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Sylas Astor

The Deceiver

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a character in “Camp Athens II”, originally authored by mjolnir, as played by RolePlayGateway

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xxxS Y L A S x A S T O R
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"Who doesn't love a little chaos?"
- sylas astor




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n i c k n a m e s x // x Sy

a g e x // xnineteen

g e n d e r x // xmale

s e x u a l i t y x // xbisexual

o r i g i n x // xmoscow, russia

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

p a r e n t a g e x // xeris






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x6' 2"

w e i g h t x // x165 lbs

h a i r x // xUsually kept at a decent length, Sylas' brunette hair is always coiffed or styled in a more sophisticated manner. He never allows it to grow too long or be seen unruly.

e y e s x // xUnlike his sister, Sylas as deep rich green eyes. They have similar flecks of gold throughout. Although the color is soft, his eyes are harsh showing a glimpse of the chaos within.

o d d i t i e s x // xSimilarly to Sloane, Sylas has no tattoos, piercings or scars that blemish his body. He is without oddities of the physical persuasion, though that doesn't count for much. Unlike his sister, Sylas can flip his accent on and off like a switch. Whenever he is around others, it's like his accent is gone. But, when talking to his sister, it seeps back in.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xSylas is attractive, to say the least. Of course, it is not a pretty boy or typical appeal but the oddness in his appearance is part of his appeal. He has a striking gaze that is seductive, inviting while also intimidating, usually looking like he is either undressing you with his eyes, or planning your murder. He has a charming smile that occasionally borders on sadistic. His build is tall and slender, but still muscular but not in the meat head kind of way. Sylas carries himself with confidence and poise, like a man with the world on a string. His handsome and charming appearance is misleading, deceiving almost anyone into thinking he is just another guy.






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I N G E N I U M
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c h a o s x m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Sylas does not compare to his sister in mastery of their abilities. Although he can manipulate chaos, he doesn't have the same level of control as she does. Whenever he is emotional, it seems to ooze from him into those around him without his knowledge or control.

e m o t i o nx m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Of all of his abilities, this is the one that he excels the most at. He is able to extort negative emotions in another and amplify them slowly, without the other's knowledge.

i n v o k e x v i o l e n c e x // x Sylas does not use this ability as much as one would think. Instead, he prefers to effect the repressed emotions, letting them boil to the surface and evolve however they may.


m a n i p u l a t e x p r e c e i v e d x r e a l i t y x // x Sylas has effectively done this only a handful of times in his life, and struggles with it greatly. Instead, he usually relies on Sloane to do this for him.


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d e c e p t i o n x // x No one realizes it when he is doing it, and no one ever will. Sylas has an entire persona that makes him seem as simple and ordinary as the other gents at camp.

c o m b a t x // x With an expensive education, Sylas was educated in the art of fencing and martial arts. Even though he is lanky, he can pack quite the punch and hold his own in battle.

m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Sylas can mold people like putty in his hands. He reas micro movements like a book. HIs sensory knowledge of others emotions guides him, allowing him to say and do the perfect things to get people to bend to his desires.



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s l o a n e x // x Not in the way that you'd expect. Sure, he cares for his sister but her over all neutrality in chaotic arts holds him back. On a regular basis he has to motivate her to do what they were made to do, cause chaos.

h i s x e m o t i o n s x // x Unlike Sloane, Sylas doesn't have the poise or control over himself, his abilities or emotions. Whenever he gets more emotional his abilities go haywire and emit from him into those around him, causing their own negative emotions to rise.

h i s x e g o x // x Sylas was raised with the image in his head to follow in his father's footsteps, someday taking up the mantle of ruling over Russia. His been raised with an inflated self esteem, sense of purpose and ego. Because of that Sylas is unbelievably competitive, stubborn and narcissistic.



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w e a k n e s s x // x Sylas is determined to be seen as the best, in all aspects, including in comparison to his sister. He knows she is more powerful that him, but refuses to be seen as inferior.

e r i s ' x d i s a p p r o v a l x // x His mother took Sloane away to raise as a prodigy because she didn't have the thirst for chaos like he did. He's always fought and strived for his mother's approval, and is terrified to lost that.

d e a t h x // x Plain and simple. He loves himself and has no intentions of leaving this world anytime soon.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
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Sylas knows what he wants and will go to any means to achieve it. But in a nutshell, he just wants to watch the world burn. He is, in so many ways, just like Eris. He’s never been one to play fair, but manipulate and deceive his way to where he wants to be. He feeds on peoples’ strife, enjoying nothing more than watching those around him crumble. He’s a master manipulator and liar, calculating each and every move of those around him. There is always and ulterior motive going on behind his sly smile and magnetic voice.

Deception is a language to Sylas, and he is fluent. He’s outward appearance a permanent façade he wears like a grand charade. The best part of the game is when the villain is hidden in plain sight, right under everyone’s nose, and that is Sylas. He walks, talks and acts like you’re everyday cocky, seductive male. He has a magnetism that lures people towards him. He befriends easily, and seduces easier still. But true intentions lie nowhere behind his words. Deceit is his game and he is a master.

It easily said that Sylas is arrogant. He’s good and he knows it. He is the best, and if he weren’t you damn well better believe he’d make sure he is again. Sylas has a superiority complex that is always hungry. Allowing anyone to be better than him is not an option. He knows he has an ego, and continues to feed it. His confidence turns heads, and you’d think it’d be off putting, but most tend to find him more attractive for it.

With his inflated self-esteem and constant manipulation to get to the top, he is also an avid patriarch. Sylas believes men are superior to women. It is a man’s world, and the world is his oyster. Power and authority belong to men and especially him. Women should know their place and remain there. Nothing pushes him over the edge more than a woman who questions or contradicts him… Especially when it’s Sloane. The man is right. No, means yes. And yes, means more.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


Vladislav Astor, a legend in Sylas’ eyes. He has always respected and looked up to his father like he was a God among men. After all, he did win the heart of Goddess. It takes a spectacle of a man to garner that kind of attention for his achievements. A politician with eye for what the world could be like. Some saw him as a tyrant, others a visionary. He wormed his way into the Russian office before anyone noticed the radical changes the man intended. Now at a seat of power too high for anyone to touch.

His cunning agenda and mastery of slow burn chaos definitely caught Eris’ attention. But of course, Vladislav didn’t think about his own chaos she could invoke… That being in the form of children. In his eyes though, they weren’t children but legacies. Someone to continue on the family name, and the power he fought so hard for. But, unfortunately for him, not everything could go his way. If he had a choice he’d only have sons, but the universe did not favor him that time.

Vladislav, when he did dote upon his children, it was almost exclusively Sylas. He took his boy with him everywhere, grooming him into a politician’s son since he was walking. Sylas had such a natural knack for creating chaos, and deceit. How often did he break the rules, trash the house or anything else and pawn it off on Sloane? Since a toddler, he had the world wrapped around his finger.

So, it was no surprise that Vladislav sent Sloane away with her mother, to try and mold the girl to be more like himself and Sylas. Plus, politics was no place for a woman. For years, Vladislav taught Sylas the ins and outs of everything. How to walk, talk, dress and act. A master at deception, creating an elaborate façade for the world to snake his way to anything he wanted.

Once Vladislav reached true power, it was decided that having his son at his side was no longer a priority. With new power comes new enemies, or that’s the way he worded it. Sylas and his sister were sent to Camp Athens for their own safety. It’d give them a chance to live out of the country where people wouldn’t be trying to make a hit against Vladislav, but potentially also give the Astors a chance to hone their abilities and potentially rise to the top of a new totem pole. The demigods.





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So begins...

Sylas Astor's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Penelope Givens
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“I work very much as a two way streak,” she assured her company.

“These are practice rounds. You know if you weren't here a couple more newbies would probably approach me. So thank you for that. It must be your alpha female air. I still don't know when I became the camp guide opposed to Mr. Athens.”

Alpha female air, she liked that and it proved to be quite the sweet talk on Mason's half. Behind the whole coldness, there was a heart. He made it rarely accessible which is what made it so special. “Ajax is Mr. Athens right?” She whacked his hand and smirked. “It's because you're a bachelor and girls look for an excuse to approach the handsome lonely guy. You are textbook definition of a good looking bloke.” She struck his hand again. “Google it.” Mason surely knew that because he didn't have friendly vibes around him. And like he said, the newbies would probably approach if she wasn't with him.

The rest of the day was absolute shit. There was no other way to describe it, it just dragged by. And Wes, who she would supposedly see today didn't even show his face. If he was that damn sulky than suit himself. But Trinity wasn't going to ban herself from vitamin D and attacking her punching bag.

Since it was such a lazy day, there was no sweat, there was no stinking and the time for the party rolled over soon enough. Trinity looked over her attire and shrugged. This was beachy and party-y. She'd just have to do a quick swap with her jumper and trade underwear for a bikini. She replaced the infamous FNAF with a leather jacket and flicked her hair out of the collar. Trinity didn't really want to look like the troll of the party, so she resorted to some makeup and eye-poking in the process. “The shit we do to look good,” Trinity growled and happily threw aside her eyeliner when she was all done.

A last look over at herself said she was as good as she was going to get tonight. She headed to the drinks because priorities. There was no Andy though and that bugged her. If she dared chose to mope in her cabin and play Mario Kart without her. Then she showed up with Daniel. Keith! He lost those glasses though and he went straight to Mason... Trinity approached hesitantly. She hadn't seen this spectre of him for a while.

But then she overheard something. “Hey. My name is Penelope, but you can call me Nelly. Um . . I am sorry if what I said earlier this morning hurt your feelings. I am known to say what I am thinking and it's gotten me into plenty of trouble. Just know that whatever my actions are in the future, I would never intentionally hurt anyone. So yeah sorry.” The words were said towards Andy, and Trinity frowned. What did she say earlier? Regardless, that seemed like an apology worthy of a punch in the face, then again she wanted to punch a lot of people.

Trinity swung her arm around Andy's shoulder. “Look who decided to show.” She smiled at her friend. “Hey Nelly, I'm Trinity.” She shook the girl's hand firmly.

“Did you want to get a drink, Ando?” They weren't typically the kind that needed to travel everywhere stuck to one another but if it got her out of an uncomfortable situation, why not? Trinity was a real people repellent as Mason had pointed out and somehow turned into a compliment. “You good?” she asked lowly.

She straightened up when Wes and Alex approached together. She acknolwedged Wes had said they didn't think of each other in a lover way, but the fact that that's where he'd been all day.... when she kept thinking she should be sorry and was waiting to clear the damn air with him.



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Sylas explained again why he and Eve wouldn't get along and mentioned wanting to see a cat fight break out between Andy and Eve. Well as an opportunist, he lost his window to push the girls into a frenzy so he mustn't have wanted it that badly.

“Yes ma’am.” Sylas left, letting his fingers drift over her shoulder as he passed. When he gathered himself some food and his back was to her, Evelyn let a shudder ripple down her spine. She easily returned to nonchalance and picked up her dishes, gazing back up in time to catch Sylas's wink towards her. She smirked briefly. The both of them seemed to understand it was time to part ways.

She gathered some other leftover dishes that demigods strolled on out leaving behind for others to clean up. Evelyn arched her brow unimpressed by the general etiquette that seemed to lack in this camp. She stacked up the dishes in both arms and headed for the kitchen. The only good that came out of cleaning up after others were the few words she was able to pick up on from Sylas's new table. Liv's words were basically straight to the guts and telling the company to take a hike before removing herself. As for the new girl, if she wanted to know things why not go straight to the source? That way you bypassed rumours, word of mouth, etc. In terms of a journalist's mind for the unbiased perspective, that wouldn't do though.

Evelyn slipped in her vote at the staff cabins then continued on her own way.

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She let the warm water cascade down her. Evelyn hadn't considered her options of wear for the event tonight but she gave herself an idea or two. Something that allowed easy movement and that accounted for the warm night. Very likely a dress. She wrapped the towel around herself and plucked two out. The favourite would be the one that best suited her intentions for the night and it made her think about what she expected and wanted of the night.

As her sandals sunk into the sand, she was observing where everybody was, all who were present and more importantly where the refreshments were. Evelyn's eyes caught Sylas heading towards her with a smirk in the process. Little did he know, he could evoke worry and charm in one look. “Looking lovely as ever.” He greeted followed by a kiss on her cheek.

“Thank you. You too.”

“I have a favor to ask of you, my dear,” he said and pointed at her. You and everyone else. Because she trusted Sylas's intellect however, she managed not to sigh or roll her eyes in disappointment. Then he finished his drink in front of her and held out the empty bottle. Again, he was lucky she had faith in his intelligence otherwise she might have forced him to curl in on himself. “Would you be able to charm this? I was thinking a game would be far more interesting if it landed on the person you really wanted it to... Unless, that's tiptoeing too close to the dark side for you.” Sylas raised a brow.

Evelyn narrowed her eyes on him. Oh that cheeky... If she applied her own benefit to charming the bottle it'd be having more of a hint of everybody's character and secret wants. Evelyn liked to think she could give credit where it was due but this was a little too close to her advantageous nature to comfortably admit. Evelyn took the bottle from Sylas, appearing in deep thought. “I would but you didn't even say please.” She tilted her head and waited ever so smugly for him to use his manners. Since he had opened her challenging and testing side early on, she pursued, “In fact, you should be begging me for this small little favor of yours.” She put the bottle behind her back. “Or at least make your case of why I should help you.”
It was only fair to extort what she could out of him when he wanted to extort his peers. Somebody needed to give him a dose of his own medicine even if it was faint in comparison. He struck her as far too used to getting his own way. Time for him to work for it.

Behind her back is where she gave the bottle a very special enchantment then presented it to Sylas. “Our little secret,” she said. Though whether Sylas wanted it known or unknown to everyone would be a mystery soon discovered.

“Don't get too excited. Really wanting somebody varies on intention.” The emotions in the demigods were unrefined, their want for someone could be fleeting, and the other half of demigods fancied torturing someone so that was their desire.

“I look forward to seeing who you're after.” Not carry the torch for, not who he wants to torment, but who he was after. Who he wanted for one purpose or another. Despite his suave, it couldn't be forgotten the man shared alikeness to a predator. “Good luck.”

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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Andy was about turn the handle and go back inside when she heard music just about blare behind her. Her face scrunched up slightly at the sheer volume of the party. She never remembered it being that loud. Who in the hell was in control of the volume? Maybe it was her subconscious telling her to just go inside or was it telling her to go to the party?

"It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life. For me. And I'm feeling good."

Andy's heart skipped a beat when she heard Daniel's—Keith's voice. What in the hell was he doing? She slowly spun around on her heels, glancing over her shoulder in the direction of the music. "Keith?"

He did some showy moves, flipping the microphone and kicking in beat with the song. "Oh freedom is mine, and I know how I feel." Andy's brows furrowed in confusion. Maybe it was everything that's been going on but nothing was sinking in. Was this some cruel prank that Keith thought would be funny? Was this Daniel? Had she officially lost her mind and was hallucinating?

"Andy, if you don't go to the party, who's gonna control your brother?" Daniel then extended his arms toward her expectantly.

"Daniel?!" her voice cracked. Andy ran toward him, jumping over the steps down from her porch. She practically leaped into his arms, nearly knocking him over when she collided into him. She held him so tight, that he'd probably complain about not being able to breathe but she didn't care.

"Hi, sis," he said quietly as he held her.

"How are you here? You died!" Tears fell from her eyes, ruining her makeup... again. But she couldn't care less. Gods did she miss him. "I can't believe you're here. I've missed you so much," she whispered.

"Now come on, things to do, people to see. 50 dollars says I can get 90% of camp's population to dance."

Daniel tried to pull her away and hold her at an arm's length. But Andy quickly wrapped her arms back around him, shaking her head. "Just one more minute, please?" She practically begged. Andy had no idea how time passed for him or what it was like. But for her, it was an eternity. Over a year without her brother. He could spare another moment or two before they went to the party. Gods knew she needed it.

Andy sighed as she finally let him free from her grasp, almost scared that if she let go of him, he'd vanish. Like it all was an illusion in her head. "Did you need to complete that outfit with a big long fluffy coat?"

She managed to actually laugh as she ran her fingers under her eyes, trying her best to fix her makeup. "It's not like I'm wearing a sequin jumpsuit," she quipped in response. Gods how long had it been since she had a normal lighthearted conversation? It felt nice. As Andy and Daniel walked side by side to the party, it almost felt like some of the weight had been lifted from her shoulders. For a brief moment she could breathe. But unfortunately, that didn't last long.

Andy's paced slowed when they reached the party as her brother quickly made his way toward Mason. On any other day she would have been right beside him but they still weren't talking. And if she smelled Eve's perfume on him it'd make her nauseous. She stood there awkwardly at the edge of the tree line scanning the people who had arrived. But before she saw anyone of worth a red head popped up right in front of her with a smile. She remembered the girl from earlier, gossiping about Andy's personal life like it was some trash TV. Suffice it to say, she did not return the smile.

"Hey. My name is Penelope, but you can call me Nelly." Andy didn't care. Maybe under different circumstances she would have been her old bubbly self. But not now. It was hard enough for Andy to bite her tongue the first time. "Um . . I am sorry if what I said earlier this morning hurt your feelings. I am known to say what I am thinking and it's gotten me into plenty of trouble. Just know that whatever my actions are in the future, I would never intentionally hurt anyone. So yeah sorry."

"Just leave my personal life out of it," Andy said before she felt an arm drape across her shoulder. Some of her tension faded away when she saw it was Trinity, even managing a soft smile.

"Look who decided to show." Andy rolled her eyes playfully at the comment. Like Trinity would have let her stay locked up in her cabin. "Hey Nelly, I'm Trinity." She gave Nelly a firm handshake, which Andy could only imagine was far more aggressive than it looked. She had to resist the urge to laugh. Trin wasn't the subtle type, one of the many reasons they were friends.

Trinity turned her attention to Andy. "Did you want to get a drink, Ando?" She was doing what any good best friend would do, getting her out of an awkward encounter. In time she'd forget Nelly's comments, but it was still fresh and she was in no mood to fake friendly. Trin's head then leaned toward hers as she spoke lowly, "You good?"

Andy held her friend's gaze and gave such a minor shake of her head, anyone else might have missed it. But it didn't seem Trinity was good either. The arrival of Wes caused the blonde to instantly tense. "I know that look," Andy said quietly.

But before she was able to tug Trinity away toward the drinks table, or just far enough away from a private conversation, Nelly had more to say. "Hello, Trinity. Nice evening huh? I got in last night so that's why I am late. I am still learning the ropes here so if you have any recommendations, I'll gladly take them. Is this ya'll's first year here or have both of you been here before?"

Andy's arm wrapped around the middle of Trinity's back, her hand gently grasping her friend's side. "Sorry, not to be rude." Although she kind of did. "But we need a moment in private."

Without anything else to add to the present conversation, she led Trin away, slowly walking them toward the drinks. Which, coincidentally, was where Wes was. "Do you think maybe you're being a little hard on him?" Andy asked, nodding her head toward Wes who's back was toward them. "He never questions you about your male friends." She saw the look Trinity made when she saw him with Alex. She understood her jealously, it was natural. But Wes had better tastes than Alex. "I doubt he has a dishonest bone in his body. He's arguably one of the nicest guys at camp. He's crazy about you... And he makes you happy." With her final words, Andy slowed them both to a stop, turning to face Trinity.

"Don't be dumb like me and ruin a good thing." She gave Trin's arm a reassuring squeeze with a smile. "I'm going to go take a shot... or like five," Andy joked. "But you should go talk to him. 5 bucks says, he's already forgiven you." Not that Trinity was in the wrong, she was entitled to her own feelings. But if she tried to apologize, Wes was already over it. He was too infatuated with her to stay mad.

Andy retreated, walking backwards towards the refreshments. She motioned her thumb toward Wes's back and gave Trinity a wink. She then spun around and went to the far end of the drinks table, giving Wes and, in particular, Alex, a wide birth. Have a good time. Don't think about it and don't get too drunk. Easy. Then it seemed the second that all went through her head, it went out the window. Andy took two shots of whatever was out, then grabbed a bear. No more.

She started toward the bonfire and almost froze when she saw the back of Ajax. Andy took a deep breath, not wanting to divert her path. She felt like that would be obvious and someone would notice, someone like Mason. But he wasn't dumb and probably could tell without anything being said. Andy slowly approached and took a seat on a different log than the one he and Duke sat on that was a couple feet away. After taking a couple sips of her beer, she sparred a glance toward Ajax as he stood up to follow after his friend. When she caught his gaze, Andy gave him a slight wave of her fingers and a brief smile before he left. It was weird. They were so close but felt miles apart. Any other party she'd be right there beside him, maybe even sitting in his lap if he had his way. But, now they were like strangers.




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Evelyn did not seem pleased about Sylas asking her for a favor. And here he thought she'd love the opportunity to have the upper hand, a moment to revel in the fact that he came to her for help. Regardless of how minor his ask was. After a moment she took the bottle. "I would but you didn't even say please." Her smug expression made Sylas chuckle. "In fact, you should be begging me for this small little favor of yours. Or at least make your case of why I should help you," she added as she hid the bottle behind her back.

Sylas took the bait stepping forward to close a little bit of the distance between them. "Please, Evelyn, would you satisfy the demon in me by charming that little bottle?" His brow raised while the rest of his face remained fairly serious. He leaned his head in so that his lips were near her ear as he spoke softly. "I'll make a fair trade for your services." Sylas pulled his head back just enough so he could hold her gaze. "I'll give you one question," he said as he held up his index finger. "Any question and I'll answer it, honestly. No lies, omissions or ambiguity."

After a moment or so, Evelyn withdrew the bottle from behind her back and held it out to him. "Our little secret."

"My lips are sealed," he grinned as he took the bottle from her delicate fingers.

"Don't get too excited. Really wanting somebody varies on intention." Sylas nodded his head and gave her a silent salute with the top of the bottle to his forehead. "I look forward to seeing who you're after. Good luck."

Sylas might have added a comment about how he didn't need luck, or something else around those lines. Instead he gave her a wink and headed toward the bonfire where he planned to announce his fun activity. But then he saw the big idiot arrive with none other than his sister, which temporarily diverted his attention.

The fresh air from their walk to the beach cleared Sloane's head. Being lightheaded and dizzy was not an ideal condition while drinking. Not that she was the drinking type. She stopped just outside the tree line, taking everything in. Nothing too crazy was going on yet, some dancing and drinking, but fairly calm. Maybe she'd be lucky enough to wonder about for an hour then disappear back to Liam's cabin, away from everyone. She was about to take a step forward in the general direction of the bonfire when she caught sight of her brother beelining straight for them. "He's coming this way," Sloane said under her breath toward Liam, but didn't divert her eyes from her brother's fiery and direct gaze.

Before Sloane could even try to grab Liam's arm and divert them in a different direction, Sylas was there. "Sloane. Liam." He gave his best fake smile as he grabbed Liam's shoulder. "How's the new roomie situation going?" he asked with a grin and a tight squeeze of the brute's deltoid. While they were still in physical contact, Sylas let his powers flow into Liam. Kick her out. You don't want Sloane. She's a burden. Pathetic. After a moment when nothing happened, he moved his hand from Liam to point at his sister. "You used your powers on him... didn't you?"

Sloane shifted where she stood, her fingers twiddling and tugging at the sleeves of her shirt. She didn't say anything, just sideways glanced up at Liam before looking back to her brother. Sylas shook his finger as he laughed smugly. "She's a smart one isn't she?... Makes me wonder what she sees in a big idiot like you?"

Sloane quickly spun on her heels, moving between the two. She turned her back to Sylas as she pressed her hands to Liam's abdomen, trying to stop him from lashing out. "Don't. He's just trying to get under your skin. If you to hit him first, you'll look like the bad guy," She said quietly as she looked up at him. Sloane wouldn't be able to stop Liam if he was set on murdering Sylas in front of everyone. But she hoped he'd listen to her rather than her brother.

"Yes, tame your beast. It's only a matter of time before your control over him fades. And then what, dear sister?"

"I don't control him," Sloane replied coldly, before looking over her shoulder toward her brother. "I'm not you."

"How adorable. You asked his permission didn't you?" Sylas shook his head, laughing softly as he tossed the bottle in his hand. "She's obviously taking advantage of you big boy. You fought her battles, give up your home... even let her worm her way into your mind willingly. Is she that good in bed?"

Sloane's jaw clenched as her gaze moved to the ground and her hands fell from Liam's chest. Her cheeks began to flush, getting so red it nearly outshined her lipstick. "Who are we kidding? Sloane here is a prude." Sylas raised his hand to stroke his sister's cheek with his index finger. "I doubt she's ever been kissed." He chuckles before wrapping his arm around Sloane's shoulders. "Let's change that, shall we?"

Her eyes went wide as Sylas tugged her away from Liam. Although his face was friendly and he appeared to be walking with her amiably, his grip on her arm was strong, almost challenging her to struggle against him. She was barely able to keep up with his long strides, frequently glancing over her shoulder toward Liam. She didn't want him to start a fight, not here in front of everyone. That'd give her brother what he wanted. He was going to continue to push Liam and herself until one of them caved.

Sylas came to a halt near the bonfire, but didn't release his hold on Sloane, instead leading them both to step up on a log. He raised his free hand to his lips letting out a loud whistle. Once he had everyone's attention, he gave a charming smile before speaking. "I don't know about all of you, but my sister and I think that what this party really needs... Is a game!" He holds up the bottle, wiggling it slightly.

He jumps down from the log, leaving Sloane to slowly step down on her own while he walks around the fire. "I'm sure you've all heard of 7 minutes in heaven." Sylas smirked. "I was content with a simple game of spin the bottle, but Sloane's itching for something a little more exciting." He slowed his pace until he was standing before Andy. "Andy, would you mind conjuring up something a little more... private?"

Andy slowly sat up right, tapping her fingers against her beer. She didn't want to be a part of this game, but Sylas didn't look like he was going to let anyone get away with sitting out. She sighed, before extending her left hand with her palm up. As her hand raised, a closet rose up from the ground on a farther edge of the beach, a hundred or so feet away.

Sylas smiled as he turned back around to face the rest of the campers. "I'm sure you all are familiar with the rules." He tapped the brim of the bottle to his bottom lip as he scanned everyone. "Now who should go first?" At one point he slowed down before Sloane. "It'd be unfair to give it to you first. After all, this was your idea... You'll just have to wait your turn." He grinned looking between her and Liam.

But then he spun around and walked directly up to a particular blonde, that he was very interested to learn more about. Eve. Sylas flipped the bottle in his hand, before holding it out to her. "The honor is yours."

Sloane crossed her arms over her chest. She hated when he did stuff like this, spun things around on her. He made it seem like this was her master plan, so if she left... Well, she couldn't. With a sigh, she took a seat on a log as far from her brother as possible. This was going to be a long night.




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"You've never allowed one arm to get you down, though, which is pretty damn awesome if you ask me."

Wes chuckled softly. "Well, thank you. I couldn't very well bitch about something that was my own fault, now could I?"

Alex hooked her arm in his as they headed through the woods toward the party. She seemed happy at the little decorations of lights leading to the beach and the prospect of a party. It did always seem to lighten moods for most of the campers. Wes just hoped that it might be an opportunity for him and Trinity to... move forward maybe. If that was still an option. He hated it that she was mad at him for something he didn't do. Or maybe he did and he was just too much of an idiot to realize it. Wes just hoped, whatever it was, he could fix it.

"Let's make this a night to remember."

He smiled toward her, then quickly ducked away when she tried to tickle him. "Woah, none of that." He laughed, holding his index finger up in contradiction.

Wes slowly trailed after Alex toward the concession table, where there was an ample amount of food and a variety of drinks available. He hadn't quite realized how completely famished he was until he smelled the food. He wasted no time fixing up a burger and snagging a beer to drink along with it. He barely ate all day with his stomach in constant knots. Now with food in front of him, he had to fight to urge to shove it down in a single bite.

"If there's any dancing... you going to ask Trinity?"

He froze with the burger held to his lips. "I want to... I just... I don't know if she'd agree."

Wes took a large bite out of his food as he turned around to observe the party. He froze, mouth full, when he saw Trinity standing a few feet in front of him. He stood there... awkwardly as he tried to quickly chew and swallow the the food. "Trinity... You look gorgeous." Wes looked awkwardly between his burger, beer and then Trinity. He quickly set what he held onto the table and dusted his hands off on his pants. "Can I get you a drink?"

Shortly after he asked, Sylas made a loud show beckoning everyone to join in on a game. Wes didn't know how he felt about partaking. He didn't need another reason for her to be mad at him. He slowly took a step toward Trinity, motioning toward the bonfire. "Did you want to join? I wouldn't kiss anyone... just stand there awkwardly for 7 minutes." He quickly continued adding another comment. "I mean, you can kiss whoever you want though... Or we could just walk around. Or I could leave you alone. I just want you to enjoy yourself... to be happy."

Gods was he putting his foot in his mouth. Wes awkwardly chewed on his bottom lip. He didn't know how to fill the silence, so instead he grabbed another beer. He popped it open, then held it out toward her, almost like a silent peace offering. He was content to wait until she decided his fate for the evening.




7 minutes in heaven


1. The person who receives the bottle, spins it and it will land on whomever they want. Doesn't have to be for romantic reasons, just whomever they desire.

2. They are locked in the closet for 7 minutes.

3. Afterwards the person who the bottle landed on (not who spun it) picks who goes next.

disclaimer: I suggest writing a collab between the two characters going into the closet, so that it isn't a bunch of back and forth posts and so it doesn't take forever for one round. It could be easy enough to include the spinning of the bottle, time in the closet and choosing the next person in a single collab.

Any questions, let me know :)

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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Image They'd talk later about the details. He mentally promised. For now the priority was for Andy and him to have fun and own the party.

Peer pressure mixed with a dash of guilt trip worked every time. But he couldn't revel in the moment because some different faces approached him. "Good evening, um, Keith? Did something happen to you? You look different," Heath observed.

Mason outright laughed and left with the quiet girl which seemed to distract Heath entirely.

"Sorry, not use to seeing my sister dance," Heath explained. Daniel looked between the dancing pair and the brother. Daniel nodded, seeing it already. "I don't know if you know this, but Iliana and I aren't blood related. My father adopted her after her own biological father was killed. Anyway, back to that question?"

Well that was just a casual bomb to drop on his head. Daniel blinked stunned Heath was able to say it all without emotion. "I guess I'm sorry to hear if you are?" Daniel said uncertainly. But as Heath seemed eager to press on, Daniel adopted a less sympathetic and uncertain attitude with a clap of his hand. "Back to that question though, I'm glad you've noticed my new look. A lot has happened. I caught the love bug, lost my virginity, tried make up, Ethan's serenity inducement is having max effect." The things he listed off probably served as a slap to the son of Athena's pride and intelligence. But he didn't lie to be harmful, he lied to be bluntly evasive. "It's a long story and the party's not the place for it. But you can call me Daniel if you like."

"Hey, Cherise's boy toy - grab us some beers and get some good music going!" A girl called out. Daniel frowned at her charm but obeyed one request, the music was something he was happy to provide. Something upbeat to get some head bopping or toe-tapping from the reluctant movers and dancers to fully indulge.

Daniel was about to head over and grab four beers when another girl approached Heath and him. “I get to see Mason dancing? Is it my birthday?” Was a blonde's way of entering the conversation. “You know, I’m super impressed with you. I thought you’d be over there all growly and ripping the two of them apart.” Was the guy really like that? He seemed to have a bit more composure than that but when it came to sisters he supposed anything could happen.

Daniel watched his mini dare take place with very tame actions and moves. He also saw Cherise and another girl with Ethan, dancing like clowns, bringing a warm smile to his lips. She was absolutely beautiful and carefree. “And you, I would have bet serious money on that guy having no friends.” Daniel glanced to the blonde. Normally that was a pretty safe bet. “Between you and me, I think he fancies himself as some kind of big scary wolf.” Daniel grinned as she did. Also, half accurate.

"I always thought a lone biker,” he jested back.

“I’m Eve.”

"Daniel," he said in turn, offering the girl a smile. "So you know Mason? Well...relatively?" he asked, wobbling his hand. The son of Hades managed to prove unpredictable time and time again.

He didn't get quality greeting time with the girl before a loud whistle pierced the party. Daniel turned towards it waiting for the big announcement from Evelyn's intimidating boyfriend. "I don't know about all of you, but my sister and I think that what this party really needs... Is a game!" A part of him wanted to whistle and applaud but that might show too much enthusiasm. "I'm sure you've all heard of 7 minutes in heaven. I was content with a simple game of spin the bottle, but Sloane's itching for something a little more exciting." Ah a modern day Janet. There was no denying 7 had the potential to be a lot more exciting. For the people locked in heaven. Or a small space for to feel claustrophobic. It was all in perception.

The dude crept around and bestowed the bottle upon Eve. "The honor is yours."

"Let the games begin," he muttered to himself, rocking back and forth on his heels with boy like excitement. However, seeing as Eve would soon be busy cozying up to whoever, Daniel looked around for some new company. The company he sought was like being doused in a cold shower. There were a few redheads on camp but fewer with the aura of Evelyn.

Daniel gravitated towards the girl who may not be locked in a closet until her turn and wasn't busy busting moves. He hooked his arm through hers and gestured off for a little walk. They could talk wherever she pleased, she wasn't the kind you could drag away. But he'd rather lead her a couple paces off, remaining in party vicinity of course.

He unwound his arm from hers and stood in front of her. There was something nerve-racking about standing before her as someone new in a sense with the whole crossover identity issues. He grinned bashfully and held out his arms. "Problem solved. Hi, I'm Daniel." He reached out for a shake. "I'm the son of Hecate, most my injuries are self-inflicted. I have a debatably bad habit of playing with illusions and conjurations." He pulled down his collar, exposing his neck and shoulder, "Wendigo conjuration," he rolled up a sleeve and pointed to the bite on his arm, "zombie," then he pulled up his top showing his abdomen, "crossbow," he smirked to Evelyn. They both knew the latter well.

He tapped to his last big scar. "And spear. This is the one that killed me," he explained softly. That part wasn't so humorous. Hecate had brought him back but Daniel was deceased for a long time. "Thank you for your help, Evelyn," he added sincerely. Without her, he'd still be the awkward geek that had no concept of his powers that lived inside a shell. That was the worst thing about Keith, otherwise, he wasn't a bad persona - but Daniel being Daniel again, he was beyond grateful and appreciative for that. How could words express it? He kissed her cheek. "You look beautiful by the way."

Daniel gestured to the refreshments. "Can I get the lady a drink? Theeen maybe steal a dance?" he suggested, quirking his brow up for her assessment. Slender Man liked to move about so he probably wouldn't pay attention to his redhead for a while.



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Image Somewhere inside Mason was hoping for a rejection then he could report to Daniel he tried and failed. Iliana's consent was equally as pleasing and surprising though. He kept his moves small to avoid startling the girl, that and he wasn't big on dancing. At one stage he placed a hand on her waist and grabbed her hand to sway them about but beyond that, not much of a graze came of their dance. Mason gave Iliana a twirl or two. "Not so bad is it?" he asked her. Mason caught his booty call with Heath and Daniel. He smirked at her raising his brows and tilting his chin up.

Their dance wasn't long lasting which was for the best. Sylas whistled, managing to reach beyond the speakers. Mason shuffled closer to hear him speak. He proposed a game of 7 minutes in heaven - him or Sloane whoever, it made no difference. Mason hung onto the words waiting for the catch but it was a regular game of 7 minutes in heaven. He rolled it over in his head if it was worth joining then ultimately decided why the hell not. There was no better way to get to know your camp buddies than being locked in a closet with them. Mason poured himself a shot of vodka, downed it then picked up a beer along the way. He felt in his jacket pocket to grab a cigarette. He patted over another pocket then sighed, muttering out a curse. Mason forgot them. But he didn't really want to double back to his cabin until he saw who the poor soul that would be trapped in a closet with Eve was. At least her powers would make them feel lucky.

He didn't know if the willing participants were merging together or what as there wasn't that much movement, but he managed to bump into Alex. Hard. Rather than give her a look or words that said how badly he wanted her to drop dead, he remained stone-faced. "Open your eyes much? You gonna decapitate me too now?" He looked her over. "Got an object you can blame another curse on?"

Mason kept walking not caring for her reply and sat on one of the vacant logs. People could say what they wanted but there was a lack of accountability on the Gods and Alex's side so yeah, Mason was still pissed and if the bottle managed to land on her, he'd happily strangle her.



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Image "Please don't start addressing me as 'your majesty.' and I don't know... you know I'm not much for gifts, but I am curious as to what you may have in mind.."

"Whatever your majesty prefers," Duke joked. Honestly, he couldn't see himself addressing Ajax in that formal of a manner even when he became superior in Olympian standards. They'd have to find a more comfortable title when the time came. And for now, Duke let the gift comment slide.

As the cook off began and Duke piled the cooked ones to the side, Ajax got his attention. "Now look at that." Duke looked up to his masterpiece of a burger and grinned. "I call it...." Duke waited in suspense for the perfect name for such a burger. "Well... I don't know what to call it, but I know I want to eat it."


Duke chuckled and nodded. "Probably the best choice."

Ajax bit into it and made noises like the cameras were rolling and he was advertising his burger, making Duke give him another amused glance. Duke even looked around, to the left and right and over his shoulders pointedly. "You done? I mean you've had a burger before right? Watch..." Everybody did it differently but Duke placed a burger on a bun, put the chilly sauce on the meat, showed Ajax a whole sliced piece of cheese then popped it on the burger, then sliced letters, tomato and some onion bits."Annnd" Duke popped one more hamburger on it, topped it with sauce then stepped back, compressing the burger. He was not a fussy eater but he was a man that worked up an appetite and loved his meat.

Duke left the cooking station, covering his mouth as bits of lettuce fell from his mouth. "I got a bit ambitious," he admitted. "But revisiting this gift...Do you want a shield? Warhammer?" Sure the boys knew each other but he didn't want to waste resources on something Ajax didn't use or admire at least. "That's why I'm kinda hoping you tell me the design details and we work from there. When you're ready."

Duke had another mouthful of food when an announcement of 7 minutes in heaven happened. He shook his head automatically. If people wanted to be intimate there were actual roomie cabins for that and better, it could be with a person you actually liked. The games and minds of his peers were unfathomable. Logic and the straight road sat right in front of them and they wanted to go over the river rapids. "You going to join? I mean technically you don't even have to do anything..." He didn't know why he was trying to nudge Ajax towards the game. Probably because he hadn't played a group game with campers in ages and it'd be a nice change. It'd distract him from his thoughts.

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Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Liv did not bother to make much in the way of conversation with Eve. If Pete wasn’t going to play the game, and the little blonde minx wasn’t implanting suggestions, then there was no reason to stir the pot. She just offered her a thin sarcastic smile and looked over her outfit. The daughter of Poseidon really overdressed for this occasion. Though, she supposed it was just the girl’s attention seeking style. Not that it was wrong. It was cute attire and very much in the spirit of a bonfire at the beach.

“Yeah, if we don’t hurry up we’ll miss all the good songs,” Pete had said, and Liv didn’t reply because she felt he was more or less trying to urge them on before Eve embarrassed him more. Though, when he turned to smirk at her, she couldn’t help but cast her eyes to the ground and suppress what could have been a chuckle.

As they arrived at the party, she noted that he was all too eager to get his sister away from him. Pete taunted Eve with the thought that Mason was getting along with another woman. One that was not her. “Looks like lover boy found someone new.” After that, the vixen took off to bother other people, and thankfully so. Liv was tired of it already, and women like Eve were not her type of friend or acquaintance. She wasn't about to talk bad about his sister to his face, as that was a job for him alone. So, she let the topic of Eve flutter away like the woman herself.

“Drink?” He inquired, already headed for the booze just seconds after relief from his sister. She couldn't blame him and was partly glad that she didn't have a brother here. It meant that she could keep to herself and only venture out when necessary - training or, in this case, mandatory fun nights. If she had holed herself up in her cabin, someone would have probably come and dragged her out. There was nothing fun about mandatory fun nights, but maybe she'd catch a break from the nuances of trying to socialize with the camp's typically drama-mongers with Pete. "Don't mind if I do," she replied finally whilst snatching not one, but two from the cooler.

She strolled with Pete for a bit until they could find a spot that wasn't occupied by anyone, and she plopped her rear-end on the sand. She didn't care if he was opposed to it and sat on one of the logs, but she rather enjoyed the sand. Understandably, a lot of people did not. Liv had watched his gaze fall onto Alex, and her attention flitted from one demigod to the other. "I guess I should have dressed down for this party," she noted, mostly to herself, but he'd be able to hear it without a problem.

Her head cocked to the side, and she glanced back and over at him when he offered an apology without any actual context, “Sorry.” She assumed as she does often, that it had to do with Eve and the fact that she was a loquacious little thing that had spoken a little too much for both their comfort. Luckily for him, Liv was relatively easy-going in good company, and Pete is just about the sanest person around.

She offered him a small shrug, taking a long sip from her beer. "It's fine. I'm used to it by now. I think I am learning that the less I respond, the more people leave me alone. The more I can train, and the less they do while they are all wrapped up in their ridiculous bullshit." A sigh fell from her lips and she found herself looking over at the darkened beach and the moonlight that scattered over the catspaws of calm waters. "Have you ever been to the beach this late at night and actually get in the water? Not just drink and do dumb things like-" The announcement from Sylas came about, and she jerked a thumb toward him to wordlessly complete her sentence. "The gods are probably looking down at us trying to figure out why we would stuff two people in a closet when there are perfectly good cabins to make out in." She laughed at that.

She looked back at him to see if she could get a little something out, "Which gal would you go into a closet with?" She gestured to the various women with her beer hand while leaning back and bracing her torso against an arm.





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"He's coming this way," she warned. The son of Ares knew that his night was not going to be easy. So, when Sylas caught his prey in those predatorial eyes, he wasn't surprised at all. Part of him understood that he'd be roped into playing these games, into being made to look like an Ares kid hellbent on beating up kids in floral blouses. Not that a kid wearing that shirt was undeserving of a beat down.

For a second there, the arm closest to Sloane instinctively reached out, as if it would have wrapped around her so that they could withdraw from this situation. It just so happened that it was at the same time she thought about grabbing it herself. But the snake had rapidly slithered over, and he didn't want the other campers to take note of the fact that she needed protecting.

"Sloane. Liam," the serpent practically hissed as he grabbed Liam's shoulder. At that second, the beastly man's jaw set noticeably - he could snap at any time now. All of the muscles in his head were tense; they even pulsed to the clenching of his teeth. It was his infamous tell that all the blood in his veins was beginning to run hot. His fingers curled into white-knuckled fists. He was gearing up for tearing Sloane's brother apart in front of everyone.

"How's the new roomie situation going?" He continued to taunt him like the obvious idiot he was. Yet beneath those words were something else, something that made the hair at the back of his neck bristle. It was unsettling. He rubbed that spot for a second, having long since forgotten that Sloane told him to tell her when he felt this. Right now, he wasn't remembering much of anything save for how much he is really wishing he would have killed this guy.

Sylas' attention withdrew from Liam and fixated upon his own sister, "You used your powers on him... didn't you? She's a smart one isn't she?... Makes me wonder what she sees in a big idiot like you?" Liam hadn't spoken at all. There was no reply - no retort, only a deathly stare pinned to Sylas. He was watching. Waiting. Any second now, and he'd have the perfect excuse to knock his head off of his little ass neck, and he didn't care if anyone saw it.

Just when he thought he was going to do it, Sloane stepped in between him. Her fingers pressed against his stomach, which was tense like every other muscle in his body. It was like he was all coiled up and poised to strike. "Don't. He's just trying to get under your skin. If you hit him first, you'll look like the bad guy."

He wanted to tell her that he was a bad guy. Liam was good in Sloane's eyes because that's the only part of him she had witnessed thus far. He peered down at her as she looked up at him, and there was not a kind expression on his face. Something about his posture, the glare of red in his eyes, and his silence was all in warning. Sloane had stepped between the son of Ares, of whom was approaching the apex of his patience for the guy just right behind her. All he needed to do was go through her, and if it weren't for the simple fact that he was in control of himself, he would. Had it been any other woman, he would have pushed her aside without a second thought. She tethered him to his own self-control, and he didn't even know it was actually happening. Without him even realizing it, he was gripping her fingers in his. Palms that tightened and tightened without any sign of letting up. However, when she likely began to feel discomfort, he released her slowly.

He seethed as the sibling pair continued to bicker, "I don't control him. I'm not you."

Still, Sylas continued on his way, knowing full well that the only thing that would hold Liam back, for today was Sloane. Deep down, he knew that was because they were in view of an audience, and he wasn't going to embarrass her. "How adorable. You asked his permission didn't you? She's obviously taking advantage of you big boy. You fought her battles, give up your home... even let her worm her way into your mind willingly. Is she that good in bed?"

Liam then drew from the well of all his comebacks, knowing full well what Sylas was looking for. With all the rumors that would circulate from her staying in his cabin, he really wasn't saying something that others weren't thinking. It would probably shut Sylas up. Liam looked him deadpan, visibly relaxed himself, and smirked, "She's great in bed, actually. It must be really hard to watch your sister get laid while you're still trying to woo that sweet little redhead over there. Look, she's with another guy. You really must have a small dick, dick." he even goes as far as looking over at Evelyn. "I wonder if you’ll have to beat her up to get her to sleep with you, since you’re such a fucking coward.”

Whatever Sylas said next went in one ear and out the other. He didn't care. Soon enough, they were headed toward the bonfire. The fact that he latched onto his sister and led her out ahead of him wasn't a real concern. The little fucking coward won't do shit, but it still irked the fuck out of him.

Neither Sloane nor Liam were going to play this game in front of everyone right now. As much as it bothered him to sit back and let Sylas command them, there was no other option. Sure, Liam was strong, but that didn't mean that other Demigods couldn't beat him. Given Sylas' tenacity for persuasion, he didn't want to risk it.

Sylas thought he was a dumb idiot, but Liam is a strategic man and this is slowly starting to become a battlefield. After the Trial, and with all of the drama coming - with Hades carted away - the hammer was going to fall eventually. When it does, he didn’t want himself and Sloane to be caught on the wrong side of things. He didn’t need the campers thinking that he was the bad guy in this story.

Everyone began to sit, and Liam did, too. Only it was not next to Sloane, it was across and slightly to the right of her. She knew he was close, and he knew that Sylas was a smart man, too.

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Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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“Please, Evelyn, would you satisfy the demon in me by charming that little bottle?” Close to being persuasive. Not quite there yet. He leaned towards her, his lips by her ear. “I'll make a fair trade for your services.” Sylas pulled back to hold her gaze instead. “I'll give you one question,” he said. “Any question and I'll answer it, honestly. No lies, omissions or ambiguity.”

Making such a deal was a little sweetener in the mix. She scanned his eyes for a trace of doubt, a trace he would try to pull the wool over her eyes but he remained calm and serious. For that, he got his precious reward and went about disrupting someone else's night. Meanwhile, Evelyn went to loopholes her or Sylas could find in their trade, or what her question should be. They'd have to have another talk clarifying the terms and conditions as any good deal was made.

It didn't seem long before she heard the same voice, loud and proud regarding a game of 7 minutes in heaven. She never played before but there were enough references floating around the world for her to get the concept. You spin the enchanted bottle and spend 7 minutes with the person you desire. Her peers were lucky today, to a degree. To another, unlucky. Sylas and her would only have to navigate the desire behind the bottle and dirty secrets were revealed.

As she approached the circle somebody slid their arms through hers. Keith invited her to take a walk and Evelyn let herself be led by him. He was happy and energetic but there was also a difference at the core. One could have such luck and simply change moods to ecstatic but this was something else. He stepped in front of her for display and after a moment's silence, he spoke. “Problem solved. Hi, I’m Daniel.” He held out his hand and Evelyn raised her brows, shaking his hand obligingly. There was a large amount of bizarreness to this circumstance but a slither of it made sense all the same.

“Hi, I’ve heard so much about you.”

“I'm the son of Hecate, most my injuries are self-inflicted. I have a debatably bad habit of playing with illusions and conjurations.” Daniel reacquainted himself with her. He started to pull on his top, revealing the corresponding events with the scars. “Wendigo conjuration, zombie, crossbow.” He smirked and Evelyn had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes. He was like a naughty kid that played with fire. Somewhere, she was relieved they were self-inflicted opposed to the alternative. “And spear.” He concluded. Evelyn's eyes drifted to the scar. She didn't need to see his back again to know it was the twin. “This is the one that killed me.” Evelyn met his eyes. He didn't say almost killed him, he said it killed him. She lowered her eyes unsure of how to respond. “Thank you for your help, Evelyn,” he said.

Feeling nothing but sincerity coming from him, she nodded. “Of course.” With the air cleared and heavy subject covered, Evelyn shifted her attention back towards the converging demigods. She thought it was about time to officially join the festivities.

Daniel kissed her cheek. “You look beautiful by the way.”

She was torn between a sigh and a smile. She must have had a kiss here sign. It was a kind gesture and he offered a compliment, she had no problem with that, but the pattern normally followed a request. “Thank you.”

“Can I get the lady a drink? Theeen maybe steal a dance?”

“That's kind of a hidden request,” she muttered to herself. Daniel only sprinkled it with a lot more suggestion and apparently thievery. Evelyn glanced anxiously to the gathering demigods. She didn't like to be unpunctual or the odd one out, even for the sake of a ridiculous game. A ridiculous game that hinted at some personal information. “Should we not join the others?” Evelyn looked back to Daniel.

Strange that she couldn't simply abandon him. Whether that was etiquette prompting her or something else, she wasn't sure. Perhaps because she had very recently met this new man and they were on a fresh slate. “One,” she enunciated, seemingly out of the blue. One drink. One dance,” she said holding up her index finger, emphasising to use his chance wisely.

She linked her arm through his and led them closer gradually. There was no rush to attend to the game herself but she would like to be in observing range, see whose bottle fell on who. “You're going to have to tell me why on earth you were compelled to conjure flesh hunting creatures. I cannot begin to understand....If your reason is ‘just for fun’ however, then please spare me.” This time she unhooked their arms standing in front of him. “I'd sooner hear more on the myth of the wendigo. I know very vaguely of them but one can never be too careful. It's a myth eat myth world. To some, we shouldn't even exist.” A single brow shot up followed by an amused smile.



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“Hello, Trinity. Nice evening huh? I got in last night so that's why I am late. I am still learning the ropes here so if you have any recommendations, I'll gladly take them. Is this ya'll's first year here or have both of you been here before?”

Trinity opened her mouth to give her some recommendations alright but Andy quickly led them elsewhere. “Do you think maybe you're being a little hard on him?” Trinity huffed out. “He never questions you about your male friends. I doubt he has a dishonest bone in his body. He's arguably one of the nicest guys at camp. He's crazy about you... And he makes you happy.”

She tapped Andy’s shoulder as a playful scolding. “What the hell? Don't reverse psychology me, I asked you first and just be on my side.” Trinity sighed out shaking her head a little. This time it wasn't jealousy...well pure jealous anyway. All day she had been softening herself up, getting into a vulnerable state of mind and he comes with Alex clinging to his side. “Throw me a frickin bone,” she teased. She didn't come walking arm in arm looking bright as daisies with one of her male friends. And Alex was Alex, a very touchy-feely, flirty, beaming young woman. Trinity had half a mind to paint the picture better to Andy and Wes, acting like that with Mason before remembering their talk and Andy's conflicted feelings for him. Whether she was the jealous type or not, it wasn't a nice feeling. This wasn't about, Alex. It's about him and me.

“Don't be dumb like me and ruin a good thing.” Andy squeezed her arm. “I'm going to go take a shot... or like five. But you should go talk to him. 5 bucks says, he's already forgiven you.” Trinity glowered after Andy. Trinity wasn't done with her.

She crossed her arms then turned in time to meet eyes with Wes. “Trinity... You look gorgeous.” Be nice, she gave a mental note to herself. At the moment that meant looking between him and his hands full with his priorities. He set them on the table. “Can I get you a drink?”

The corner of her lips twitched up into a smile. She looked over to the drinks. “I’m more than capable of getting my own, thanks,” she said. Looking back to him, she caved and she smirked playfully. “Besides, I wouldn't want you to miss out on the rest of your burger.”

Then a male spoke up and suggested a game. 7 heaven. Yikes. “Did you want to join? I wouldn't kiss anyone... just stand there awkwardly for 7 minutes.” She looked up at Wes who had crept closer. “I mean, you can kiss whoever you want though... Or we could just walk around. Or I could leave you alone. I just want you to enjoy yourself... to be happy.”

“Well with your permission...” she broke off and chuckled. She should really stop tormenting the man. Trinity pat his chest, “I trust you.” She smiled up at him proudly. They both knew her statement wasn't as casual as she said, it was true and held all the depth in the world.

“I won't know what happens behind...the literal closed door, whether you kiss them or not Wes, but I know how you feel for me. That's something a kiss, a touch and the horizontal tango won't erase.” Looking at the closet Andy summoned, she quickly corrected herself. “Vertical tango, no - ” no that just became the tango, Trinity sighed out. “You get it. Besides I would never dream of denying the ladies a chance with the son of Aphrodite. You can just make up a safe word if they get too handsy and I'll come running.” She chuckled. Wes was likely used to fighting off some lust monsters.

When she saw Eve get the bottle, she shifted in front of Wes and reached back for him, pushing his hip gently to prompt him to scoot behind her. Obviously she couldn't make the guy disappear entirely with the size and frame difference but it was better to be argued about who it landed on than him be couple obvious inches to the side. Trinity tilted her head back at Wes. “Still trust you. Don't trust her,” she explained. “You look very spunky by the way,” she added.

Her strategy was to mosey on over and by then the blonde would have spun and not landed on Wes. Then she saw Liam sitting there, tense as ever, looking ready to rip into someone at the word, and she just wanted to scream. She couldn't block everyone. Quickly she decided to be a warning at least. She opened and closed her hand waiting for Wes to hold hers and Trinity plucked herself a drink and sat next to Liam. She left a decent gap because he was massive and didn't need somebody squished against him on a log, but by gods if any girls tried any funny business sliding between them... “Who do we want to kill or severely harm now?” she muttered leaning towards him. There was always somebody on the hitlist, for herself anyway.

For all she knew it could just be the social and gaming scene bringing out the worst in his mood. Trinity pat his back twice in the best 'there, there' gesture a daughter of Ares could give to her sibling. Although it wouldn't surprise her if he bit her head off in which case she'd happily respond with equal aggression. Liam and her still had a very rocky, test the waters relation. She felt an embedded loyalty and care for him but reading him or knowing how he'd respond to stuff...no.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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No one was more surprised then Ethan when Cherise and Rae pulled him in for a dance. For one thing, I never learned to dance. His teen years hadn't been spent around others his age. Well, he had gone to a few of Heath's families' 'get togethers' where his aunts tried to teach him a few moves. But sadly he had two left feet in that sense. However, Ethan did try his best to keep up with both girls. He looked for some assistance though, particularly from Heath. He caught sight of him with Keith still.

"Hey! Heath! I could use a hand here!"

Heath had been waiting for Keith's explanation when he heard his friend. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. However, he was smart enough to know that to get involved would be trouble.

"Sorry Ethan. Man up okay? You'll manage."

Ethan groaned and turned back to the ladies.

"Sorry if I am not good at this. Ya'll are great though. Try not to tire me out too much okay?"

Heath in the mean time turned back to Keith, who's real name was Daniel it seemed. It look like the explanation was too complicated for him tell him. He raised his eyebrows though at some of the things he said though. This Daniel was vastly different then Keith. However all thoughts exited his mind when Eve showed up. He pretty much ignored her. That was his mistake though when the girl touched him. He also had been looking back at Mason and Iliana and the sudden urge to separate them nearly overwhelmed him. He looked away though. His stubborn nature kicked in and he refuse to listen to his brotherly instincts. He saw Daniel greet Eve before leaving. Not wanting to be alone with Eve, he walked off and ended up near the food and watched Ajax and Duke make burgers. It was very impressive.

It wasn't long when the dancing stopped though. Iliana had been watching Ethan with Cherise and the new redhead herself. She was extremely concern for him for she could tell he was overwhelmed. She had also seen Eve around her brother and the urge to go over there and get between them was strong. A frown appeared on her face and her amber eyes flared up. Her thoughts were interrupted when Mason addressed her.

"Not so bad is it?" he asked.

Looking back at him she shook her head. He was a good dancer, but it was hard to enjoy the dance when so many thoughts filtered through her head. Luckily the dance ended and Mason soon left her side. It was at that moment that Sylas announced a game to play. She never heard of that before. Did Sylas's sister really come up with the idea? She didn't look too thrilled. Iliana was so focused on the two that she almost missed the interaction with Mason and Alex. That was the one thing she had been trying to prevent. While they were too far away for her to hear what they said, Iliana moved closer and caught Alex's annoyance. However the demigoddess soon left and approached Pete and another girl. Iliana looked around and saw Trinity and Wes. She decided to stay out of that. She then remembered Heath still had her tablet. She found him near Ajax and Duke. Heath smiled when he saw his sister.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

Relief was evident in his voice. Iliana shook her hand a bit, which meant 'okay'. She then grabbed her tablet from him before asking if he was okay and she saw Eve with him.

"I doing better now. Did Sylas make some sort of announcement?"

~Yes, he said his sister Sloane wanted to play 7 Minutes in Heaven. I don't think it was her idea though. She didn't look too thrilled. I don't know what this game is, but it involves a bottle and a closet. Andy conjured one up it seems. Eve got the bottle.~

Heath groaned. He knew what the game was. Never played it. He immediately thought of Ethan though. The guy was not a fan of tight spaces.

"Concept of the game is simple. Eve will spin the bottle and whoever it lands on, the two of them will spend 7 minutes doing anything inside of a closet. After that, the person whom the bottle land on will pick the next person to spin the bottle."

What was Sylas trying to accomplish here? Trouble of some kind it seemed. And picking Eve seemed to only confirm it. Iliana was concerned too, only for Alex though. If Mason got picked, there was a chance he could end up with Alex. What would he do then? He would dare hurt in front of the other campers right? Heath saw concern on his sisters features.

"What is wrong Lia?"

~I am afraid for Alex. I don't think she's safe here, not from Mason at least.~

Heath nodded and whispered, "I think so too, but Mason isn't dumb. He wouldn't try something now with all the campers around."

Iliana nodded and walked off. Heath sighed and decided to check on Ethan.

Ethan was relieved when the dance ended and Sylas made the announcement. He quickly left Cherise and Rae though. He knew about the game but was not interested in playing it at all. He decided to move a ways from the others and closer to the beach. He sat on a bench and this was where Heath found him.

"Not interested in going to Heaven huh?"

"Definitely not. Where is Iliana?"

"Doing her own thing. She's got a lot on her mind."

Ethan nodded and the two sat in silence.

Iliana decided to play the game. She wanted to warn Alex, but saw that the young lady kissing Pete. She ended up sitting alone watching others.

Nelly was by herself too. The words of Andy and Trinity was still ringing in her ears. She figured the best course of action now was to watch and observe and do her best to keep her thoughts to herself. She definitely wanted to play 7 Minutes in Heaven. She did have to google an explanation of it on her cell phone though. She was curious to see who Eve would pick. She had no idea who she would pick though if she got a turn.

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"So you know Mason? Well...relatively?" Daniel asked, and Eve couldn’t help flashing him a coy smile. She glanced to the pair across the dancefloor, witnessing some highly platonic dance moves, how weak. Clearly Mason wasn’t really committed to testing Heath’s tolerance. She caught Mason’s eye and he sent a smirk her way, which she returned with a sarcastic air kiss.

Turning back to Daniel, she shrugged easily playing the coy card. “I mean, I wouldn’t say I really know him.” She made no attempt to hide the insinuation about the ways she did know Mason, happy to let Daniel take what he wanted from that.

Before they could make any more conversation, Sylas stepped forward to take centre stage announcing a game of spin the bottle. 7 minutes in heaven style. He then prowled around eyeing people, so it wasn’t until the bottle was in front of her face that she realised he meant for her to start the game off. Eve eyed him suspiciously, but took the bottle off him before strolling into the centre of the gathering circle. “With pleasure.” The chance to stir some drama and bring some excitement to the party was too great to ignore. She sat the bottle down on its side and flicked it. It spun around twice before stopping abruptly. There was something unnatural about that, but Eve didn’t much care as her eyes landed on the person the bottle had chosen for her, the demigod of the Underworld himself.

With a grin she stood up and started towards him, settling in to the role of camp flirt. “Lucky you.” On her way across to Mason, Eve made sure to catch Andy’s eye and send her a smirk and wink, happy to stir more of the jealousy feelings Andy had owned up to in Olympus. “C’mon then, heaven awaits,” She piled on the flirt, as she pulled Mason up by his collar.

Mason obliged, standing to his feet and following the minx, looking her over head to toe. People could say she was flirty, trouble, a bitch etc. and they were completely accurate statements, but she was also saucy.

“This might be a dull seven minutes though,” She flashed her eyes across to where Andy was sitting, making sure she was loud enough to be heard as she recalled Andy’s exact words over breakfast. “I’ve been told I’m not allowed to use you. How boring?” Of course, adding on the innuendo might have been twisting Andy’s words and intentions a little bit, but it was more fun this way.

Without glancing around or looking back, Mason arched a brow. "Really now?" Interesting that somebody who had no business stuck their nose in again. Mason would gladly be used.

Halfway from the group to the summoned closet, away from the ears of their fellow campers, Eve spun around to walk backwards. She was facing Mason and the rest of the circle was visible just beyond his shoulder. She dropped the over the top seductress act now it was just the two of them, and her smile turned more playful. “Do you want to know if Andy’s looking this way and scowling with jealousy?”

"Ah, that's who you're stirring and here I thought you were getting attached." Mason smirked strolling after Eve then shrugged in response. He was sure Andy only said those things under the blonde's influence. The daughter of Hecate was probably lunging on her boyfriend now that he wasn't there to "judge her". "I doubt she's doing anything." Probably less of a cock block if he didn't hear about how Andy beamed the moment he walked away.

If he didn't want to know, she wasn't going to say. Upon reaching the cupboard, Eve jumped in first, holding out her hand to pull Mason up then closed the door behind him. “It’s a tight squeeze.” After a beat of silence, she let out a genuine snort of laughter at the unintended innuendo. “You won’t believe me but I genuinely didn’t mean that. Your girlfriend couldn’t have sprung for the deluxe cupboard?”

Mason climbed in after her and she said exactly what he was thinking. He even laughed at the double meaning. Even when he tried to slink himself aside so they could have some breathing space there was barely room between their bodies. Quickly his mood shifted in the comment that followed. He had thought the seductress had come out to play and challenge him to a quickie but if she kept talking about Andy, clearly it wasn't the case. "Princess wants an upgrade, why am I not surprised?" His hand came to rest upon the wall by her head. "We've been closer before. You know I don't bite unless asked."

His free fingers skimmed up and down her side. Wasting their time talking wasn't something he saw himself doing with Eve in a closet for 7 minutes in heaven. "Besides I thought the rumour claimed we were a couple, babe." He smirked. "Speaking of issues, what do you see in that hair model anyway? He's such a stick in the mud." She must have liked a challenge but to him the guy was a damn pole.

Eve let out a mock gasp of surprise. "Careful, that sounds like jealousy. Don't worry we were just swapping hair tips." With a grin she ran her hands up his chest and around his neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head. "The couch was comfier." She mumbled the last of her words as she leaned in towards him.

He wasn't sure if he leaned in or she did but his mouth was on hers suddenly, opening and closing against Eve's while his hand roamed over her. Mason ran his hand down the back of her thigh and pulled her into his pelvis, grinning on her lips.

Their fooling around brought them around to time and Mason stepped out. Eve's hair wasn't played with much and one could never tell her clothes were messed up since they already had that style, as for himself, he wasn't sure how he came out looking. Mason headed back to his fellow campers, giving a last glance over at Eve who he was very satisfied with.

Eve wandered back to the group, trailing after Mason. She was back into flirty mode ready to put on a show. So when she passed him on her way to grab a drink, she took the chance to run a hand over his back. “Come find me later babe. Wouldn’t want you going home alone to an empty cabin.” Of course, she made sure that this happened right in front of where Andy was sitting.

Picking up the discarded bottle Mason threw it to himself and looked over his fellow campers. He smiled a little to himself and approached none other than Liv. "You're up."

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Sloane sat by herself on one of the logs laid out around the bonfire, her unwilling prison until the game was over or everyone was too busy to notice her slip away. Either way she hoped it would never land on her or worse that she was handed the bottle herself. She cupped her hands together, pinning them between her knees. She was surprised Sylas didn't lash out at Liam's words, although she knew he wanted to. Yet the way Liam defended her made guilt twist in her gut. She didn't defend him, not once, but he made up a lie on the spot to protect her honor.

Her head fell slightly as she stared down at her hands. Sloane's legs started to bounce anxiously. From behind the veil of her hair she managed to glance over at Liam, who looked to be moments away from strangling someone. She was thankful her abilities were strong enough to hold. She had no idea what her brother tried to influence, but it couldn't have been good. A little of her own tension seemed to fade when she saw Trinity sit with him. Maybe she could be a better comfort to him than Sloane would be... hopefully.

“With pleasure,” Eve responded after eyeing Sylas with evident suspicion. She made her way to the center of the gathering of campers and let the bottle decide her fate. Sylas couldn't help but smirk slightly as it stopped abruptly on Mason, sparing a glance over toward Evelyn with a quirk of his brow. This was going to be fun.

With the games commenced, Sylas prowled the area like a predator searching for his next victim to antagonize. But the sight of Sloane sitting there alone, practically curled in on herself, was too good to pass up. He detoured past the refreshments, grabbing two beers, popping off their caps with the edge of the table. He walke in front of Liam, sparing him a sly smirk before he stopped in front of Sloane, holding out a beer to her. "You look like you could use a drink."

Sloane sneered, turning her head from him slightly while pushing the bottle away. "Is it poisoned?"

He chuckled. The kind of laugh that sent a chill up her spine and made her on edge. "Do I look like the son of Hera to you?" He asked rhetorically before he took a drink from the beer he had offered, then held it out to her once again.

She stared blankly at the fire, ignoring the offered drink and her brother. Sloane shifted, crossing her arms over her chest. But it seemed no matter how much she ignored his presence, Sylas kept pushing. He clicked his tongue before taking a seat beside her, setting the drink in the sand next to her feet. "Boyfriend over there looks like he's about to blow a gasket," he said as he nodded his head toward Liam. "Funny that he left you by yourself. Bored of you already? Hmm," he hummed before taking a drink from his own bottle.

Sylas then leaned his head closer to her, like he was sharing some secret with her. "What did you expect? He acts all chivalrous for you once and then you spread your legs?" He pointed his bottle at her legs as he raised a brow. "He got what he wanted and now he's done with you."

Sloane crossed her right leg over her left as if it would protect herself from his words. She inhaled deeply from her nose trying to remain indifferent or calm. Nothing he said was true, yet it still wormed its way into her mind giving her doubts. She wasn't going to give him what he wanted by reacting. No matter how much she wished to twist his words against him or simply deny them.

"Who am I kidding?" he laughed as he sat back upright. "You didn't let him lay a hand on you. Sure, you might have thought about it. He is a handsome man." Sylas even managed to looked over at Liam, knowing full well he'd be watching his every move. "It was galant how he was so quick to lie for you, while you just stood there."

Sloane tensed, sitting straight as a pin. Her jaw clenched but she still remained silent. All the while, Sylas fed off of it all like a leech. He knew how to dig and where. He slowly raised his hand, tugging at the collar of her turtle neck to get a glimpse at the marks he left on her. "How long do you think he can protect you?"

She smacked away his hand, quick enough that she hoped no one would see while they were involved in frivolity. "Don't touch me," Sloane hissed.

"You can't keep him from me forever," Sylas whispered in her ear as he stared at Liam for an uncomfortable amount of time. "One day, when you're not there next to him.... When your influence has faded and he thinks he's safe, I'll be there." He pretended to be in thought for a moment or two before continuing. "I haven't decided how I'll do it. Maybe I'll make him kill you with his bare hands. Let him live with the guilt of what he did... Or perhaps he'll slit his own throat right before your eyes. I do like that option."

Sloane's chest heaved with each breath from the weight of his words. Her nostrils flared as she looked over at Sylas. "If I come back... Will you leave him alone?" she asked as she finally looked over at her brother beside her.

"There is no version of this where you win." Sylas replied. His voice was cold, harsh and unforgiving.

Sloane held her brother's gaze as a tear rolled down her cheek. This is exactly what he wanted and he got it. He'd broken her. There is no where she'd feel safe from him, because there was no where she would be. But worse, the only friend she had was going to be her undoing. Even when she wasn't wrapped around his finger, Sylas still managed to make her scared. She was right where he wanted her. He took a hold of her face before placing a kiss on her forehead. As he held her there, his thumb brushed away her tear so no one else could see it. He wouldn't let her blow his cover. "You've made your bed, dear sister. Now lie in it," he whispered.

Sylas then stood up, his signature fake smile plastered on his face. "Don't worry sis, it'll be your turn soon enough," he said, giving her a soft pat on the shoulder. He spoke loud enough so that if others wondered about their conversation, it appeared to be no more than Sloane being dramatic about the game. She couldn't careless at that point.

Sloane remained where he left her, sitting on the log alone, staring at the fire. Her cheeks were flushed, so it might have appeared she was embarrassed by her brother's words. A normal response. But in truth, she was trying to remain unemotional while eyes could be on her. Her expression was cold and calculating like she often appeared in large crowds, but her eyes said something else. Not that the other campers would notice. None of them knew her. She hoped that her brother's act, along with her own, was enough to divert their interest. Sloane didn't want anyone else to be brought into her mess. And even as she sat there, she searched for anyway to get Liam out of it before it was too late.





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“I’m more than capable of getting my own, thanks,” Trinity replied to his offer and actually smiled. Wes felt some of his nervousness instantly ease away. She wasn't biting off his head. It was a start. “Besides, I wouldn't want you to miss out on the rest of your burger.” Wes laughed, but he didn't need her to tell him twice. He was starving. So, with her permission he took another bite, but a normal sized bite, like a human, not an animal. He still made quick work of it, not wanting to be rude and stuff his face in front of her.

Part of Wes wanted her to decline the offer to play 7 minutes in heaven. But he just wanted her happy and to know he trusted her. Of course, he didn't like the idea of her locked up in there with someone else. But Trinity could do what she wanted. “Well with your permission...” She chuckled, which made him smile and laugh softly.

Wes's gaze then fell to her hand as she patted his chest. “I trust you.” Then she smiled up at him. Wes's heart skipped a beat and he quickly found himself smiling like a stupid idiot again, like she always made him do. He didn't know if he'd ever hear her say it after everything. And even though she might have said it casually, he knew it meant so much more than that.

“I won't know what happens behind...the literal closed door, whether you kiss them or not Wes, but I know how you feel for me. That's something a kiss, a touch and the horizontal tango won't erase.” Trinity looked at the conjured closet and tried to correct herself. “Vertical tango, no - You get it. Besides I would never dream of denying the ladies a chance with the son of Aphrodite. You can just make up a safe word if they get too handsy and I'll come running.”

Wes sighed softly. He didn't like joking about it, but it was better than her being mad at him. "That won't..." He sighed again, rolling his eyes as he tipped his head back dramatically. "Fine, fine. Watermelon. If you hear watermelon send the fire brigade because I'm being molested by hordes of women. Happy?" He asked with a chuckle.

He hadn't been paying much attention to the proceedings going on around himself and Trinity. Wes knew it was 7 minutes in heaven. He was in High School once, he knew how it worked. But since the bottle was never shoved in his direction, he didn't feel the need to overly concern himself with what was going on since him and Trinity were actually talking, and laughing. But then Trinity moved in front of him. Wes's eyes widened slightly as she reached back toward him and pushed his hips to guide him behind her. His brows furrowed as he laughed slightly, she wasn't really hiding him. He could see clear over her head. But he let her move him all the same. He liked her being protective.

“Still trust you. Don't trust her,” Trinity said as she looked back at him over her shoulder. It was only then that he noticed it was Eve who was spinning the bottle. He nodded his head toward Trin with a slight smile. Wes wasn't going to argue. He had no desire to be shoved in a closet with her either. “You look very spunky by the way.”

Wes looked down at his clothes, almost forgetting whatever in the hell he was wearing. He smiled as his gaze shifted back up to the back of her head. "Thanks. I wanted to look nice... for you," he added. Wes was never really bashful about his feelings, intentions or flirting and this wasn't any different. What was it going to hurt if she knew he wanted to look good for her. Trinity probably could guess that, but hearing it was something else entirely.

His brows furrowed when he saw Trinity's hand reach out behind her, opening and closing as a silent invitation for him to take it. Wes slowly reached out and took ahold of her hand, sliding his fingers between hers. It was silly for him to focus on something so small, but just feeling her hand in his again made him smile. It was small, but it was his. Wes grabbed his drink and let her guide him toward the circle. She took a seat beside her brother who was definitely looking a little rough around the edges. “Who do we want to kill or severely harm now?”

Wes didn't want to intrude if they needed a moment to talk. So, he slowly slipped his hand from Trinity's and set his drink down in the sand beside her. "I'll go get you a drink, man," he offered to Liam, giving him a friendly, gentle pat on the back. He hoped he didn't overstep a line or anything, just trying to be friendly and give them space. Wes's other hand softly rested on Trinity's shoulder. His thumb softly brushed the back of her neck as he spoke to her. "I'll be right back."

He took his time walking back toward the refreshments, slipping his hands into his pockets. Wes watched as Eve's spin landed on Mason... With a strange motion of the bottle. His brows furrowed as he looked around at the other campers. Was someone using their abilities? He wasn't sure and Wes was the last person to play Sherlock Holmes. Either way, the game definitely was off to a hell of a start. Eve made a show out of grabbing Mason by the collar and leading him to the closet. He didn't seem to put out by it.

Wes shook his head as he turned around and finally grabbed a cold beer for Liam. He popped off the cap easily enough with the thumb of his mechanical arm, surprising himself. He chuckled. Well, this was going to be fun. He took his time returning back to the bonfire, taking the seat beside Trinity. He held out the drink toward Liam with a smile. "I would offer my help with murdering someone. But I'm pretty sure I'd just get in the way... Or get yelled at by your sister." Wes smiled playfully as he looked over at Trinity.




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Andy sighed softly as she watched the other campers gather around the bonfire like moths, all wanting their chance to be shoved in a closet with an un-expecting partner. Some of the willing participants surprised her, along with some of the people who seemed to want nothing to do with the game. She had half a mind to stand up and wonder off down the beach, but with Daniel lingering around somewhere, if he saw her walk off, he'd drag her back just as quickly.

She brought her drink up to her lips as she looked around. Andy's gaze stopped on Mason just as he bumped into Alex and exchanged a distasteful glance and most likely snide words. She probably should have focused on the technicalities of the game, or who was spinning but she found herself watching Alex. Andy still didn't care for the girl, not that she had as strong of a reason as Mason. But it seemed the more Alex did, the more she got on Andy's nerves.

Just as she went to take another sip of her drink and divert her attention, Alex was all over some guy. Andy choked on her beer, bringing her hand to cover her mouth as she coughed. Gods, how many guys has she played tonsil hockey with since they came to camp? The thought made Andy's face scrunch up as she rolled her eyes and looked elsewhere for a distraction. Luckily, it didn't take long. Some red head, Andy couldn't recall if she had met or not, decided to take it upon herself to address the group.

"Since we will only have seven minutes in the closet, I would prefer no talking and just doing. I just wanted to get that out there, so no one wastes my time. If you are opposed to groping, kissing, or the removal of clothing items - my safe word is 'bananas.' Now that you've been forewarned, I don't want anyone going behind my back saying that I was inappropriately touchy-feely. No safeword, no boundaries. I simply find 'stop' and 'no' to be confusing in the context of sexual activity of any kind is all. I say 'stop' and 'no' sometimes, and it hardly means those things."

Andy's eyes went wide at the confession, taking another drink. It was going to be a long night. She finished her drink, determined that it was going to be the only one she had for the night. Drunkenness is not what she needed right now. She placed the empty bottle by her feet with a sigh. As she sat back up, she caught a glimpse of Trinity talking to Wes. She smiled to herself, her friend could be mad at Andy for diverting her own issues for another time. Trin didn't need to worry about her at the moment.

“Lucky you.” Eve's voice caught her attention. Andy looked toward the blonde, the bottle and then who it pointed at... Mason. She had barely been paying enough attention to know someone was chosen and the game had already begun. Part of her wished she was still zoned out and didn't notice. But now it seemed she couldn't divert her gaze as Eve slunk her way toward toward him. The blonde made sure to look directly at Andy as she did. She was even ballsy enough to flash her a smile and a wink as she passed by.

“C’mon then, heaven awaits,” Eve said to Mason as she took him by his collar and pulled him to his feet. Andy made sure her gaze was fixed on the bonfire before Mason or Eve could look back at her. “This might be a dull seven minutes though.” She could feel Eve's eyes on her and spared a sideways glare toward the girl, but didn't let her face show anything. “I’ve been told I’m not allowed to use you. How boring?” It was more difficult that she thought, pretending to be uninterested. Andy focused on the fire as she crossed her arms over her chest. She looked fairly calm and tried to play it off that she was bored rather than anything else. But her knuckles her white.

7 minutes my ass. It felt like an hour. Maybe that was because Andy was sitting alone with no one to talk to, or maybe it was because as every second ticked by her mind was plagued with what could be happening in that closet. When she heard the door open, she let out a sigh of relief. Her eyes closed as she let her head fall slightly. She didn't dare look in their direction. You don't care what happened, she told herself over and over.

“Come find me later babe.” The shrill voice was right in front of Andy and there was no way she could ignore it. She swallowed as she opened her eyes and looked up at Eve. Annoyance evident in her eyes as she watched her paw over Mason. All the while, Andy willed her empty beer bottle to roll along the sand until it stopped before the blonde. “Wouldn’t want you going home alone to an empty cabin.”

Just when Eve went to take a step, she tripped over the bottle, nearly falling. Andy jumped up to her feet, pretending like she was going to help the girl steady herself. "Oh my gosh, I should have thrown that away. I'm so sorry," she said with fake sympathy. "Wouldn't want you to break your neck," Andy added coldly. She then picked up the bottle and walked away, tossing it in the trash.

She lingered away from the crowd for a couple minutes, giving Eve plenty of time to figure out wherever the hell she was going so Andy could go somewhere else. Her gaze fell on Trinity who sat in the middle of a Wes and Liam sandwich, the later looking 5 minutes away from murdering someone himself. What better way to get people to leave her alone then by sitting next to two of the most intimidating people at camp? Andy slowly made her way back to the circle, sitting next to Liam, opposite of Trinity. She didn't have anything to say, or maybe she didn't know what to say. It didn't matter. She just continued to sit and stare at the fire like earlier, it was just this time she wasn't alone.

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“Who do we want to kill or severely harm now?” The inquiry whispered in his head like some voice in the far off distance. That’s how he felt right now - like a small pathetic creature allowing an actual small pathetic creature to put him in this prison. There were no bars, no walls, just a brutish soul of a man clawing and begging to be relieved of this dumb hunk of flesh and bone just sitting there, sulking - hating everything. Sylas was begging for him to do it, and most of him wished to oblige his request. Even at the expense of being damned to wherever the hell Demigods go when they fuck up severly.

Liam didn’t answer the blonde quite yet; broad shoulders rising and falling in a heavy cadence of someone that is trying to stay put on his ass. He was hunched over, knees spread apart and one hand in the fist of another dangling just over his lap. His knuckles were white and the veins in his arms were peeking to the surface. If anyone could feel the rage trying to boil over, it would be Trinity. With her was Wes, of whom seemed to sense that the two Ares children needed some quality seething time.

"I'll go get you a drink, man. I'll be right back." Wes offered, leaving him alone with Trinity.

Then she patted him on the back, and that seemed to snap his attention towards her right away. He didn’t punch her because he had more control than that. It took other things to set him off. He blinked, shook his head, cleared his throat, and brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. ”That turd,” he said quietly, trying to make sure that no one else heard their conversation, and pointed to Sylas. He didn’t give two shits if he witnessed it. He should be very aware that there could be two Ares children waiting to find him alone. ”I walked Sloane home last night, and that fucker hit her as soon as she was inside. So, I fucked him up. I should have killed him. I was this close,” he just barely pinched his index finger and thumb together to really accent the nearness of Sylas’ demise. ”He’s fucking testing me because she’s staying with me. Packed all her shit up and took it to my cabin.”

He paused for a moment and then realized something, ”Do not talk to that guy. Don’t let him touch you, either,” he warned darkly. He’s not sure if Sylas’ powers were the same as Sloane’s, but just in case - Liam didn’t want to end up having to beat his half-sister up. ”If I were you, I would just knock him out as soon as he opens his mouth. I’m not sure what his long game is. But don't say anything to anyone. Just -let me figure this out first.”

Another sigh fled his lips if a flustered huff, ”I do have another problem. I think - I think she’s growing on me. I’m not sure I can…” he trailed off because it was hard to put the whole thought process into words. ”It’s just not safe. I mean, she placed herself between me and Sylas, and I almost wanted to shove the shit out of her. Inside of my head, I was picturing the whole thing.”

Wes came just in time for Liam’s next question directed at Trinity. ”Wasn’t that the guy you were grumbling about during the Trial? He seems like an okay chap to me.” He too the beer that was offered to him, but didn’t drink from it. Not yet. He was not in a good place. ”It doesn’t matter. I don’t give a fuck. Just - ugh, women and their woman powers of crippling a man.” He made one of those gestures with his arm and hand toward Wes as if to say, you know what I fucking mean, bet my sister gives you all kind of hell. Because if he said it, Trinity might punch him in the face.

"I would offer my help with murdering someone. But I'm pretty sure I'd just get in the way... Or get yelled at by your sister." Wes replied, but Liam just shook his head. He wasn’t sure that anyone could help him. He couldn’t even help Sloane unless she was right there with him every second of every day, and she wouldn’t be.

He’d go quiet for awhile, stealing a quick glance over at Sloane without allowing his attention to even consider her brother. She’s going home with Liam, so he just had to bear this for a little while. Maybe Sylas will get bored of it. Maybe that redhead will finally sleep with him so that he could relieve all that tension. ”Just - don’t worry about it - either of you. I can take care of it myself. Just don’t say anything, and if you value your friends - keep Sylas away from them.”

Then Sylas went out of his way to antagonize Liam’s primal urge to jump out of his seat and strangle him until his lips turned blue and his legs and arms stopped failing about. When Sloane’s brother sat down next to her, he gripped the beer bottle tighter and tighter. It was starting to crack, and within one seemingly long moment it was crushed. Some of the thicker and more sharp edges of glass nicked his skin; a mixture of blood and beer running down his hand and his wrists. He stared at Sylas; and his vision was beginning to blur into a cloudy red haze - the rage rolling off of him so thickly that it could make the hairs of that twerp of a Hades kid bristle at the back of his neck. Even Sloane's figure melted away, leaving only Sylas. That was probably the most dangerous part of his blood lust that he feared. The world was slipping away so fast.

He didn’t even notice Andy. He was beginning to hardly recall that he was in a public space. He glared through the flicker of flames, and for a second there - his body was still, like his breath was caught in a tensely risen chest. He was going to spring, and there was only Trinity there to stop him. Maybe even Wes! Who even knew at this point if there was anyone that could at this very second.

Maybe Andy chose the wrong man to sit next to after all.

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Of course Mason would hand the bottle off to none other but Liv, of whom had insulted him enough over the last two days. She plucked it from his hand with faux gratitude - a quick smile with the tilt of her head. She leaned forward and placed the bottle down, then gave it a spin.

And it spun, and it spun, and it spun. Evelyn’s mischievous magic sought a connection with someone, but there was none. The motion of the bottle was awkward; the momentum hardly dying down as it should while it searched for a hint of desire from Liv for someone. There was Pete, and that much was obvious since it appeared they arrived together on some sort of sad loner’s date. Yet, there was nothing there of note. Then it slowed, if only for a second, when it came to Wes - a natural choice; the default vessel of desire that pretty much lit a small fire in every woman. Maybe it was Trinity sitting next to him, but it’s speed resumed in the blink of an eye.

Maybe it was something else.

The magic latched onto a different kind of desire entirely. Liv didn’t seek anything of the flesh, but there was insidious vengeance brewing in her steady downward spiral. It was a seed buried for so long, seemingly watered by the blood that Trinity drew on Olympus and now sprouting into some sort of vile sapling aching to root to something that could help nurture it. It found a tether, and it was an unseeming one - a man that would have the same desire as she did. It was a connection that the pair would not know they had until they had seven minutes alone.

It stopped at Sylas.

Liv canted her head at the brother conversing with his obviously uneasy sister. Naturally, she thought the bottle landed on him by chance, so it was of no concern to her that there was an underlying madness to his game.

She stood and clapped her small hands over her dark jeans, after burying the beer bottle in the sand, to dislodge the debris of the beach that settled on it. She wasn’t dressed for this game at all. Nothing about her screamed easy access, and Sylas might as well as believe she is the same prude as his sister. It didn’t matter. Rules were rules, and she offered him a quick and snappy smile, “Looks like you’re up,” she states, unsuspecting of his nature, and of his intention regarding squeezing two people into a small space. Her demeanor was relatively easy-going, and she turned briskly and headed for the closet.

To say Sylas was surprised at the outcome of that particular spin was an understatement. He paid no mind to the spin once Liv set it off, he was certain it couldn't have landed on him. Yet a clap and some words spoken made him glance over his shoulder in his direction to find the brown glass pointed right at him. Interesting. "It would seem so," he smirked slightly, laying on a little bit of the charm... For the audience, of course. He stood up and downed the rest of the beer before he trailed after the brunette.

“Well, this is going to be one tight squeeze,” she noted to herself and slid through its open doors.

Sylas, a gentleman as always, let her in first. And just before he slipped in himself, he caught the faint sound of glass shattering. Back around the fire, Liam stared daggers at him with blood and beer dripping from his hand. He couldn't help but smirk before sliding into the closet and closing the doors behind him.

Saying it was tight might have been an understatement. Not only was the closet small, but whatever Andy conjured up actually had some clothes and things in it. Well, it was an authentic experience if anything. Sylas's back was against one of the walls while left maybe six inches between the two. He could have just made a move, that's what most people did in his situation. But Liv was giving off strong don't touch me there vibes, plus his curiosity was getting the better of him.

"Well, now that we're alone, I have to ask... Why me?" Sylas quirked a brow as he looked down at Liv. Sure, she didn't know the truth of the charm but he did. And before she could comment about how 'it just landed on him' or anything else, he clarified. "The bottle was enchanted." He smirked slightly. "And after the way you acted at breakfast, I doubt that you're harboring some deep-seeded crush. Although, I would be flattered."

Her brows furrowed in confusion at his inquiry, and as soon as her lips dared to part to utter the exact words he thought she would, he confessed to utilizing some sort of enchantment on the bottle. There was pause - a minute ticked by because she couldn’t figure out what that meant. It meant something, and she was a smart woman.

Her head turned just so that she looked at him suspiciously in that way that just barely turned one eye away, then she stepped closer. If closer was a thing, as six inches was pretty much in the intimate zone. Both of her hands rose, and fingers brushed along his neck - her nails gentle against his skin. Sylas raised his jaw, giving her a better view, while his gaze remained fixed on her. Then her hands moved to the collar of his shirt where they tugged gently. He let himself be pulled forward to fill whatever space remained in the closet. His left hand pressed against the wall behind her to stabilize himself. Since he was taller than her, she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. By this time, they were chest to chest, not that she was much to look at.

”Let me guess - you wanted to know who people really desired? Cause a bit of drama?” She took a stab at the only conclusion she could come up with - as Mason and Eve were quite the on and off again pairing it seemed.

"Smart," he replied not much louder than a whisper. Sylas was intrigued by this woman before him. No doubt one of the types who doesn't know she attractive, the naive type of modesty. Those type of women either rejected all compliments or melted from them. Yet his curiosity circled around what desire she could have of him. It may not be sexual, but her body language spoke otherwise.

”I don’t desire you," she said pointedly, and it ended in a manner that would imply there was a ‘but’ in there somewhere.

"Pity," he said with a smirk.

”But maybe there’s a part of me that wants something from you and I don’t know it yet,” she kept her tone low, her eyes dropping back to his neck. She didn’t know what had happened to him, or who did this - but something in the pit of her stomach begged to find out. ”Frisky woman or irate peer?”

Sylas didn't shift his gaze from Liv's although hers often flicked down to his neck. He kept his head facing downward as he took a fraction of a step forward. His chest pushed against Liv's, pressing her back into the wall. His hands rested against the closet on either side of her, pinning the brunette where she stood. With one word or push he'd back off. But something in the way she acted told him otherwise.

One of Liv’s hands instinctively reaches behind her, but fails to get to the point where it might cushion her back against her collision with the wall. It just sort of gently clawed at it, as if to find someplace to be since its original intent was missed entirely. The other palm, the fingers now grasping the collar of his shirt tightly in an uncertain way, hardly had any real room to move. He had her strongly sandwiched between himself and the wall.

He lowered his head, his mouth less than an inch from her ear. "Are you sure you want to know?" Sylas's voice was rough and deep. His breath hot on her neck as his the tip of his nose nearly grazed her cheek. "What if I'm a monster?" A deep breath caressed her skin as his lips just barely brushed along the nape of her neck.

She swallowed hard at that; goosebumps peeking along the surface of her flesh as the sultry breath flutters across it. Every logical process in her mind, whatever little of it there was, screamed that she shouldn’t listen to him. Yet he never gave her a reason to suspect that he was vile. Then there was that vulnerable side of her - that naive side - that needed something from him. After all, she was rash and temperamental. On her own, she’d not have much success in her quests. Sylas was cunning, obviously, from the way he poisoned this seemingly innocent game with his own need to sew a little discord.

They had but a few minutes left - maybe three, maybe four. It didn’t feel as though things were happening as swiftly as they were, especially now that they were so close. She managed to wiggle both of her hands free of their awkward positions, and lowered one so that she was no longer just grasping him, but seizing one of his belt loops to pull him in closer. She rose to the tips of her toes, turned her head so that her lips met his ears, pressed the other palm to the back of his neck, and replied finally, ”You want to tell me. Sylas, was it?” Another pause before she commenced, ”You want to tell me because there’s no desire more seductive..” she’d have jerked him closer if it weren’t for the simple fact that they were already on top of one another. Liv’s words come at a seductive tenor - slow and purposefully enunciated. ”... or more satisfying than vengeance. And if you’re a monster, then that’s just what you are. Who am I to change the nature of a beast?”

A smirk played across Sylas's face as she pulled him even closer by a belt loop. His head leaned into her whispers. His hands slowly ran down the wall as a soft moan rumbled in his throat at his words. He traced the tip of his nose up her neck and along her jaw until he was mere inches from her face, staring down into her eyes. "Someone close to me disrespected me... So I hurt them." His voice was quiet. And although the sexual tension still radiated from their bodies, his expression was more serious. Sylas was gauging her reaction to this sliver of truth he shared. "The son of Ares was a witness." He didn't elaborate any further. Liv could connect the dots.

If she were reasonable, she'd leave this all alone. There must have been a reason for his violence. Yet his malicious vibes set both alarm bells off, and drew her in at the same time. She said nothing about his confession, but smirked at the thought that it was the Ares kids that locked them in this all-too tight space. ”Ooo, Ares spawn. What a tether these basic minds couldn't even begin to fathom. Maybe we can...help each other.”

Liv would leave it at that, as there was nothing left to say in the short minute or so that was left to them. She brought her hands up to the sides of his face, leaned in, and snagged his lower lip with her teeth. Sylas practically growled at the contact. Sure, she could really use some other intimate contact, but Evelyn's magic lended them only enough time to build to one point. And it had been relatively easy to do, for women like Liv were the most prone to dangerous minds. It was as if she drank in his darkness, and he was happy to see her intoxicated by it. His hands ran down her sides slowly. Then in a swift move, they hooked under her bottom and hoisted her up. She pinned her thighs tightly to his hips and crossed her ankles someplace at the small of his back. There wasn't much time left, definitely not enough to be rid of clothing, but he was going to enjoy what time he did have.

When the seven minutes was finally up, Sylas let out a sigh as he managed to pull himself from her and slowly lower her back down to the ground. They both look a bit disheveled, no doubt taking full advantage of the short time they did have. Sylas's hair went in every direction and it even appear a few buttons of his shirt managed to come undone. And while Liv's hair remained fairly intact, her neck was a road map for his appetite, subtle teeth marks and perhaps a hickey or two. He held the door open for her and trailed after her as they returned to the group. He ran a hand back through his hair, trying to sort it at least a little before he snatched up the bottle. His turn to choose once again. As he took care of that, Liv was straightening her own self

Sylas looked around at all the campers and there were a fair bit who seemed less inclined to play. It seem the trio that was practically attached at the hips had somewhat learned to sever their ties, but the two boys still lingered far from the circle. He smirked, trudging straight out of the circle toward them. Sylas held out the bottle toward Ethan and Heath, cocking his head to the side slightly. "Who comes to a party and doesn't partake in the festivities?" He flipped the bottle in the air, catching it by the neck. He pointed at each of the males with the glass, before holding it out as an offer for either of them to take. "Which one of you will it be then?" One of them had to go. His money was on Rapunzel.

Liv, herself, dipped out of the game so that the bottle wouldn't land on her. Judging by Sylas' explanation of the game, she doubted that it would henceforth. She tucked her hands into her jeans and sought out the shoreline after grabbing a few beers, of which she hugged to her chest with one arm.

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Liv had made it to a lonely section of the beach and buried most of the beer bottles half way into the cooling cradle of sand. Her eyes ventured out to the darkened horizon, then she looked back for a fleeting moment to observe a bonfire that has grown quieter from over here. Then it was back to staring at the water - pensively watching the catspaws ripple beneath the touch of the moon. She bent down to pull off her shoes and socks, and then her jacket was soon to follow. It was never too late for a night time dip in the ocean when no one was really looking.

She had peeled away the frumpy layers of her t-shirt and jeans, as neither of them fit her right anyway. The stupid bitch, Alex, stole away the only person in this whole party that would publically tolerate her. Now that she was so far away from Sylas, it was like coming down from a high. She knew that the monster was there, but she was beginning to second guess if it was worth it. Regardless, she had tugged the clothing off of her form to divulge a one-piece bathing suit that was dark enough for Liv to go relatively unnoticed. If it weren't for the fact that she was pale, she'd have melted into the darkness.

She walked forward after leaving a trail of her clothing behind her, to step into the low tide of the water as it flowed into the beach and then ebbed back out into the ocean again. It was a long while that she stood out there, just looking out and peering - probably searching for something. Maybe it was for her father, of whom never seemed to be there for her when she needed him. Her hand lifted and fingers trailed over her neck, swiftly maneuvering her darkened hair enough to cover up the evidence of Sylas' mouth having been all over it only minutes ago.

She just stared, and stared, and stared, yet nothing came of it. No answers, no father - not even a fucking cute ass dolphin or anything. Nothing but a voice that finally brushed through her contemplative quiet, “I thought you held all that shit in disdain?”

She swiveled her gaze to greet him with a small smirk inching over her otherwise thoughtful features, "Is that a bit of jealousy that I am hearing? Would you be more amused if it were you?" But she didn't eally expect much of an answer. "Besides, that bottle could have landed on anyone, and I might as well as get it over before I got it and it pointed at someone totally insufferable. I couldn't imagine being stuck in a closet with, let's say... Alex." She even made kissy faces at him. Was she testing his boundaries, or was she just being coy? It was likely a little bit of both. He could probably smell the fact that she was hiding something. While Sylas was far away, their little closet interaction ignited something in her - that small ember that just needed the right person to stoke it. Certainly the Poseidon girl had her daddy's taste for vengeance and jealousy. Together, they were not good traits.

She gave him her brightest but quickest smile, and then turned to face him. She walked back slowly into the waters, having remembered that he said something about never having swam at a beach.

Well, she can't have that nonsense.

There was a tease in her eyes, but it wasn't that hot sexual energy that one might presume. In fact, Sylas had her pegged - she didn't feel pretty or hot enough to exude it. Instead, it was almost like holding a treat out for a dog, or some other bad metaphor like that, to get it to do something new or maybe even a trick. Further back now, the sea's cool waters embraced her up to her waist, and she held her palms over its surface out at either side of her. "I can tell you a secret, but... you have to want it." It could have been something. It could have been nothing. He probably wouldn't even take the bait, or maybe he was so into Alex that the thought of having a night time dip at the beach with the Camp's pariah child would be damning for their relationship. Whatever it was. "I do solemnly swear that I won't drown you, use my powers, or kiss you. If you're worried about any of that for any reason."

She stopped where she was and waited, head sort of tilted and eyebrows raised slightly. "I mean, unless you're just scared... then...." she shrugged and feigned a dramatically disappointed sigh.

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Andy didn't mean to eaves drop on the conversation between Ares siblings, but it was hard not to when she sat right beside them... And so far, it seemed like neither of them noticed her presence. Which, honestly, was fine by her. She didn't particularly care if she was noticed or not. She just didn't want to be sitting by herself. It just looked like an open invitation for whomever to come up and bug her. And she was in a 'do not bother me' mood.

She tried her best to zone it out, which didn't seem too terribly hard with everything that's on her mind. Something about Liam nearly killing Sylas and then whispers and rumors had already spread around camp about Sloane staying with him in his cabin. "Just - don’t worry about it - either of you. I can take care of it myself. Just don’t say anything, and if you value your friends - keep Sylas away from them." His words weren't directed at her, but Andy still took the warning to heart.

Then it got quiet. It was only the sound of glass cracking that caught her attention. Andy looked down at the bottle grasped in Liam's hand, then his face, and then where he was glaring. On the other side of the bonfire sitting on a log was Sylas, talking intimating with a small brunette who seemed to be putting on her best act, a feeling Andy could sympathize with. She didn't catch the full conversation between Liam and Trinity but remembered the name Sloane being mentioned. Not someone she has personally met. But by the rage on Liam's face, she could assume that that girl was her. Then the bottle shattered, causing Andy to gasp and jump. "Holy shit!" She just sat there looking between Liam's cut arm and his face. She had no idea what to do.

But before she could have done anything Trinity took him by the arm and exchanged harsh words with him. “Liam you know he's testing you, you said it yourself.” Andy nearly reached out to take the blonde's hand and stop her from making him bleed more. But, she wasn't dumb enough to get between two Ares kids. That was a fight she'd lose everytime. Trinity scolded her brother, tough love maybe. And once she was done, she finally removed the glass shard from his arm which allowed Andy to breathe, a little, at least.

Then Liam had something to say in return to Trinity. Gods Andy was over all this drama. She quickly regretted her decision to sit there. She couldn't very well get up at that point though. Instead she shared sympathetic gazes with Wes who seemed just about as uncomfortable as her. It seemed after some scolding of his own, it came to an end and Trinity walked away. It was only then that Liam seemed to actually notice her presence. And at the flip of a switch, he had some sort of expression that he must have found seductive and looked her up and down.

Andy instinctually crossed her arms over her chest when she felt like he may have x-ray vision. She furrowed his brows as he proceeded to hit on her, while still bleeding. "Normally I'd say that I'd love to scratch the itch you look like you have, but you fucking women here are crazy. You're hot, though. Really hot. But I mean, if you want some of this." Liam then motioned to himself like he was open for business and ready for her to jump him. "All you gotta do is say so."

Her right hand raised to cover her mouth as Andy stifled a laugh. "No," was all she said with a shake of her head. She appreciated the... sexist compliment. It wasn't like either of the guys that have been rolling around in her mind had anything to say to her. "I wouldn't want you to upset your... Sloane," she said, nodding her head toward the girl. "She looks like her day has been hard enough."

Then Liam left, heading over in Sloane's direction, leaving Andy alone with a confused Wes who'd probably trail after Trinity any moment.

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Cherise was in some kind of silly conversation with the ginger; hand gestures this way and that, nodding, laughing - a little bit of everything. The discussed the pairings that had already embarked on the closet adventure, however, neither of the girls knew anyone enough to judge. It was mostly based on superficial things like appearance, and stuff like that. Apollo's daughter had other things on her mind, but Rae was an excellent distraction.

"What does it take to get a bottle pointed at you around here, hm?" Rae inquired with the flailing of her arms and a huffy sigh of frustration. "To think the gods crafted such fine male specimens and they are getting paired with duds." That was more or so directed at the brunette that had gone in with Sylas. Seriously, who dresses that that at a beach party? After the unseeming duo come out and disgraced in their disheveled state, she wrinkled her nose. Her eyes trailed after Sylas as he sought out the dissenters of the group. She cocked her head to the side, "Interesting."

As she anxiously awaits the spin of the bottle, her eyes snap to Cherise of whom had wandered off into la-la land like the pathetic little daydreamer she could sometime be. It was likely that she was caught somewhere between drunk and that teeny-tiny green-eyed monster lurking just beneath the surface of an otherwise sweet girl. She was about to speak when Iliana came over and sat down next to Cherise.

She offered a bright-lipped smile at the girl and introduced herself, "Hello, I'm Rae." Of course, it took her a second to realize that there was an iPad involved in this conversation, and she leaned over Cherise's lap just a bit to take a gander at it. "Nice to meet you. Don't mind Cherise. She's being a drag tonight. I think it has a little bit to do with her boy toy and a certain red-headed woman that is quite lovely."

Cherise blinked out of her thoughts and then dragged her attention to the iPad. She looked up at Iliana and smiled, but then swatted at Rae in a sort of clandestine behind her back movement with a hand. "Oh, hey, Iliana. I'm fine, really. You shouldn't really walk around worrying so much about people. Don't you think that you're going to stress yourself out a bit like that?" It was a genuinely curious inquiry, and her tone was soft and warm as it was always.

Rae popped up onto her feet and looked down at the pair of conversationalists, her eyes quickly fleeting to the area where there were Duke and Ajax. Excellent. Just the kind of men she was looking for, and there was a perfect excuse to go over and introduce herself. Yet one was leaving, and the other seemed to have been distracted by something. "I'm going to grab myself some food. Do you want anything? A burger? You know, what? You want a burger, I know you do. It looks like you haven't eaten in ages. You're getting a little too thin." She didn't even give Cherise a chance to protest before she wandered off to go do just that.

She didn't get very far before she bumped into a retreating Duke. A hand reached up to grab one of his arms to make sure that she didn't topple over, or maybe she's just touchy-feely like that and doesn't much care. "I'd say sorry, but that would imply that I did something wrong, which I haven't. Are there still burgers on the grill? My friend over there," she gestures over to Cherise, "... looks like she could use some food. The girl can't really handle her beer if she doesn't eat. I want to drag someone to my cabin, but I don't want that person to be her." While she didn't exactly play everything off cool, at least she was straight forward. She even remembered to take a step back out of his personal space because Cherise keeps telling her about this thing called a personal bubble. Whatever the fuck that meant. Something about so many feet between one person and another.

Meanwhile, Cherise was a bit concerned with Iliana's health regarding her unchecked empathy. It was not good for something like that to go unrestrained for so long. Especially since she just flutters around checking on people, and one day she's going to approach the wrong person. "Have you ever thought about controlling your empathy a bit more, Iliana? It's sweet that you're so concerned, but I don't want you to get hurt for being a genuinely good person. It's a problem because not everyone here is so understanding, I think. It would also be a shame to see you caught up in someone's mess."

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Even though Ethan and Heath were too far away from the party to hear what was going on, they were close enough to see who was with who and who also went into the closet. Sylas choosing Eve originally didn't surprise them, but Mason choosing Liv was interesting. Heath in particular wasn't surprised to see Sylas come their way though.

"Who comes to a party and doesn't partake in the festivities?"

"The kind who aren't into this this particular game. Plus there are no rules requiring everyone to join." Heath said plainly.

Plus there was something about this game that didn't sit right with him.

"Which one of you will it be then?"

Ethan looked a little stricken there. Heath knew he was going to have to do this. Getting up, he pat Ethan's shoulder in reassurance. He looked back at Sylas.

"After you," he said cordially, not trusting him to let Ethan be.

The guy had probably figured out why Ethan didn't want to play out the game. Coming to the circle, Heath glanced at everyone before placing the bottle done and spinning it. If he had his choice, he'd either go with Andy or Sloane because he had questions for both. But with Sylas watching, as safer bet would be Andy. Well, he only had one question for her and hopefully it be an easy answer. As if the bottle read his thoughts, the bottle landed on Andy. Heath raised an eyebrow at that and he glanced at Sylas again. However he soon turned his eyes to Andy.

It seemed all the company that had surrounded Andy earlier had quickly disappeared off in different directions. She sat alone, looking about as enthusiastic about the game as Heath was. Her gaze wasn't really focused on anything in particular, but it wasn't the bottle. So when it landed on her, she was oblivious. Until his presence in front of her caught her attention, forcing her to look up at him. "Sorry about this. Hopefully it won't be too cramped in there. It might be best I go in first."

Andy didn't have much to say, or anything for that matter. She wasn't in the mood for these dull adolescent games. There was only two people she might have tolerated being shoved in a closet with. But she barely knew Heath and definitely had no intentions of locking lips with him. She could only hope that the 7 minutes passed rather quickly without glares or sarcastic comments from others. Andy didn't need the rumors surrounding her to include a third guy.

Heath knew it be cramped for him being as tall as he was. Once they made it to the closest, Heath went in first and it was tricky to get in with all the clothes in the way. Once inside, he waited for Andy and would try to get through these 7 minutes as quickly as possible.

She glanced into the closet once Heath was inside realizing how awkwardly cramped it actually was. Andy waved her hand before her, causing the clothes and whatever else was inside to disappear, giving them at least a little more room. With a sigh, she slid inside, closing the doors behind her. She stood opposite her present company with her back against the wall.

"This is a bit awkward since we've never really interacted. I am Heath. You're Andromeda, Hecate's daughter right? You mentioned that during yesterday's trial."

"Just Andy... Only my mom calls me Andromeda," she said with a slight, awkward smile.

"You know who Keith is? He's been acting very different this evening. I asked him what was up and he couldn't give me a simple answer and said his name was Daniel and Hecate's son. I thought since you two are half-siblings you might know what is up. I don't need details, but I am just baffled and want to figure this little issue out. If you don't know, it's fine. I guess you can ask me a question too if you want."

Andy's eyes went wide slightly as she blinked taking in the question. She inhaled sharply through her teeth. Maybe this was going to be a long 7 minutes. "Well, you don't waste time." She awkwardly crossed her arms over her chest, shifting how she stood from one leg to the other. "I'm sorry, Heath. I don't know what you're expecting to get from me... Answers I guess. But it's not my place to say."

She raised her right hand to scratch her head behind her ear. Andy wasn't going to divulge anything about her brother without his permission. If Daniel wanted to talk in circles around half of the camp and let them be confused, so be it. To be honest, she didn't care. She was just happy he was back. That was good enough for her. "If you want to know, you'll have to ask him." Andy was never really the type to talk about other people's business or entertain rumors. So, coming to her for answers wouldn't result in much.

Heath should have known better that he wouldn't get an answer. He nodded in understanding though.

"Eh, it's no problem. I'll try asking him again at a better time or just figure it out myself. Thanks for your honesty though. So do you have any questions for me so things don't get any more awkward then they probably are?"

He offered her a friendly smile. He looked at his watch and saw they were 3 minutes in.

Andy tapped the toe of her sandal on the ground, then shrug her shoulders. "I haven't really thought about it," she admitted with a sad smile. Her mind has been in so many places and none of those places included half of the campers. She should have thought of something, just to fill the silence and keep time moving. Obviously Heath wanted out as much as she did, considering he checked his watch. "Unless you want to share why you and your siblings are always together." She shrugged slightly while giving a quiet chuckle. "You guys are allowed to make new friends and be your own people."

Heath chuckled at what Andy said.

"I guess there's one thing I can clear up. Ethan isn't my brother. He's just staying at my place while studying abroad in Scotland. And Iliana and I aren't blood related. She's actually my adopted sister. After loosing her dad when she was young, Demeter tried finding her another family and my own father ended up adopting her. There is a reason why the three of us stay together. I can't give you the exact reason for that, but it's for Iliana's sake. Only today did she finally tell us she wanted to do more things on her own, which makes me happy because I want her to be more independent."

Andy nodded her head with a slight nod of her head. Made sense, sense enough anyway. She wasn't going to pry, it wasn't her business. "This place is kind of a cesspool for drama. I don't blame you for keeping her close and safe." She gave Heath an actual genuine and slightly sympathetic smile. She couldn't protect Daniel, even when she wanted to. But she understood the feeling.

Looking at his watch, he saw time was up.

"Whelp, let's get out of here. Thanks for your time. You can go first."

With a sigh, Andy pushed off the wall and opened the door. She didn't have to hang her head in shame or avoid eye contact because nothing happened. She was thankful that he didn't try to make a move on her. Heath didn't seem all that bad, maybe a little too inquisitive for his own good, but he had good intentions. Andy snatched the bottle up from the sand then looked around at the campers.

After getting out of the closet himself, Heath headed back to where Ethan was.

After gauging who she had as options, Andy finally made her choice. She weaved her way past and between people until she came to stand before her brother and a red head, that she honestly didn't know if she had met or not. "Sorry to interrupt. I've heard he's very charming." Andy addressed Evelyn with a friendly smile. "But this jerk made me come to this party. So, he gets to go next." She shoved the bottle against Daniel's chest, giving him a big cheeky smile. "Knock yourself out."

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It was now Rae's turn to be bumped into, but at least the face was cute. Never you mind that she almost lost everything she was attempting to tow back to her little party of three. "Oh... uhhh, I'm sorry. I'm just a little drunk." She cocked her head to the side, her eyes venturing to sneak a peek at Penelope as she also wandered over. At first Rae supposed that it was just to grab a bit to eat, but she was soon addressed by her fellow ginger.

She allowed the girl to go ahead and relieve her of two of the burger plates. "Well, Penelope, I am glad you asked. I, for one, am headed back to my fun little party with my dear Sun Child and her little friend. You are free to join, but no drama, please. We are a hormonally, angsty free space. Parties are supposed to be fun, and some of these people are total mood crushers."

Then her attention shifted to Theo, unaware that this was her half-brother. Somewhere on Olympus, Artemis wishes that she had told Rae of her sibling. This was a camp full of Demigods that need a little love, and one shouldn't have to hit on their brother. Yet, here they are - Rae and Theo, practically locking goo-goo eyes with one another. There was even a hint of a smile. That is... before he tried to set claim to one of her beers.

"I hope you know I'm holding onto one of these beers for myself though," he informed her ever-so kindly, and she tsked him with the wag of a finger and the shake of her head. "As much as it would be easier to get you back to my cabin if you are inebriated, I think that you've had one too many drinks. The party has hardly even begun." She caught the wink, but it just led to one very confused expression crossing over her features.

A wink could mean anything.

Regardless, she took her beer back from him and fluttered her lashes at him, "The cooler is back there. This is for the girls and me, and you are not one of my girls. Therefore, you get your own beer, but I will allow you to join solely based on your attractiveness."

She swung her attention back to Penelope; then, it was back to Theo. There was an idea there. This man looked willing to do what it took to get a gal into bed, and she was looking for a boy that would do what she wants. It's a perfect time to test him. "In fact, why don't you be a good boy and get my new pal, Penelope, a burger and an extra beer. I'll keep a seat warm for you, so don't keep me waiting." With that said, she gave him a flirty departing wave before turning around to walk with Penelope back to Cherise and Iliana.

Once she made it back to her spot, she cast her eyes down at Iliana and Cherise and gave a rehearsed smile followed by "Well, eat and drink up, ladies. Our bodies depend on proper nourishment, and this party depends on a rather relaxed state of mind. AKA, drunkenness, or at the very least, something quite close to it. There will be no duds here on my watch, please and thank you." Whenever Penelope would catch up, she'd start passing out the burgers and the beers. In the process of doing that, her eyes dared to roam at those still in the vicinity of the game, wondering who the bottle was handed off to next.

Daniel. Curious. She looked down at Cherise for a moment and stepped in front of her. She didn't want Cherise to notice that there was a severe possibility of the bottle not landing on her, thus not allowing her to fall into the realm of disappointment. There were plenty of good-looking boys here. In fact...

...She placed a hand on her hip in contemplative silence and swiveled her eyes to greet Theo. Now, it wasn't that she knew this was her brother or anything. She still doesn't. She doesn't have a feeling of connectedness or anything to the effect. It was just possible that if it was there, she just brushed it away like she did all of her other emotions and instincts.

She'd wait until he got here, with or without the burger he was commanded to retrieve for Penelope. "Ah, here you are. Finally. What took you so long? Did you have to kill the cow and cook it first?" She gestured toward Cherise and Iliana, "Iliana and my Sun Child, Cherise. I'm the only one allowed to call her Sun Child, however - but you look like you could use a little dash of sunshine, and she's cute. And available. Very available."

Distractions were everything. She does what a best friend does best. Rae and Theo could get together later, but she'd like to keep the ghastly green shade of jealousy from the glimmer of her gal pal's eyes.





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Cherise watched Hades with caution. She didn't really know the guy, do it was a bit unfair to pre-judge. However, something about him gave her the gut feeling that he was going to sew a little discord like the devious vixen he coupled up with in the closet. She just smiled because that's what she does - pretends like things don't eat her away at the expense of not stressing out other people.

"Most of us are understanding though and would never take advantage of you or hurt you because you are so good. Yes, it would be a shame if you were involved in someone's mess, but don't you trust anyone to pull you out of the deep end? Even then, who's mess would you involve yourself in?" Maybe it was just the way he turned his gaze to Cherise that bothered her the most - as though he was implanting some doubt that she had the best intentions for Cherise.

Yet, Iliana was no dummy. The Apollo girl didn't see what was typed out on the iPad for him, but she didn't need to. Cherise and Iliana share a common thread, and things were already promised there. He's just being a dick. "Anyway, you ladies enjoy your night. I'm around if you get too caught up." She waved him on as he departs, then turned her attention back to the iPad.

She leaned down to get a look at it and smiled gently. "Sylas? Oh," she looked over at the devil himself and waved a bit in his direction. She never did ask him if he needed a spot of healing. Then again - no one in this camp seemed to want it. Men will be men. She gave him a small smile and then turned her focus back on her present company, pre-Rae showing up with Penelope and Theo. "I don't think it's Sylas you have to worry about. I think someone hurt him. I wonder who it could have been," she says this almost thoughtlessly. It just slipped out of her mouth without any real information - it had only been his word that someone close to him had done something. With the bruising evident on his person, he or she must have physically assaulted him in some way. It was her only conclusion. Regardless, she felt sorry for the guy and hoped to put Iliana at ease when it came to him.

She waved that away, and just as she went to look at who might be getting the next, Rae stepped protectively in front of her. With food and beer, too, which Cherise would never decline. She stretched out her hands to relieve Rae of what was offered to her, and places the plate on her lap and then digs the beer can into the sand.

As she introduced Theo, or - whatever that was, Cherise looked up at him and then turned red. Redder than the shirt that hugged her torso. Her eyes turned to Rae very slowly, almost in the what the fuck? kind of way. The woman knew no boundaries, but perhaps it was for the best. Standing in her clearly available state, her plate, burger and all, slid off of her skirt and onto the ground.

Great. That was just great. Why is every moment with a guy terribly embarrassing?

She rolled her eyes, but it was mostly at herself. Her mouth parted and she quirked her jaw from one side to the other, then looked up at the sky to quietly curse her father for rendering her suddenly stupid in the face of - well, cute faces. Could the gods create ugly children for once? You know, the human ones - not the menagerie of sick and twisted beasts.

Rae placed a few fingers on her forehead, her shoulders sinking. Cherise just decided that she'd have to get over it, stuck out her hand, and gave Theo her best and warmest smile that totally said, pretend you didn't see any of that. "Hi, I'm Cherise."

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"Wasn’t that the guy you were grumbling about during the Trial? He seems like an okay chap to me." Wes was surprised that Liam actually spoke in his favor. It actually made him smile a bit and raise his beer in a silent cheers to the big guy.

"Why don't you date him then?" Trinity made the comment under her breath, but Wes, unfortunately, stood close enough behind her to hear it. His free hand raised to rub the back of his neck as he let out a soft sigh. If they weren't in the company of others he might have said something. It wasn't like he was forcing her to be with him. Hell, he never even put a label on it for fear of scaring her away. His gaze fell to stare at his drink, trying his best to act like he didn't hear her words.

"It doesn’t matter. I don’t give a fuck. Just - ugh, women and their woman powers of crippling a man." Liam gestured his hand to Wes. Trinity didn't miss a beat, craning her head around to glare at the pair of them. Jesus christ, he couldn't catch a break for a single moment.

Wes held up his hands in a surrendering manner, not wishing to poke the bear. "Man, I'm Switzerland." Liam probably knew full well that he'd be an idiot to talk about how crippling Trinity was to him. Instead he just took a drink letting his gaze wonder anywhere else, trying to avoid digging himself a deeper hole than he already seemed to be in.

"Just - don’t worry about it - either of you. I can take care of it myself. Just don’t say anything, and if you value your friends - keep Sylas away from them." Wes's gaze wondered over toward the male in question, his brows furrowing slightly. He didn't hear the bulk of the conversation to know what the man did. But for someone Liam's size to have an issue with a twig like that, made him wonder what the guy could have done.

"Maybe you should learn to finish a job," Trinity said.

"Because murdering other Demigods has done a world of good," Wes said under his breath.

Then it fell silent. Wes didn't bother taking his seat, not quite feeling as welcome beside Trinity as he might have a few minutes earlier. Instead he stood behind the log her, Liam and Andy sat on, quietly sipping his drink. He watched the fire until the sound of glass breaking grabbed his attention. Liam's hand was dripping beer and blood as what remained of the bottle was shattered on the ground before him. Wes saw what he was looking at, Sylas whispering to a mousey girl. This Sloane, perhaps? The man looked ready to murder and he wasn't particularly in the mood to get in the middle of that. What could he do anyway?

Wes kept his gaze fixed on his shoes as the siblings bickered. He wouldn't take a side, it wasn't his place. And if he did? Well, he'd agreed with Liam. This was more than just a pissing contest. Ares's kids might be the strongest but they couldn't go around killing as they pleased. Alex was lucky. If she wasn't the daughter of Zeus, who knows if her trial would have ended the same way. Everyone at camp had abilities, different ones that could be used to their advantage. So, even if this Sylas could get his ass beat to a pulp by the two of them, who's to say his powers couldn't turn the tide? Wes just let it play out, remaining Switzerland and hoping they didn't drag him into this.

Eventually, Trinity left in a huff as she usually did. Wes sighed. Liam looked toward him and shrugged. "Didn't mean to ruin your date, man. You've known her longer than me, so... I'm not even going to bother giving any advice. Just - you know... it's hard."

Wes gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I think I'm used to her being mad at me at this point... How crippling is that?" He added with a weak chuckle, referencing Liam's earlier comment.

Then turning on a dime, the bleeding son of Ares turned and proceeded to hit on Andy. Wes laughed, shaking his head slightly. Apparently Liam wasn't as quick to accept he was growing feelings for someone else. He knew that too well, covering the feelings that were growing by trying to smother them by flirting with others and acting like it wasn't happening. Reminded him of how he used to be, before an ill tempered blonde somehow managed to wrap him around her finger, willing or otherwise.

Eventually it seemed that everyone had wondered off. Liam went to talk to Sloane and Andy was unwilling dragged into the closet. With a sigh, he stepped over the log and took a seat. He wasn't there long before a certain blonde limped her way over toward him. Eve held out an open beer toward him. "For you." Wes held up his own beer as a silent way saying he already had a drink. At this point his was almost empty, but he knew better than to accept a drink from her.

Before he could shift away, she used his shoulder to lower herself onto the log beside him. Once she was sitting, Wes scooted over giving them at least a good foot or two between them. He recalled her trying to use her abilities on him in Olympus. It was luck that it didn't work on him, but he wasn't in the mood to sit close enough for her to try again. She was a serpent and he wanted to be out of striking distance. Wes just remained silent, watching as she proceeded to ice her ankle.

Eve looked over at him with a grin and a wink. "Extreme sporting accident, don’t ask."

"Didn't plan on it."

It took everything in him not to roll his eyes as Eve looked right at Mason and Trinity. "So how are things between you and Trinity?"

Wes snorted back an unamused laugh and took a drink from his beer. "Why? Trying to assess the damage?" He couldn't deny that in that moment, he was tempted to say Watermelon loud enough for Trin to hear, just to see what she'd do. With a sigh, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Wes didn't spare her a glance as he spoke. "Didn't anyone ever teach you that you get more flies with honey than vinegar?"

His fingers tapped agains the glass bottle in his hands. Wes's right raised to scratch his jawline. "I don't know how many people you managed to piss off so far. My guess is a lot. I mean, I won't hurt a lady." His hand pressed to his chest when he mentioned himself. "But I know if you try anything with me, she will." Wes pointed at Trinity.




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Sloane's hand raised to rub her eyes and pinch the bridge of her nose. With a sigh, she spared a glance in Liam's direction. His gaze was fixated on Sylas like a predator ready to attack. Then glass shattered as he crushed a beer bottle in his grasp. She gasped slightly, uncrossing her legs and pressing her palms to the log on either side of her. She was about to get up and go over there, see if he was ok... or something? But she froze when she saw Trinity move in front of him. Sloane was too far away to hear what they were saying, but they seemed to be arguing.

By the look of their interactions, a sinking feeling grew in Sloane's stomach. Liam had to have told her. This is exactly what she didn't want to happen. She slunk back into her seat. Her knuckles went white from her grip on the log, while her eyes stared blankly at the fire. How long before the truth made its way through the rumor mill and presented itself at Sylas's feet?

Sloane didn't notice Liam approach. It wasn't until he sat beside her, his thigh brushing her hand that tightly grasped the log, that she noticed his presence. She quickly withdrew her hands into her lap. Her thumbs traced the imprints of the bark on her palms. She was never good at filling the silence. Sloane had no idea what to say. Her guilt and fear just churned in her stomach. This was all her fault and Liam shouldn't be involved, no one should. But now Trinity knew... So, how long until Wes knew? And then Andy? And then Mason or Ajax? She could go dizzy thinking about it.

"I didn’t mean to leave you here alone."

She sighed softly. Sloane couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes. "You're not my keeper," she said quietly. He couldn't expect to be there every minute of every day. She didn't expect that. If anything, part of her wished he'd stop trying to protect her. It'd better for him in the end.

While Sloane's hands rested in her lap, her brows furrowed as she felt something manifest under them. She glanced down, lifting her right hand to find that a bandage roll appeared beneath it. She looked up and found Andy holding her gaze for a brief moment before the girl disappeared into the closet. Sloane made a mental note to thank the girl later as she clutched the bandages in her left hand. With a sigh she stood up. Her fingers gently grasped his forearm, giving it a gentle tug to beckon him to his feet. "Come on." She nodded her head toward the beach.

Sloane guided Liam toward an end of the beach where they were out of ear shot of other people. She didn't release her hold on him until they reached the edge of the water, their backs to the others. She lightly tugged at his injured arm that he kept firmly hidden in his pocket. "Let me see." In that moment, she finally looked up at him. She'd wait however long she had to until he caved and removed his hand from his pocket and showed her the damage. Sloane inhaled sharply, swallowing hard.

She knelt down in the sand beside him, then motioned for him to lower himself to her level. Sloane rolled up her sleeves, freezing for a brief moment when a hint of her bruises became visible. She brushed her hair behind her ears, quickly trying to ignore it. When Liam lowered himself to her level, she took his wrist in her left hand. It wasn't too bad, but one cut in particular looked far deeper than the others. Sloane began checking his hand and removed any small pieces of glass that still remained. She was careful to be gentle as she removed the remnants.

Once Liam's arm was cleared of any glass, she guided his hand toward the lake. Sloane's hands cupped water, using it to clean his wounds. It took a few minutes but eventually the bleeding had temporarily seized. She rested his hand in her lap as she grabbed the bandages. "Thank you... for lying to my brother for me," she said quietly. He didn't have to lie for her honor, if it could be called that. She didn't quite know where lying about having sex lied on the honor scale, but he defended her even though she said nothing.

Sloane slowly began to wrap his arm, similar to how a boxer would, looping the material between his fingers then around his palm and wrist. Her left hand gently guided his arm as she bound his wounds. "I'm sorry I didn't defend you... You're not an idiot." She couldn't look up at him, but luckily had a good reason to look elsewhere as she addressed his arm. Sloane didn't say anything else as she finished. She gently knotted the ends and gave it a once over before releasing his hand. "Can you try to not hurt yourself?... At least for the rest of the night."




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After passing off the bottle to Heath, Sylas made his way over to the refreshments. With a playful laugh, more to himself, he tried to actually fix his hair and button his shirt back up. He couldn't help but notice Liv off in the distance getting into the water with Pete. Instead of him potentially being jealous about seeing her in the presence of another guy, he enjoyed the sight of her in a bathing suit. He couldn't help but wonder what help she might require of him later. Of course, his help didn't come without a price. But, after their time in the closet, he wasn't all that worried about her not being able to meet his terms.

Sylas decided to pour himself a scotch. He never was much of a beer fan, but it was necessary for a bottle. After pouring the liquor over some ice, he took his glass and turned to observe the party. He'd never been to such a dull affair before. There was minor drama strewn about but mostly everyone stuck within their own little social bubble. He sighed, rolling his eyes when the bottle landed on Andy. He didn't need to be psychic to know that that development had nothing to do with sexual appeal.

He pushed off the table and decided to make his way over toward Mason and Trinity. Sylas seemed to be itching to piss off Liam at every turn but he wasn't completely dumb. He wouldn't have approached the girl while she still sat beside him. Luckily, Mason and Sylas were on friendlier terms. "What about you? How do you look at Alex every day and not kill her?" He had to try to refrain from smiling as he heard the conversation he walked into.

The question wasn't directed at him, but Sylas obliged to answer regardless. "Personally, I've always found myself more partial to the hunt rather than the kill. The planning and anticipation make the climax more satisfying." His words could have varying innuendos, sexual, predatory or murderous. They could take it however they wished, his consensus was the same regardless the topic.

Trinity changed the topic incase Mason didn't wish to go into darker territory. Shame, he would have liked to continue that conversation. "How do you use your powers these days? I haven't seen them since the minotaur. One of your abilities is necromancy right?"

"I didn't realize demigods here actually used their abilities. I haven't seen much of it beyond Eve's meddling or Andy's... Whatever you call it." Sylas said while wiggling his fingers in the general direction of the closet Andy conjured. After taking a drink of his scotch, he cleared his throat then offered his right hand to Trinity. "Sorry, how rude of me. I'm Sylas Astor."

Just after introducing himself, he caught a glimpse of the closet opening. Heath and Andy emerged unscathed. It was clearly evident by the way they didn't exchange glances or seem even remotely embarrassed that nothing had happen. Sylas scoffed slightly, shaking his head in disapproval. "I guess some people just don't understand how the game is supposed to work." He chuckled softly, looking back toward Mason. "Well, you do obviously." He smirked and raised his glass in a gesture of respect.

As he lowered his glass, out of the corner of his eye he noticed Cherise glancing at him from across the party. When she caught his eye, she raised her hand and waved warmly in his direction. Sylas gave a friendly smile, waving the index finger of the hand that held his glass in her direction. Poor, sweet, naive girl. He made a mental note to give her some special attention sometime soon. She'd be easy to get on his side, and so pretty.

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Image Trinity modified the toast and wasted no time nursing her drink and nor did he. They pulled away at the same time. “Can you sense when I die? Then maybe you can pass the information on to Wes and Liam.” She even held out her hand.

Mason shook his head slowly and led her hand back on her lap. It wasn't because he couldn't but because he didn't want to and she didn't either. "In the field of battle victorious with the corpses of your enemies all around you." He didn't have to be a fortune teller to know Trinity's demise would come with a hell of a fight. "And me approaching the men that supposedly love you, telling them how you'll die will probably bring about my death a lot sooner than fate has planned."

Trinity gnawed on her lip some more. Mason took another drink. “Every day I think of killing someone. Literally every day. I'm so angry nearly all the time and it drives me insane. Part of me doesn't care how I'll be perceived or what will come after, I just need a fight and blood.” There wasn't much to offer as a response to that but at least she was unloading. With a dagger in her hand.

"I think we all have a little darkness in us, Trinity. You're one of the honest ones that can fess up to your own dark side and urges. If following your urges and instincts gets you thrown in Tartarus I'll come for you and dad. I know you have hardly any help, we're almost building your killer instincts. You just need to be understood and heard."

“What about you? How do you look at Alex every day and not kill her?”

Now she mentioned it, they were in a similar boat. Every day he imagined killing Alex and he didn't care how that made him come off to others nor what would happen in the aftermath. Mason tried to formulate the words. "Personally, I've always found myself more partial to the hunt rather than the kill. The planning and anticipation make the climax more satisfying."

Mason's eyes flickered to Sylas and he shrugged. That could be one method. "Playing big bad wolf is fun and all but then you gotta kill little red at some stage before she gets smart and calls the axeman." Then he leaned towards Trinity and thankfully she wasn't a Valis groupie so she wouldn't run to them. "With great difficulty is my answer. She deserves a little torment before death, kind of like what Sylas is saying."

Trinity changed the tune a little. “How do you use your powers these days? I haven't seen them since the minotaur. One of your abilities is necromancy right?”

Before he could speak again, Sylas did. "I didn't realize demigods here actually used their abilities. I haven't seen much of it beyond Eve's meddling or Andy's... Whatever you call it." That was true. Suddenly people were conserved about their powers which was surprising in the Zeus area. Normally the freaks liked to do a lightning show once in a while. He only hoped Sylas didn't showcase his abilities on Trinity when Mason had done the persuading without powers. "Sorry, how rude of me. I'm Sylas Astor."

Sylas temporarily lost interest and Mason took Trinity's dagger gently. "I deal with death and destruction. My powers are on the unwelcomed terms of usage but they're still in me." As he closed his hand around her dagger it turned to pieces and he winked to her. He dusted the crumbs and dust from his fingers.

A scoff from Sylas caught his attention and he looked towards the closet to see Andy leaving with the hair model. "I guess some people just don't understand how the game is supposed to work." Andy had a boyfriend, of course she wasn't going to make out like wild in a closet with a new demigod. Heath also had no game and he was straight as a pole and he didn't mean in sexuality, he meant in personality. Mason looked around for the idiot boyfriend's reaction. "Well, you do obviously," Sylas added approvingly.

He wiped his mouth expecting a trace of Eve's lipstick or gloss or whatever it was women wore these days on his lips. Then remembered his smug attitude. The only give away of how their time was spent, though Eve and him were both actors, it was true in this case. They didn't come out looking the mess Sylas and Liv did though. "Yeah, apparently you made the most of your time in there too. Didn't know she had it in her."

Mason looked at Trinity. He could have thrown in a comment about the daughter of Ares but he didn't want her under the bus or in the spotlight. Though, he did wonder how she'd spend her time for 7 minutes. Either imagining or actively murdering someone. "We just mean it's a bonus to liplock with a demigoddess than waste time talking. Plus, it's actually a good way to get to know someone," he said, raising his brows towards Sylas to back up the statement. "It's also a great tool for jealousy. I mean... if you wanna see who cares and cause a little pain on them like they've done to you..." Mason and Sylas were the best selection to provoke a reaction and press the wrong buttons. Something told him Trinity wasn't far from testing how much she was looked after and wanting to inflict pain upon those that wronged her and let her down. Personally, his lips were at service for a friend in need.

"If you want to lose steam without every do gooder and snob jumping on you, Daniel's here. So is Andy," he waved a hand in the siblings' vague direction. Mason reached into his pocket where Eve so sweetly restocked him with a crumpled cigarette pack and offered them to his company.

Mason looked around for the good girl and chuckled quietly seeing her with Wes. He hoped she wasn't just trading bears to poke. But at the same time he'd find it incredibly amusing. A fearless trouble maker. He'd try jump on Trinity to give her a headstart if it came to it. But he did like they were with the counterparts, tormenting them in one way or another.

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"You're not my keeper," she reminded him, as if to make a certain point. One that made Liam's nose wrinkle slightly as he sniffed because it served as a firm reminder that he, in fact, wasn't even if it would be preferable to him. Hell, it's only been a couple of days, but he's an impatient soul that is fashioned from impulsive decisions, and being careful not to scare her away was hard. It was so damn hard. He didn't respond to it verbally, but he took a moment to peer elsewhere during that nose wrinkling moment.

The silence was a little awkward for those couple of minutes, and it was because they were stark contrasts to one another. The only conversation they could have would address the snake in the room, and no one wanted to think about that. Not right now. Not even as the serpent, himself, approached Trinity. He looked over at Sylas and pinned him with the hard gaze that could only be a firm reminder that Liam watched him. He didn't know his sister, but someone around her could tell him if something was off. And if it was, well - he will kick Sylas' ass first. No questions asked.

Liam's attention was pulled away from the sight of Sylas as gentle dainty fingers grasped his forearm, "Come on." He swung his gaze up in her direction, and quickly assumed that he was meant to stand since she tugged on him. Maybe she was tired of the game. To be fair, it wasn't all that interesting. He also could not see himself fitting in that tiny ass closet. Who the fuck conjures a closet without considering everyone? However, its inconsiderate size hardly bothered him as much as the possibility of being stuck in there with someone that was not Sloane. That would put him right back to square one with her. Though, he had a feeling that he was still there anyway.

He walked with her, his behemoth feet making the trek across the soft sand a really big issue for him. He sunk deep! He never did like beaches. His hands remained where they were, but damn if he wasn't wearing the wrong color pants for blood to show right on through! The fibers of his pockets began to take on the red quality of his damage, but he didn't notice it right away. An Ares kid with blood on his clothing was likely not an uncommon sight.

The humdrum of the party began to fade, and soon they were practically alone. It was nice. Until she ruined it by making it about him in the way that he was not wanting, "Let me see." He let her struggle with his arm for a few seconds after they both stopped because it amused him. When he stared down at her, he had a shit-eating grin on his face that was sure to cause her eyes to roll in annoyance. Then he allowed Sloane to take so that she may assess him to her worrying heart's content.

"How'd you know I'd need a nurse?" He inquired with jack-ass playfulness and watched her kneel.

Now, that was a sight. Had she been any other woman, the thoughts in his head would just spill from his mouth unabashedly. Yet, she wasn't any other woman, so he tucked them to the back of his head for later and plopped himself haphazardly down on the sand beside her. Accidentally caking his rear end with wet sand. He totally blamed her for that one! She distracted him. "Dammit," he grumbled under his breath while he let her take care of his wound. The salt had a bite to it, but nothing that he was going to cry over.

It was quiet until, "Thank you... for lying to my brother for me." Not that it had been a great lie, but it was all he could come up with on the spot. It was probably laughable, now that he thought about it. He deeply regretted telling that to Sylas because she was better than that. "I'm sorry I didn't defend you... You're not an idiot."

The grin that took over his features was goofy because the mood started to darken, and he didn't want to think about the trouble that he might be in. This was out of his control and he didn't like that. Liam couldn't handle problems that needed more than brute force. Now he had to tap into other aspects of himself that were not all that sharpened - his mind, mostly. His emotions. Other people. Now, add a woman to the mix and that was one hell of a ride that he was not ready for. "I don't need defending."

There was a "but" that lingered at the end of that statement, and it would for quite some time. He had to think carefully as to not scare her. While she finished up with him, she said something that he didn't hear. He grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled himself up to his feet, wet sandy ass and all, with her in tow. His fingers were firm, but not so much that he'd leave an imprint on her delicate skin. The next words that fell from his lips were in pleading - a warning that he hoped she'd hear because he knew himself in ways that she did not yet. "I need you to promise me something, Sloane," he began and locked eyes with her, "You can never step between me and another person again. You have to understand that I can't always see everything in certain moments, and if I hurt you, I will have to live with that. You will have to live with that. I don't want that."

His hands slipped away from her shoulders; fingers running down her sleeved arms until they brushed against bare bruised skin. Eventually, he covered them back up, his palms slipping under her wrists and into her own hands. His fingers folded over the top of her own for a moment, and he sought out the expected judgment from her own expressions.

"You're beautiful," he said finally and hoped that might save him from whatever ill-thought she may have of him right now.

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This place felt like a curse more than anything else now. Once a second home that kept her grounded from the memories she desperately hid from, the darkness that lurked the edge of the magical barrier had seeped into the camp, latching itself onto the vulnerable child of Zeus.

The trial had helped in terms of confirming that she wasn't a killer after all, but this place still felt tainted.

With the opportunity of being away from it, she'd finally be able to catch a moment to breathe. She'd be able to find that carefree, wild, life-loving girl she once was, instead of feeling like a fragile butterfly with a broken wing, unable to fly.

With a heavy huff of air that exhaled from her nostrils, Alex forced herself back to the party. She mustered the best smile she could manage as she waited for the next campers to head into the seven minutes of heaven, or hell, depending on the company.

Mason and Sylas, they were definitely seven minutes of hell.

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She didn't get the opportunity to tell the guy to get lost before he chatted away and Mason seemed to accept the company. The advice she was getting or what worked for the boys was basically to prolong the death part and put them through torment and torture to sate themselves instead. Basically play predator and pray for a while. But Mason had a point to put little red in a body bag before she got too smart and called for backup.

The other male answered for Mason again and Trinity glared at him. She didn't remember inviting him into the conversation. Andy's whatever was called magic, the douche. “Sorry, how rude of me. I'm Sylas Astor.”

Habitually she went for the shake too but readjusted the way she sat instead. Trinity smiled sarcastically. “I know. I'm Trinity.” Then a genuine smile crossed her lips admiring his bruised neck. Good job, Liam. “That looks like it hurt. Did it do any damage to your windpipe or voice box?” She would sincerely love to help and worsen his injury for him.

Mason slipped the dagger out of her grasp. “I deal with death and destruction. My powers are on the unwelcomed terms of usage but they're still in me.” He opened his hand showing her dagger in tiny pieces and she sighed. A part of her was impressed but also upset he took her toy.

“I guess some people just don't understand how the game is supposed to work,” Sylas commented and Trinity gave him a cold glare before following his line of sight to Andy and Heath. Oh that's right, everybody was supposed to think between their legs and jump on each other like animals. “Well, you do obviously.”

“Yeah, apparently you made the most of your time in there too. Didn't know she had it in her.”

As they exchanged back and forths on their fantastic intimate and sexual encounters in the closet, Trinity mimed bringing a gun under her chin and pulling the trigger.

Mason looked at her. “We just mean it's a bonus to liplock with a demigoddess than waste time talking. Plus, it's actually a good way to get to know someone.” He tried to backpedal and explain himself but Trinity didn't care. His needs were his own. “It's also a great tool for jealousy. I mean... if you wanna see who cares and cause a little pain on them like they've done to you...” Trinity squinted then looked at him from the corner of her eye. She had thought about it in one of her more vindictive moods but then there was Andy and she knew how Wes felt for her. Besides she was better in the physical pain department.

“Just how much have you had to drink?” Trinity leaned away from him and gave them both a sceptical look.

“If you want to lose steam without every do gooder and snob jumping on you, Daniel's here. So is Andy.”

Now that was a suggestion more her speed. “Andy is. Daniel, not so much.” Mason knew well what she meant. Daniel was not Daniel last time she checked.

Then he made the mistake of offering a cigarette pack towards her. God they stunk, what in the hell was the appeal? For now, Trinity snarled and turned her head away but the moment Mason lit up and went to take a drag, she snatched it and threw it down on the sand. Sylas could die of lung cancer and breathe that toxic stuff in his system any day. Her mate, no, not near her anyway. Trinity stole the pack next and held it towards Sylas. “You can take the whole pack. It's on me. Otherwise, it's going in the trash anyway,” she smiled cheerily. Sylas was very equivalent to that.

She wasn't going to pretend to be pleasant or thrilled in the company so she didn't try for any more conversation, dark, dull or light. He could walk on or she could leave. She was recommended to punch him straight in the face but for the same reasons Liam didn't kill him, she couldn't punch Sylas in public. Unprovoked anyway. Trinity kept her eyes on him waiting for an excuse to arise.

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Sloane couldn't help but chuckle softly at Liam's, "Dammit." There was always something humorous about big guys with stuff like this. He managed to cut his arm to hell and back, yet it was the salt water that made him curse and wince. It didn't take her long to finish and luckily he sat still for her which allowed her to be gentle yet swift.

Even though her tone in thanking Liam got somewhat serious, he still had his goofy grin. It made Sloane laugh softly through her nose. Things had been rather doom and gloom between the two of them. She appreciated his attempts to try and lighten the mood, regardless if her face showed it or not. "I don't need defending."

She sighed softly, letting her gaze fall to her hands. "I know you don't," Sloane said quietly. Liam didn't need her to defend him. He obviously was more than capable to exchange insults. And she doubted anyone would question his fighting prowess. But regardless, he has protected her with his body and his words. The least she could do was correct her ignorant brother when he said things he shouldn't. "But still... I should have."

Her other words to him didn't seem to register. Liam seemed lost in thought. She parted her lips preparing to tease him and restate her previous comment but then his hands took ahold of her shoulders. Sloane's mouth remained agape as he moved to his feet, taking her with him. Once they were both standing, she started to brush the wet sand from her knees. But his grasp didn't move from her shoulders, causing her to stop and look up at him.

Liam's hold on her was firm, but not painful. It was a silent gesture that pleaded for her undivided attention. Sloane didn't say anything or pull away. She stood there silent, looking up at him as she waited for him to say whatever was bothering him. "I need you to promise me something, Sloane." For a moment, she almost made a joke about the promise he failed to make to her earlier that day. But his voice was far too serious. He had never sounded like that with her before. Liam wasn't angered or forceful, nor did his words drip with innuendos. He was begging her... She could see it in his eyes.

"You can never step between me and another person again. You have to understand that I can't always see everything in certain moments, and if I hurt you, I will have to live with that. You will have to live with that. I don't want that."

Sloane swallowed hard, her gaze focusing at some point on his shirt. Liam sounded desperate. But could she promise that? Earlier she asked him to not do something stupid and he couldn't make that promise. But could she stay out of the way? He didn't want to hurt her, that was the difference between Liam and her brother. She had only known him for a day, and maybe it was her own naivety talking, but she didn't think he was capable of hurting her. Although maybe she should be smarter than that.

"I'll try," she said softly as she looked back up at him. Sloane wanted to promise him that she wouldn't do it again but she didn't know if she could. No, she didn't know what Liam was capable of, but he was a son of Ares, and she had a decent enough imagination. But she did know why Sylas could do. That's what frightened her. Liam shouldn't be a part of this, but he was and there was no turning back for him now. Her own wellbeing was never a top priority. If risking that could stop Sylas from doing unfathomable things to Liam, she'd do it. But he didn't need to know that.

Liam's hands slowly slid down from her shoulders. She tensed slightly when he noticed her bruises. A subconscious reaction. Sloane was so used to hiding this side of her from the world, that whenever it became visible she had to make up yet another lie. But he wasn't questioning their origin, he already knew. Instead his fingers softly brushed the tinted skin before carefully pulling her sleeves back down. Sloane's gaze fell to their hands when he didn't release his hold. Instead his palms slowly slid beneath her own, his fingers enveloping her own dainty hands.

"You're beautiful." Sloane's heart skipped a beat. She looked like a deer in headlights as her cheeks became bright red. Her gaze fell as she stared blankly at his hands. She was thankful this tower of a man stood with his back to the party, blocking her embarrassed expression from prying eyes. She hoped Liam couldn't feel her quickened pulse from her palms as she tried to find something to say. What did someone say in that situation? No one had ever called her beautiful.

Hidden behind a veil of brunette locks her cheeks remained flushed but there also was a slight smile that graced her lips. "Thank you," she said quietly. They stood there in silence. Sloane was too bashful to look up at him, but she didn't withdraw her hands from his.

It was quiet farther away from the party. And although her mind raced, she was more calm. Sloane was focused on trying to find something else to say, but it was like grasping at straws. Unknown to her the tide had slowly began to rise. That was until the cold water flowed up the shore, hitting her in the back of her calves. She gasped, hopping forward slightly in shock, bumping into Liam's chest. Of course, it was like throwing a piece of paper at a brick wall. He barely moved a muscle at their collision. Her right hand slipped from his hold, pressing against his torso to steady herself, but her other still remained in his grasp. "Sorry," she laughed nervously. "It was cold."

Sloane cleared her throat, taking a slight step back once the tide receded. "Maybe we should get something to drink?" Her free hand brushed her hair behind her ear as she finally looked up at him. "Since you kind of hulk smashed yours." She laughed softly, even managing a small smile.

She started walking before the water had a chance to startle her again. Their arms grew taught between them as Liam still held her hand. Her cheeks remained a faint pink as her fingers wrapped around his hand and gently tugged him in the direction she was heading. Sloane didn't say anything, just nodded her head towards the refreshment table trying to convince him to come with her. "Come on." She smiled, giving him another playful tug.

As they made their way over to the table, Sloane almost forgot that her hand was still in his. She tried not to pay any mind to the other campers, but she couldn't help but notice they'd have to walk past her brother to get to the drinks. While passing him, she moved closer to Liam, so that her shoulder brushed his bicep. Her fingers slightly tightened their grasp on his while her other hand moved to hold his forearm. It wasn't that Sloane was putting herself between the two of them. Instead, at least for the night, she wanted it to be as difficult as possible for Sylas to get either one of them alone. Over half of the camp had to be whispering about the two of them at this point anyway, so what could it hurt? And maybe... Just maybe, part of her liked being closer to him.

When they finally reached the table, Sloane's brows furrowed. She looked at the numerous drinks with a puzzling expression. She didn't know this many drinks even existed... Colorful, fruity, acidic smelling or just odd. "Where do you even start?" She laughed weakly.

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"Playing big bad wolf is fun and all but then you gotta kill little red at some stage before she gets smart and calls the axeman." Sylas gave a nod of his head in a silent touché. He watched Mason lean toward Trinity, speaking a little quieter so no one heard them discussing murder... casually. "With great difficulty is my answer. She deserves a little torment before death, kind of like what Sylas is saying."

Trinity appeared to nearly take his hand, then he was rejected as she adjusted in her seat. Sylas smirked slightly, even managing a little chuckle. Well, she was fun. "I know. I'm Trinity." His left brow quirked slightly as her gaze slowly moved to the bruises on his neck. Was she... smiling? So the tally was at two Ares children who'd be glad to see his head on a pike. But he just returned her smile with his own. Well played Liam. "That looks like it hurt. Did it do any damage to your windpipe or voice box?"

Sylas grinned and laughed at her question. "No, I'm perfectly fine." He raised his drink to his lips, sipping for a moment before he continued. "Last night's company just got a little... carried away with the foreplay. I'm sure you know what that's like with Winter Solider over there." He motioned his head in the general direction of Wes. She knew it was a lie, he knew it was a lie. But he still quirked a brow toward her. It was a trap. No matter how she answered, he would have the upper hand. But Sylas would love to watch her search for a decent response. Probably an eye roll.

"I deal with death and destruction. My powers are on the unwelcomed terms of usage but they're still in me." Mason took Trinity's dagger and turned it to dust in a blink. Interesting.

"A shame," was all Sylas said as he raised his glass to his lips.

He gauged Mason's reaction at the sight of Andy exiting the closet. Indifferent. Of course, it'd probably be much different if she came out in a state of array with another man that was not Ajax and definitely not him either. But Rapunzel didn't seem the type to take advantage of a moment with a beautiful lady. "Yeah, apparently you made the most of your time in there too. Didn't know she had it in her."

Sylas shrugged, smiling more genuine this time. "Would you believe me if I said she made the first move?" He quirked a brow toward Mason. Of course, the womanizing conversation of two men who've recently enjoyed the company of a lady irritated Trinity. She used her hand to pretend to blow her brains out.

"We just mean it's a bonus to liplock with a demigoddess than waste time talking. Plus, it's actually a good way to get to know someone," Mason said, looking towards him for reassurance.

"That I can agree with. Flirting with someone, invading their personal space... They get flustered. It's harder for them to lie and," he added, pointing with his index finger. "People like to talk when they're happy." Sylas gave Trinity a cheeky grin. It took a special type of person to make that blonde happy and divulge anything. She was locked up tighter than a chastity belt. The only way he could ever get anything from someone like her was through someone else or his powers. But he could imagine the secrets that'd flow from her lips when someone like Mr. Universe tickled her fancy.

"It's also a great tool for jealousy. I mean... if you wanna see who cares and cause a little pain on them like they've done to you..." Sylas nodded his head in agreement with Mason's final comment.

"Just how much have you had to drink?"

"If you want to lose steam without every do gooder and snob jumping on you, Daniel's here. So is Andy."

"Andy is. Daniel, not so much." Mason then pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, offering one to the feisty blonde. Trinity quickly snatched up the pack and then held them out toward Sylas. He raised a brow curiously as he slowly reached out his free hand to take them. "You can take the whole pack. It's on me. Otherwise, it's going in the trash anyway."

Sylas slid the cigarettes into his breast pocket, smirking toward Mason. The son of Hades knew where to get them back when the angsty blonde left their company. His attention then turned back to the closet as Cherise and... Keith? walked out looking more disheveled than anyone prior had. He let his gaze drift over toward Mason, raising his brows in curiosity. This was turning into an interesting night indeed.

He watched as Cherise made her way back toward the crowd of campers, stopping beside Trinity. She handed the bottle off nonchalantly to the blonde before tucking in her blouse. When Sylas caught her gaze for just a brief moment, he flashed her a playful wink. So much pent up sexual tension at this camp. He was half surprised an orgy didn't break out on the beach. But he knew full well it end in murder if that happened. Oh would it be fun though.

"I guess it's your turn to get groped in the closet... I hope they're a good kisser." He smiled, raising his glass toward Trinity in a silent toast.

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It never occurred to her that there was never an introduction on her behalf. So, when Penelope inquires as to what her name is, she popped off her best mimicry of a smile that she could muster. "You may call me Rae. Just Rae, not Reagan or anything else. Short and sweet,"then she laughed, but it was only because she is probably the only one to find her own wry jest the least bit funny, "I would say like me, but my mother says I am just short - sweet would be a far stretch." She'd shrug at that and waited for Theo to settle his butt down on a log.

As Cherise left and Penelope became preoccupied with a worrisome Iliana, she turned her sights back to Theo. He's intoxicated, and she can tell. Like her brother, she is imbued with the powers of observations. "You know, a pretty smile like yours should never end up alone at the end of a party like this. I imagine you could pick which ever one of these guys you would want," he complimented her. Rather, used a silly pick-up line of which was unnecessary, but he didn't need to know that. She liked to hear the many ways men try to woo their potential interests, whether they were inebriated or not.

In the meantime, whilst she allowed him to pull off all of the moves that make him feel - well, himself, she started to pick at and eat her burger. She had sat down a while ago, and she felt comfortable enough to utterly invade any and all of his personal space. If it weren't for the lack of every man in camp coming for her, one would almost surmise that she was an Aphrodite child. She threw her long limbs onto his lap, and they were bare and and smooth to the touch. If anyone saw anything else under the skirt, she didn't care. No shits given. No modesty. Rae was Rae, sneak peaks of the undercarriage and all. At least she crossed her legs at the ankles, so that had to count for something.

Mother didn't like her modern woman tendencies - but what do millennia old goddesses know about the freedom of a woman's sexuality anyway?

Her eyes caught that bit of disdain from Theo that followed the passing of the bottle to Trinity. She looked back at the blond with a canted head before her attention turned back to her potential bedfellow. "Interesting that you find my smile pretty. No one has ever told me that before. However, you are correct - I could." She makes a point by parting her lips and slowly slipping in her index finger, since she got ketchup on it. When she pulled it back out, it was a slow gesture and done so in a way that dramatically accentuated the thickness of her lips because she didn't want to ruin her lipstick. There was a specific second in which her eye caught Sylas, and then even Duke and Pete. It was purposefully suggestive.

Once the finger popped out, she looked back at Theo and smiled. "Tell me, because I am curious. Who would be your ideal closet mate?" It didn't seem like he had a girlfriend, but with the way he looked at Trinity, she thought that there was a chance. Rae loved boys, but she didn't need boys that came with female counterparts - either in the realm of interest, relationships, or otherwise. She needed the fun, but not the drama.

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ImageMeanwhile, the original Best Friends Forever, Artemis and Apollo, watched from afar. They were just having some light-hearted fun - a stroll through the camp while the Demigods played in closets. They were both amused to death, and that was probably because they were just a little bored.

Apollo looked over at Artemis, "Are you going to tell Rae and Theo that they are siblings?" He inquired curiously, placing his hands at the small of his back.

She laughed and looked over at him, "And ruin the fun that will be them discovering it all on their own? Nope!" The pair was close by, but they were not going to be seen if they did not want to be. Perhaps their children might feel their presence in some way, but they were content to remain distant observers - as they both naturally were. "This will be a good lesson for both of my promiscuous children, I think."

He draped an arm over her closest shoulder and smirked, "And what lesson would that be, old friend?"

She grinned mischievously, "That these campers need to start asking their peers about who is birthed from what god or goddess. They will never make this mistake again."

He could get behind that idea. "When will you stop them?"

She sighed, "I am really hoping that I won't have to, but the way it's going... I will intervene if they reach certain... What is it that the humans say?"

"Bases."

She nodded at that even if it was not a well understood concept to her, "Bases. If they somehow end up in the closet, I suppose I can save them from utter embarrassment. Why break up the only amusing part of this whole thing?"

Apollo agreed, and the two gods laughed. They were such dicks.

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Sylas wasn't in her face but it felt like he was. His voice, his presence, his perfectly fine response all deserved to have his ass beaten. If she wasn't so repulsed by him and his commentary she might have suggested they whisk away and then she could accidentally get "carried away" choking him until he stopped breathing.

Suddenly a bottle hovered in her direction, but it wasn't the kind with any liquor in it. “Good luck.” She scowled taking the bottle from the brunette so she could be gone and the bottle out of her sight. What the hell gave the impression she wanted to be confined in a closet with somebody when she sat with her back to the circle? What did Trinity do to this girl to deserve it?

“I guess it's your turn to get groped in the closet... I hope they're a good kisser.”

Trinity's cold glare shifted to him. “As long as it's not you, I'm sure I'll have a great time.” Then she gave another one of her famous cold smiles. “I decide what happens to my body, when, where and how.” Sylas and Mason could have fun with the girls that dropped their panties the moment a guy invaded the personal space bubble.

Figuring it best to get over with, she swivelled around, sprang to her feet and spun the stupid bottle. Whoever it landed on was guaranteed a shit time. An even worse time if they invaded what little space Trinity would have left in the closet and a broken hand if they went for any groping.

What luck that it landed on Eve's back. Behind Eve's back was Wes. Supposedly one of the best kissers with his skill trades of Aphrodite. She headed on over to him and the blonde that couldn't be shaken.

"Look, let me get to the point, you want Trinity, but she’s not sure. Or whatever the problem is." Eve kept one hand on Wes's shoulder, while her other was outstretched toward him, palm up. "I can help, one little squiz at your destiny and you’ll know if she’s in it. Isn’t that what she needs, a little reassurance?"

"I think you need to learn how to mind your own business," Wes said as he pushed her hand away. Eve made damn sure the only thing in his line of sight was her, so he had no idea that Trinity had spun the bottle nor that she was approaching. Gods, did he just want her to leave him alone. It was her fault he's been digging his own grave with Trin for days now. "Watermelon." Wes didn't yell it, but he had a feeling the daughter of Ares had an eye on him ever since the minx graced him with her presence.

Trinity was always angry so it's not that it didn't trigger a violent thought or two but she was more exasperated with tonight. Trinity grabbed Eve's shoulder, spinning her around abruptly to face her.

"That was fast," Wes said rhetorically with a quiet laugh.

“Listen, this goes two ways. Either we go in the closet and it just might be the last thing you see, or you get out the way and let me take Wes.” That was Trinity projecting back the fuck off to the best of her ability. She grabbed Wes's arm, prompting him up. “Come on, up and at 'em.” In another fluid tug, Trinity sent them on the path to the closet before she could give Mason's shit girlfriend a makeover. Eve must have craved one, turning black and blue with a few missing teeth.

Wes raised his eyebrows in entertainment as Trinity proceeded to threaten Eve. He didn't even quite realize at first that it meant she had spun the bottle... and it subsequently landed on him, or the she devil. She took his hand and gave his arm a tug. His free hand pushed off his knee as he stood. "Yes ma'am."

Once a distance away from others, she let Wes go. She'd like to apologize for making things uncomfortable earlier with Liam but she couldn't and wasn't sorry. “At least it's you I have to pash.” She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. “Isn't that how it works? You get crammed in a closet and everyone expects you to make out without reservation?” She scoffed and stepped into the closet. “Apparently it's supposed to turn into the fucking discovery channel.”

Wes had to duck to get into the closet and saying it was a tight squeeze was an understatement. He was a bulky guy and fairly tall, but he couldn't help but think of poor Liam trying to cram in here without looking like the hulk in a clown car. "I guess so," he responded to the question vaguely as he adjusted in the narrow space. The closet wasn't much wider than the width of his shoulders and he tried his best to not encroach on her personal bubble. It wasn't working very well. "I'm honestly not that surprised. The sexual tension is this place is palpable." Although Wes never used his powers, there were some he couldn't switch off. Being able to sense others romantic and sexual energies was one of them.

Finding a comfortable but defiant position was a task. She leaned her back against the wall, crossed her arms, stood straight, shifted around until she called it quits. The closet really was too small. “You know, you're a real pain in my ass. I'm trying to work on my impulse control and you and your stupid handsome face, and your stupid charms are just...” she clenched her fist in the air and growled. He attracted women like flies and she thought about him too much.

Was that supposed to be an insult or a weird back handed compliment? His gaze fell slightly. Wes couldn't control the whole Aphrodite attraction thing. He wondered if she was talking about the other girls at camp like Eve... or herself. Maybe she was playing off any feelings she may or may not have to his... charm? He didn't know. Wes stopped trying to connect the dots or understand the layers of meanings behind a woman's words.

Trinity let out a breath slowly knowing it wasn’t his fault. She looked him over defeated. But that defeat slowly and gradually turned into an idea. Everything throughout the day came together to inspire her masterplan. Trinity was too hard on Wes, she was too angry, Eve was all over Wes, the intimacy expectations in the closet. She smirked. “Since you blew off our date, I cleaned your cabin and presumably, you spent the day with another woman, I think it's only fair you owe me something.” She shrugged off her leather jacket, keeping her eyes on Wes. She pulled her hair to one side then turned her back to him. “A massage,” she checked over her shoulder and grinned.

He wanted to debate the subject, say she was pissed at him which was solid enough of a reason to not try to follow up on a date. But it wasn't worth arguing about. It was both of their fault. Wes's brows furrowed as he watched Trinity slip out of her jacket. He kept his gaze locked with hers until she had her back to him. He let out a soft laugh and a weak nod of his head at the demand. His hands rose, then froze as they hovered over her shoulders. He stared at the mix of flesh and mechanical, then withdrew slightly.

He was not able to slip out of his own jacket as easily as Trinity but eventually managed to be free of it. His left hand then moved under his shirt and started unfastening the straps that kept his new arm attached. It took a moment before Wes was able to remove the prosthetic and placed it on the shelf overhead. No one wants a massage from a machine and part of him didn't like the idea of touching her with anything besides his real authentic self. Even if that meant he was absent an arm. "I may need your help to get that back on," he said quietly as his hand finally rested on her left shoulder.

Wesley's hands were most qualified to touch her because she accepted his touch for starters, and they actually felt nice. He was one of the few she could trust with her back turned. She closed her eyes rolling out her shoulders gently. “It's my 7 minutes in heaven. If I'm feeling kind, I can repay the favour, after the party.”

What did that mean? Wes tried not to let the slightly suggestive comment throw him off. Although it definitely made his heart skip a beat as he swallowed. But he didn't argue with her request. Trinity knew full well he'd do anything she asked of him, including releasing the tension in her shoulders rather than making out in a cramped closet. Wes found himself smiling slightly from the smell of her hair and their closeness as his thumb gently massaged her shoulders and then the back of her neck.

She rested her head back on his chest, gazing up at him then slowly extended her arm to reach out and play with his hair. Well, mess up really, and it wouldn't be long until Wes gathered she didn't have a fixation with his hair. He laughed as his face scrunched up, but he didn't stop her.

She spun around to face him and rubbed down his arm and chest. “What do you think? Marked up enough or more Trinity was here?” she was only half kidding.

"Well, that depends. What message are you trying to send? Are you claiming your territory? Or just wanting it to look like we played along?" Wes grinned as his hand slowly ran down her arm, pulling her a little closer as it hooked around her waist. He leaned down slightly as his palm rested upon the small of her back. His head lowered, shifting to the right of her own. He placed a gentle kiss on her neck just below her ear, letting his lips linger there for a brief moment. Then he raised his head and his fingers curled around the fabric of her shirt at the base of her back. "No one will believe it if you're not disheveled too," he said with a hint of a smile as he began to untuck her shirt.

Words were lost when Wes brought her in closer and laid a kiss on her neck. She grinned enduring the time his lips were there, even when she wanted to recoil because it was sensitive. Then Wes started to pull her shirt, one-handed and she arched her brow but decided to trust him. “A woman can't pounce on a man, leaving him defenceless?” Trinity shook her head and tutted dramatically then smiled. “My intention was to claim you were off-limits,” she poked his solid chest, “because women can't keep to themselves around you.”

Wes kept his hand on the small of her back once he finished adjusting her own appearance. He smiled as he looked down at her, his voice a whisper. "You know I'm yours. But I wouldn't argue to you claiming me." He laughed softly as he teased her.

They were on a time restraint in the closet, she almost forgot it couldn't be wasted bickering and teasing him. Trinity cupped the back of his neck giving him a kiss for no other reason than because she wanted to. Then replaced her lips on his neck with a smile. She chuckled there. “Okay, cupid, tell me how'd I do.” She kissed over his pulse point, using his body for leverage then pulled away to admire her work. Hopefully, a little bruise would pop up soon but maybe there was more technique to hickeys, more sucking or teeth required.

He was surprised at the sudden kiss, but it wasn't unwanted. Wes was happy to stand there, returning the kiss for as long as she wanted. Then Trinity's mouth moved to his neck. He wasn't expecting that. He could feel heat rise to his cheeks and chills run down his spine. His breathing got a little heavier with the kiss on his neck and her own playful laugh. Wes couldn't fight the smile on her lips as she pulled away. "I guess we'll find out."

Trinity cleared her throat. “Just getting even.” It felt like the ghost of his lips were still on her neck and he needed a little love bite, some actual marking.

7 minutes were up and Trinity bent down to pick up their jackets while Wes could go high and get his arm. “Trade you,” she said holding out his jacket for the arm. With all the emotions of camp, Trinity had forgotten to ask him about his feelings on the prosthetic arm so while she tried to equip him with a foreign limb, she spoke. “Do you like it or does it feel strange?” She hovered her hands around the object half-expecting she had done it wrong.

Wes was patient, even helping by showing her where the straps went to secure the new arm. Once it was fastened in place, he flexed and extended it as much as possible in the small closet to make sure it felt right. "It uh, throws me off balance. I got used to only having one arm... I have to be careful, gentle. It's stronger than I thought it'd be." As he spoke, he wiggled the fingers of the mechanical prosthetic. "Maybe I'll be able to fight better." He smiled and laughed.

She patted his back sending him on his way to choose somebody else with the bottle while she headed over to a log.

He took his jacket and threw it over his shoulder, feeling a little too hot to put it back on quite yet. Wes smiled toward Trinity before adjusting his path toward the fire. He scooped up the bottle into his hand, then glanced around at the campers. He nearly took it over to Liam, but seeing him with a particular small brunette convinced him not to be a cock block. That would just be a dick move. Then there was Alex or maybe Duke. He wiggled the bottle in his fingers until his gaze settled on a dark sullen looking dude that Wes couldn't remember talking to.

He walked right on over to the guy, then held out the bottle in greeting. "I don't think we've met, but you look like you could use a smile." Wes gave Pete a pat on the shoulder and left him to see what fate had in store for the closet.

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In all fairness, at least she said that she'd try. At the very least, he had warned her. Not that it was enough to simply make someone aware of a problem that could surface. If anything, he was all the more wary of it now that he had told her. If he did anything to her regardless of promises broken, he'd only really have himself to blame. One cannot control the actions of others, only of themselves. His only worry was that here he had no release. Not in the same way that he did back home - where he could fight and brawl to his heart's content and it would stave off that insatiable desire to hit someone. Sometimes that was someone he loved that just hit the right button at an impossibly wrong time.

They were just going to have to cross that road when they get there. When. It was never a matter of if, as much as he loathed to think it.

Liam actually couldn't feel her pulse quickening because his hands were so rough, skin calloused and tough. Even his fingers were the same. He wasn't well-versed in handling delicate things or touching a woman long enough to take note of her subtle body signals - the coolness of her fingers as compared to his, the lax way her fingers seemed to rest against his own. However, he did notice that her cheeks were flushing, and he was almost sure that meant he had won for the night. He high-fived himself in his own mind.

"Thank you,", she finally spoke, and he decided right there that he had created an uncomfortable scenario. At best, maybe it was just unfamiliar. He put on faux disappointment, and it also complimented

He tilted his body away from her just a little bit - enough to pull his head back and give her his signature stare down. Only this one had a really? expression to it. "You know, would it kill a woman to tell a man that he is good looking? I mean, Rocco told me you were trying to sneak a peek back at the cabin." Oh, only Liam could ruin a perfectly romantic moment. Getting Sloane to smile and laugh was a good distraction, and she seemed to take his jests with a light heart. There was also this huge fact that, if this scene was uncomfortable to her, then it was ten times more so for him. He didn't know exactly how this woman made him felt, why it happened so quickly, or if an attachment to her would be something he could handle. Put a few guys in front of him - he could kick all their asses. A small thing with big doe eyes and a penchant for taking care of his dog and him? Terrifying.

Just as the dark recesses of his mind tried to open doors that were best remained shut, she collided with him. His reaction, naturally, was to brace her midback with the hand she had freed, protectively tucking her up against him."Sorry. It was cold," Sloane laughed - smiled. You know, all that cute shit she does that he's sure is making him look like a total pansy. "Maybe we should get something to drink? Since you kind of hulk smashed yours."

She didn't have to ask him twice - not that she had given him much choice. He was all-too-happy to be led by her, hand-in-hand, as strange as it was. Yet, it was also comfortable. Or not? Or both. This whole thing is a mess. Liam is a mess. But hey, he was pretty sure that none of the other girls were going to try to put moves on him. That was one worry of off of his shoulders. As his eyes ventured off to the crowd and landed on Eve for a moment, he reminded himself that she looks like the type that would try. But she's so hot. Camp Athens is a curse.

His eyes wouldn't dare to linger on the blonde for long, but they did fall on Sylas as Sloane began to cling to Liam. The snake was lucky that this beautiful woman was clinging to him because he knows he spoke to Trinity, and just that alone deserved some overdue facial reconstruction. He promised to try and not be a dick, though. It was a really big ask. He knew that Sylas wouldn't dare. He would be stupid to. A few words and the entire Camp would turn their backs on him. Liam was all about keeping this whole situation on a need-to-know basis, but he didn't have a whole lot of patience.

Before he even knew it, and probably by the grace of Sloane being in charge of tugging him wherever she so pleased, they were away from her brother and at the refreshments table. She was right - there were way too many choices. "Where do you even start?"

The Ares son slipped away from her, but only play pretend bartender. "I've been to so many bars, I'm sure this can't be hard. I mean, I bet you like fruity drinks." He picked up a bottle of vodka and set it in front of him, then some cranberry juice, some Schnapps of a flavor he didn't really check - maybe peach or some girly shit, and orange juice. He gathered up a shot glass, filled a glass with ice, and proceeded to put it all together. While he summoned his inner bartender, he put one shot of the vodka. But that couldn't be right. Who could taste one shot of vodka with all this fruity crap in it? So, he put in two along with one of the Schnapps. Then he started to mix in the juices but didn't bother using a shaker. He just stuck it all in the glass and used a spoon to stir it. Same thing!

He was super proud of the job he had done, and he even embellished it with one of those cute umbrellas. He presented it to her, "Sex On the Beach?" It never occurred to him to tell her that it was the name of the drink he offered to her. Either way, it was definitely the drink, but heavy on the alcohol. It was not good at all.

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