did find herself in the middle of a fight, she could get others to fight those battles for her. She was thankful she didn't have to spar. She would have just gotten dirty and looked stupid.
Duke then gave Rae a much deserved compliment. Blair didn't watch the entirety of the fight, because... Well, she didn't much care for spars and what not. But she saw enough of it. Although she didn't know that the girl went against a child of Ares. So, if anything, that makes her spar even more impressive.
If he was trying to bore them, it worked, for Blair at least. Then, as if knowing she wasn't thrilled by the conversation, he inhaled deeply and asked, "Did youse wanna grab a bite at the hall?"
Blair's eyes lit up just a bit before she playfully squeezed Rae's arm. "Starving!"
She let Duke lead the way to the hall because Blair hadn't a clue where it was located. Plus, it gave her a chance to stare at his butt whenever he wasn't paying attention. There's no harm in looking. It wasn't until the mention of food that her stomach really started to scream. She arrived at camp hungry and got... sidetracked before she got a chance to eat. She might act ladylike in most situations, but that wasn't going to stop her from getting way too much food and stuffing her face. She did burn a lot of calories earlier.
"You're both satisfied with your cabins?" Duke continued the conversation as they walked. "If you ever need anything, any maintenance or the kind, I have the abilities of Hephaestus."
Blair's brow quirked in curiosity. "Oh, he's a handy man," she commented more toward Rae with a playful smile. She then met his gaze with a suggestive smirk. "I'm sure I could think of a couple uses for those hands." She wasn't a bashful woman, nor did she beat around the bush. While some find her a bit too forward, it usually worked in her favor. And when it didn't? Well, she got a good chuckle at how nervous they got.
On their way into the main hall, they passed a couple on their way out. The girl was the blonde that Rae had fought against in training and the guy? Blair can't say she noticed him before, but boy did she wish she had. Even though she was flirting with Duke, something about this other guy was almost magnetic. He was, without a doubt, the hottest guy she had seen at camp so far. Before she knew what came over her, she reached out her free hand and got a quick feel of his tight ass.
Wes jumped, turning around surprised and wide eyed. "What the hell!?"
She pivoted on her heels to face him, shrugging innocently. "Sorry, handsome. Just enjoying fine craftsmanship." Blair winked at Wes, before turning around and heading into the hall without missing a beat.
The smell of the food hit Blair like a tsunami. "Gods I didn't realize how hungry I was." She looked over at Duke with a sweet smile. "Be a gentleman and find us a table?" Without waiting for his response Blair was off toward the food with Rae in tow.
Once they were out of ear shot of Duke, she groaned playfully with a roll of her eyes. "He's cute," she commented as she grabbed a plate and started filling it. "But he's about as interesting as a wet blanket. Is he always like that? Or does he just need his cork popped?" she asked before grabbing an apple and taking a bite out of it.