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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.
xxwesley preston
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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.
xxandromeda bolton
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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.