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Trinity Wallace

The Fiery Heart

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a character in “Camp Athens II”, as played by xNocturnax

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“Your greatest friend or your greatest foe. You choose.”
I Am




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N a m e
Trinity Tamara Wallace

N i c k n a m e s
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A g e
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G e n d e r
Female

S e x u a l i t y
Heterosexual

E t h n i c i t y
Australian & Greek

H o m e t o w n
Gold Coast, Queensland

S p e c i e s
Demigod



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“You can call me cute at your own expense.”
Hit Me Like A Man



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H e i g h t
5'5

W e i g h t
128lb

H a i r
Blonde

E y e s
Blue

M a r k i n g s
Trinity loves to throw her body into battle, as such she has obtained multiple scars. Her body is an art of battles but you should see the other guys.

A p p e a r a n c e
Trinity has a smoldering intensity to her, her toned body and defined muscles always tense, expecting and aching for a fight. Her eyes meanwhile behold a fierce flare behind the dark blue irises she possesses. Even when she smiles and feels relaxed, her eyes still spark and are fueled with an insatiable fire. However, her long blonde hair, subtle natural tan, polished whites, and passionate blue eyes are not so repelling for a daughter of the God of War. She looks much more approachable and innocent at the surface, one may not think she was Ares daughter...if it weren't for her character.




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“Nobody wants to spar with little ol' me?...Really!?”
Must Be Nice



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P O W E R S

S u p e r i o rx C o n d i t i o n // x Strength, speed, stamina, endurance, you name it, this little lady's got it packed under her form in peak condition.
H i g hx P a i n x T o l e r a n c e // x Trinity can withstand what she dishes. And if you can make her hurt, she's already in love.
W e a p o n x C o n j u r a t i o n // x Trinity can summon weapons in her hand. This mixed with her bloodlust can be dangerous.
N e g a t i v ex E m o t i o n x M a n i p u l a t i o n // x Trinity can inflict rage, though it's not a power she plays around with much. It has been said to be strong enough to plant the seeds of war.



P R O F I C I E N C I E S

C o m b a tx // x Trinity is an expert combatant. She knows multiple fighting styles and executes them flawlessly.
W i l l f u lx // x Some call it stubborness, persistence, ego, but Trinity is pretty strong mentally too. In a lose, try again, fights not over until she's dead way and I'm going to do what I want to do.
M o t i v a t e dx // x Trinity is the furthest thing from lazy and unmotivated. She gets up in the morning and commits to whatever the task. Mostly.



W E A K N E S S E S

P r i d ex // x Trinity takes a great amount of pride in who she is and Ares. To turn down a challenge or be spoken about poorly and do nothing is cowardice. A blow to her pride can have her in the stickiest situations.
A n g e rx // x It's always just one layer underneath.
E m o t i o n a lx R e c o g n i t i o nx // x She can see it in other people, but never herself. She identifies with anger and understands anger, but jealousy and sadness are foreign to her. Trinity doesn't understand why she feels certain ways.



F E A R S

E l e v a t o r sx // x "Har-har! How would you like being stuck in a big metal box that you don't have control over?" Something about them hasn't quite sat right with her. Ever.
L o s i n gxLovedxO n e sx // x Trinity would be at a loss without her loved ones breathing. She knows she'd go down swinging and with a hell of a fight but others...
P a r a l y s i sx // x To be rendered helpless or just not be able to move as she likes...it's a terrifying concept.




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“You'll get used to it. Probably.”
You Can't Take Me



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Trinity is a highly competitive and energetic young woman. Not only with fights and spars, though she has an unhealthy love for them, but any challenge proposed and present. She just can't help herself, and the joy that may be accompanied in proving people wrong, which is quite the easy task as Ares' daughter with such a deceiving petite appearance. It's a kick she never gets sick of. Trinity is also, unsurprisingly prideful in herself, family and friends, so it is unlikely for her to refuse challenge or turn a blind eye to anything remotely insulting or degrading spoken of her or her loved ones. To be protective and fiercely loyal has always ran thick in her blood. But it's not just pride, it's about seizing opportunity, otherwise conforming to the fear of loss or failure and regret.

While she wants to argue she's not a "bloodhound", she can't, because she is. She lives for the thrill of battle, she has bloodlust in battle aiming to kill or brutalize, she sees people and she wonders how they'd handle in battle or how their abilities could be used in battle. Unfortunately, she is war orientated, it's just the reality. However violent she may be, you'll find she's a bit quirky too and has lots of enthusiasm to share and gets a bit animated on a range of topics.

Part of the quirkiness accounts towards never really having much friends on the playground so it's like the social aspect has been suppressed. It's easy to look at her as a blonde little monster or total tom boy but she believes a balance would be optimal. The balance of being half treated like a girl as well as a warrior. Of course this is something she'd never admit, in fear of perception of her being shifted completely. Admittedly, some of that fault lays with her since she wouldn't know flirting if it stared right at her, touched her arm and winked, and is unable to receive compliments well unless about her impeccable fighting skill. Along with some additional social oddities.

She's definitely somebody that keeps another person on their toes and loves a little tease and banter. As long as it's kept in light heart, you'll see she's not always hyper intense but quite playful.





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“I swear I can play gentle.”
Freakshow



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H I S T O R Y


You could probably imagine the firecracker Trinity was from a young age. She had barbies like a normal girl but she used to make them fight and imitate wrestling moves and more often than not they would break and lose their plastic heads. And when her mum's personal trainer used to act out wrestling moves with her, throwing her around and dumping her on the couch, she absolutely loved it. There was no better excitement or louder giggly screech when she was a child. Then school happened and people were less endeared by how she played. Cops and Robbers would end in bruises and British Bulldog would end in tears. Trinity wasn't sure where it went wrong though, she wasn't a bully, just playing like the rest of them. Eventually, it got to that stage of calling her parents and that led to an intervention revealing the truth.

Ares visited Katrina and Trinity time-to-time, posing as a personal trainer primarily to make sure they were both in the shape he envisioned and fit enough to manage themselves in fights. Even with the one night stand and offspring complete, he still perceived them as his girls at risk of ruining his reputation. If they had become anything less: sluggish, lazy, unable to fight and defend themselves, Ares would probably send intruders to demonstrate their peak performance and the worth of his services. So, Ares was thorough they stayed in shape and strong willed and they always were. Needless to say, the posing as a PT who had laid with her mother and created Trinity was filled with tension, especially with Brian around but then for her brother Sam to even catch a whiff of the tension in the air. As years progressed, however Ares lessened his visits.

The next she saw of him was when she was 15 and Ares brought her to camp prematurely, because the sooner the better in his eyes, and she'd be better to test her true might with people that were and are, a little more sturdy. For years she's been attending the hazardous eventful camp and she's grown attached to it in a way. But she always juggled family as well and tried the likes of high school, although sitting in a classroom listening to math and literature explained couldn't grab her attention and her grades reflected that.


Last year the war came. Many lives were lost, a few people left camp and that was her first real war. But she still measured the success by defeating the enemies and the survivor's perseverance. She is probably the least haunted by the events of the war. Not to say it came without stress, because it was highly stressful and somebody she cared about lost a limb he didn't have to lose, and she lost a friend but.. Trinity looks forward. That's the consequence and reality of war.





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So begins...

Trinity Wallace's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor
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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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Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Sloane Astor
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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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She gave a quick glance to Wes as he left then her eyes were back on Liam. ”That turd,” he said quietly but was more than happy to point at the apparent turd. ”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,” Trinity glanced to his near measurement then glanced to Sylas. So why was he here? ”He’s fucking testing me because she’s staying with me. Packed all her shit up and took it to my cabin.”

Trinity clutched her hair biting back her own frustrations. He wasn't answering why the hell Sylas could still sit around a fire acting fresh as daisies. Good for Liam, he got the girl out but the antagonist sat. Right. There. ”Do not talk to that guy. Don’t let him touch you, either.” Trinity redirected her glare to Liam. Was she some damsel too now? ”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.”

Trinity threw her hand up in the air exasperated. “Are you serious? Is this really the situation to let your ego get involved?” She sighed out and shook her head. Unbelievable. 'Yeah, there's this giant prick floating around camp but don't do anything about it while I play Sherlock.' Whatever happened was on him then. “Fine,” she agreed. She took a swig of her drink.

Liam huffed out. ”I do have another problem. I think - I think she’s growing on me. I’m not sure I can…” Trinity looked to him once then into the sand. Wherever this was going wasn't good. ”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.”

Sympathy had long been thrown out the window. Almost. But you didn't, and you shouldn't have to come with a get the hell out of my way sign. The guy deserves to go and if that costs a shove in the process, it's for the greater good.” Nobody ever died getting shoved out the way of a raging bull. Bruised and nicked, sure, but welcome to some rough love. Did Sloane want that piece of shit gone or not? “Maybe you've found yourself a little anchor,” she offered flatly. Those didn't exist. She tried to use Wes and guess what, she went for the attack every time she wanted. “Just make sure she's worth it.” Although Liam had already entangled himself in her shit.

There was a presence approaching them and that's when Liam chose to talk again. ”Wasn’t that the guy you were grumbling about during the Trial? He seems like an okay chap to me.”

Trinity glared at him from the corner of her eye. “Why don't you date him then?” she muttered under her breath. She forgot Wes was a saint in everyone's eyes and needed to know he was talked about in the trial.

”It doesn’t matter. I don’t give a fuck. Just - ugh, women and their woman powers of crippling a man.”

Trinity jerked her head back. And just what the hell was that supposed to mean? She looked between the men for explanations, then shook it off. The same could be said about men and their man powers of being a pain in the ass.

“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.” Trinity shot a look at Wes. He was god damn right and if he didn't use his powers he probably wasn't up for murder.

”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.” Well it could have been a joke if Liam didn't reply like that. But again, if Sylas was such a threat why the hell was he still alive.

“Maybe you should learn to finish a job,” she said. If Liam expected them to play hide and retreat from Sylas, then that made her dear big brother the biggest prick of all.

Liam fell into silence after that. Her look was fleeting to Wes then it rested on the fire. She didn't mean to make the company uncomfortable but seriously Liam's one-man mission could go burn in a fiery pit. Trinity sat forward trying to find a way to be okay with taking a back seat and understanding her brother's request. She heard the smashing of glass and recoiled away instinctively. Quickly, she found Liam's bottle didn't exist anymore and he was in a trance not caring for the contents in his hand. Following his tunnel vision confirmed what she already knew and that was the rage and bloodlust compelling him. Trinity had a spiteful first thought being not to help him. He wanted to deal with it all himself so why shouldn't she let him display the monster and do a public execution. No one helped her on Olympus. Liam wasn't worth the fight. Sylas wasn't worth protecting. Let him deal with the repercussions. Trinity closed her eyes trying to let her own anger go. She got to her feet, picked up her bottle and stepped away while others tried to reach his rationality, play nurse and tell him he was bleeding. Good luck to them.

It'd be a grand plan if he weren't around her friends though. She couldn't have them as collateral damage. Besides, when the anger in every fibre of his being passed and he reached a moment clarity, he'd feel like crap. She clinked her fingers against her bottle then buried it in the sand and took a firm hold of the beast's arm. In another split-second decision, she pressed a shard deeper into his flesh to gain his attention. “Liam you know he's testing you, you said it yourself.” Trinity moved in front of him, yes, right in front of that get the hell out of my way sign. She wasn't a bowling pin so he'd need to give it some proper grunt to move her. “If you hit me, you're no better than him,” she whispered. “And you don't deserve to protect Sloane.” That'd just be trading one demon for another.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the time or place to lunge at Sylas. “You are letting him win,” she warned. “Take a walk or something.” Sylas wasn't going to hurt the girl in front of them all. Trinity scanned Liam carefully, ready to defend herself then glanced over her shoulder to see him heading off to the closet. Trinity's head dropped and she sighed. Not to say Liam couldn't run after him and find a way to fuck up heaven but now he wasn't with Sloane. He wasn't being an active pest. “At least don't let your own blood be all over the crime scene.” She plucked out the single shard she had dug deeper into his hand since she was responsible for that.

Now it was up to the others or Liam himself to stop the bleeding. Give him some TLC while she wandered off to a bin. Nobody wanted her sticking out her neck and this is how it was done.



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“I'd like to start by saying, it wasn't just for fun, I - the zombies were. The daughter of Zeus and I were bored,” Evelyn gave him a cold look. She specifically told him not to bother if that was his purpose. Forcing herself to see the bright side, at least Daniel had play buddies.

Before she could walk off, Daniel continued. “But the wendigo was to overcome fear. I had an overactive imagination so I figured the best way to get over it was face it head-on. Can confirm they still give me the creeps.” A shudder rippled through him seemingly causing him to laugh. She was just as perplexed if not more.

“So you confronted this particular fear, skipping the whole process of overcoming a phobia and jumped straight to confrontation?” Reckless was the thought that rang above the rest. Evidence was there to suggest it was poorly thought through but a part of her admired his unapologetic attitude and commitment to an idea. The fact that he didn't let the fear manifest, mentally and emotionally anyway.

“I never thought I'd be giving lessons at a party. One second, Evie.” She nodded her head allowing him to excuse himself and get away with the nickname. She glanced to the game. Eve landed on Mason. That's all she had missed. But understanding Eve's desires, the reason for wanting Mason could vary from sex to parter in crime to puppet. The son of Hades had to stand above the rest on her scale for some reason or another.

Daniel reapproached snapping her out of her train of thoughts. She looked to the drink he offered her and blinked. She didn't know they were on nicknames and poisoning terms already. Hesitantly, she took the drink and brought it to her nose. “I was under the illusion you knew all.” Startled, she glanced to him. But he wasn't the spider or serpent testing her. He plunged straight into his teachings while she swirled the glass delicately. “The myth originates from Native American tribes and one of the theories is the wendigo actually came to be because of a curse gripping them in their most desperate hour. People often say it's a lost hunter or trapped person, and the evil spirit enters them when they resort to cannibalism. Of course after that their hunger is never really sated.” Evelyn almost missed Daniel taking a sip from his own cup absorbed in this new lesson. A curse/spirit managed to grip someone and abandon their humanity making way for the wendigo because of the primal urge for survival. That was fascinating and ruthless.

Evelyn tasted her own drink and swallowed. She actually found herself going back for another mouthful to actually enjoy this time. She had no idea what was in it but it wasn't bad at all. “It's ironic. The last thing they ate, supposedly out of survival, they are cursed to crave forever,” she agreed. “The cost for cannibalism is hunting more blood and flesh.”

“They turn into apex predators being fast, strong, stealthy. There's even a version they can mimic voices. So you know, if you could avoid going to Canada or any other cold woods areas, I'd feel a lot more assured for your safety.” Evelyn smiled and nodded as a very empty whatever you say. She took another sip. “I don't want them to use my voice and make you think you were listening to sirens.”

Too quick to protest, her drink spurted out of her mouth and she quickly wiped her lips and chin. “Sorry,” she mumbled behind the back of her hand. Packing a magical utility belt Daniel offered a napkin allowing her to appropriately dry herself. She laughed. “I was taken by surprise.”

Instead of a remark, Daniel bent down setting down his glass and Evelyn watched his every move. He pulled her free hand forth. Her eyes shifted between the digits he was writing on her hand and him. “Now...you call me if your cat-like curiosity, gets the best of you. If you want to go mythbusting or have any questions for the upcoming exam.” His words mixed with a mumble, holding the pen lid between his teeth and clarity. He then rubbed his thumb over the numbers like they could be wiped away. That's exactly what happened.

“A magician that knows his tricks,” she commented slyly. She inspected her hand for any trace of ink he had printed on her skin. His magic was impressive but she was willing to bet he knew that too. She suspected it was part of the "woo'ing" process, or he was a show-off. Potentially both. “I think I'm confident professor. Right after this year is up I'm going to go directly to Canada. See if there's a spec of humanity to redeem,” she taunted. “My curiosity is a bit more sophisticated than a cat's. Don't worry.”

Daniel walked them to the group and stepped over the log before offering her a hand. She gladly accepted since it'd become a balancing act in the sand and not spilling her drink. She smoothed down her dress before sitting with him. Apparently Evelyn had missed a spin. Her eyes surveyed the gathered demigods for the missing two and the devil and Liv were missing. Now that was an interesting pair up. Who wanted who though, that might help context slightly. “Mason,” Evelyn beckoned him over. Only when he approached did she speak. “Who did you hand the bottle over to?”

Mason wasn't the only source of knowledge. There were others sitting around the circle and the revelation led to Liv. Never mind, she couldn't wrap her head around it. She got some serious get lost vibes in the hall but Liv wanted Sylas. Some girls were just complicated and played the hate game until it turned into burning desire. And Evelyn thought that might be herself for a while. She smirked satisfied.

Thankfully Daniel was there getting her out of her headache. “What did you want to dance to? RnB? A classic? Striptease?”

If there was any previous confusion about Keith and Daniel, there wasn't anymore. The son of Hecate left little room for doubt. “You know me so well,” she quipped. “I've always dreamt of becoming a stripper, men and boys throwing money at me on stage while I dance around exposed and other men have to protect me.” She shook her head and cracked a smile. “I consider myself adaptable. You can be the shotcaller.”

Daniel began to dance on the spot. He was unbelievable but it amused Evelyn. “Don't hold back on my account. We can dance at any stage,” she pointed out. She glanced down to her hand seeing the numbers appear in the flame's light. Evelyn took another gulp of encouragement. No matter how she tended to her drink it appeared she wasn't lowering the glass, but it could have been the content, the colors playing with her perception or the alcohol itself.

“Do you suppose I could lay a Wendigo curse on someone?” Nemesis' children were supposed to be able to cast curses and blessings, to what extent was never measured. She quite liked the irony that once the person succumbed to flesh they would forever hunt flesh. It wouldn't be a bad curse to take some inspiration from, a little tweak here and there and practice on some cultists or something.

They had sat down for a couple of minutes relatively behaved. Evelyn was at least. Aside from trying to discover new curses by means of retribution. Daniel was good to build some ideas off. Another check around the circle made her lean to him. “Have you talked to...Summer, yet?” Cherise definitely cared for...Keith. Oops. At some stage, the girl deserved the truth though.

Daniel's energy must have been contagious and bouncing off her or she was anxious for when he ambushed her for a dance. The bottle wasn't coming their way and she had an energetic puppy next to her. Never mind him being the shotcaller. She felt he was suppressing himself. “Alright,” she placed her glass down and got to her feet, “come dance with me.”

She led him away then turned and Evelyn curtsied to her partner. She knew the music wouldn't account for an elegant waltz or tango and all those kinds of dance styles in-between. She grabbed his hand, lifted his arm and twirled under it. The rest was history as she tried to dance with him, swaying her hips slightly but still keeping it conserved. Her arms never strayed beyond a bend and she danced in an imaginary tiny square. She never stood a chance at keeping up with Daniel but he was fun to be around and watch.

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"Are you serious? Is this the situation to let your ego get involved?" Trinity accused him, and Liam gave her his best flat stare. There was no ego, and it was clear that she didn’t listen to a word he said. He was beginning to paint a picture of his half-sister as being an unreasonable woman who didn’t stop to listen. Her entire life must be based on reaction, and that was grating even as they spoke in more depth for perhaps the first time since his arrival. He wondered if she realized that they were still half-human, and they lived in a world with law and order. Sure, people break them all of the time, but murder was murder.

Did she believe that Zeus would treat her with equal protection like he did his children? Did she believe that she would stand a chance in a trial if she, an Ares child killed someone at Camp? Did she think that he would? No, they wouldn’t stand a chance for defense. They’d be cast into whatever hell the gods wanted to put them in because they were dangerous - naturally violent monsters that thought they could do whatever they wanted just because someone pissed them off. He didn't know a whole lot about these gods, but he knew the golden children when he saw them. He thought that if Zeus was the big guy on top, then his children were untouchable. If Ares was anything like his children, he was probably unlikeable. Of course, he was probably just being ignorant. He dropped out of high school right around that time where they might have learned a little about this all, and he didn't give Ares a chance to give him a crash course. What would they see if they conjured up his memories? Him hitting his mother. A teenage boy with rage that grew into a man with even more rage. Even more dangerous, a sort of slightly more controlled rage that he could turn on. A man that liked to elicit the wrath of his opponents. They'd blame him. He knew it. He couldn't trust the gods or any of their children.

The rest of her words began to just go into one ear and then mindlessly out the other. She looked young, and he wasn’t sure if that was part of it. Or maybe a hard life just made him look older. Regardless, she wasn’t making any sense. She accused him of his ego without taking a good hard look at how much her own was getting her into trouble. Trinity wanted him to behave how she would without the thought that he was his own person. They were both Ares children, but they had different upbringings. He had only been here for a few days, and she was already tossed in a cage.

Ares didn’t give a fuck about his kids as far as Liam was concerned. If he did, maybe he’d step in and help Trinity instead of letting her run amok like some rabid beast with hurt feelings and no hope for anything good in life except for feeding her violent side. She sounded like a smooth trigger without the ability to know when to pull and when to simply wait. Then again, Liam has always had a release for his violence all of his life. Maybe she didn’t. He didn’t know a thing about her, so unlike Trinity - he doesn’t make an effort to try to explain her own decisions to her. He didn’t know her, and she didn’t know him.

They were probably not going to be a good brother and sister pair.

Not that any of that mattered. Her words began to turn into just a pair of moving lips since he had gone into that seething trance. While he looked into the flames like a hungry lion ready to pounce on an antelope from behind the tall grass, Trinity tried to summon his attention. The first prick of the cool glass to his flesh didn’t earn it yet, but as it sunk deeper and deeper until the blood began to slowly pool, he shook his head and blinked. It wasn’t that it hurt; it was just that he felt something other than his wildly burning anger. He looked up at Trinity and pulled his hand in, covering it with the other to not make a grand show of how much she could make him bleed out over the sand. "Liam, you know he's testing you, you said it yourself. If you hit me, you're no better than him. And you don't deserve to protect Sloane." She whispered to him while he was coming out of his stupor.

"You are letting him win. Take a walk or something. At least don't let your blood be all over the crime scene." She told him, and just before she could leave, he stood up and grasped her wrist with his other hand. He’d not hold his sister against her own will, and his grip was light enough to give her the freedom of choice.

"I didn’t kill him because I’m not going to walk around and pretend that I am invincible when I’m not. We can do great things, Trinity - with our bodies, with our anger. We can be great protectors to those who need it, but you can’t let the world see you like an animal that needs to be caged. You have to find a way to sit back and see the battle for what it is - a playing field with other people that have powers we don’t have. I’m asking you to not involve yourself because I don’t know who his friends are or what they can do. I don’t want to drag you into something that I don’t even know I am part of. I want to end it, but I have to figure out what I am up against. Who I am up against. I also realize that the gods aren’t going to give us a fair trial as they would to the children of Zeus. I’m not saying you shouldn’t be yourself, Trinity, but I am telling you that if we make a wrong move on these other demigods, we will be as damned as Hades. You’re more than welcome to take a backseat, or hell - if you want to hop in the passenger’s seat, that’s fine. But we can’t go around killing just because we can." Trinity was probably going to go huff and puff and walk away, and he let her go so that she could. He called after her, just in case she needed it, "If you need to release some sort of pent up aggression, I am always here. Just saying. I'll even stand there and let you kick my ass if it will make you feel better."

He turned away from her and then gave Wes a shrug. It was one of those I don't know how you fucking deal with her shrugs. "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." But as an Ares child, he understood it - that innate desire to jump before knowing how far down the bottom was. Trinity was a tough chick to man up and really talk to. Even Liam was irked a little bit at the idea of her biting his head off, and he wasn’t really scared of anyone. But women without the Ares gene were vicious, which meant that a female version of Ares was probably not something he wanted to really get to know in that violent and adversarial sort of way.

He also saw Andy. When the fuck did she get there? He gave her this really slick grin and put on his worst woman wooing face as he looked her from sole to crown unabashedly, "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." He could never just get a compliment out without being a dog about it. "But I mean, if you want some of this," he gestured to all of himself as if he was Ares' gift to women, "All you gotta do is say so." Maybe if he behaved like himself pre-Sloane, he'd go back to not feeling anything at all but the need for life's basic things: sex, drugs, alcohol, and lots of violence. Maybe that's why he couldn't kill Sylas the first time around.

Then he looked over at Sloane and that ill attempt at retreating to his former self faded away. She sat by herself, and now that Sylas was in the closet with Liv, it was the perfect time for him to wander over. Andy was probably going to smack him or something anyway. He let Trinity go seethe in peace, hoping that maybe his words would resonate somewhere beneath all of that anger that seemed to be just right there - waiting, hoping for someone to excite it. Someone had to tell her the truth, and if it had to be him and she hated him for it, so be it.

He made his way over to Sloane while he shoved his hands into his pockets. He sat next to her, and pretty close, too. They were practically touching. He didn’t need to go for a walk - he just needed to be at a place where being angry was not an option for him, and being next to her made that possible. "I didn’t mean to leave you here alone."

He kept those hands in his pockets, too. One was wet, the other was a slight bloody mess from Trinity.

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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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Image Mason saw Andy grab a bottle that wasn't there a second ago and exchange words with Eve. Words that didn't exactly give off warm vibes. Somebody was nasty tonight. When Andy went away, Mason approached Eve slowly. "You have a very dark gift, Evangeline." He smirked and rubbed her back gently like he was comforting her. "Don't poke the bear too much, okay? I already called dibs on killing you when the time comes." A tight body and some great kissing skills didn't excuse people from the chopping block these days. To think he could almost adore the girl and her trouble if she didn't lie and use her powers on him.

He left Eve to it, grabbing some party food. “Mason,” a voice called to him. He looked towards the source and the redhead beckoned him to her. This was different. But what the hell, who else did he have to see tonight. He approached her and did the courtesy of squatting in front of her rather than stand over her. “Who did you hand the bottle over to?”

"Uh, that would be Liv. Why? Interested?" Mason looked between Daniel and her. She didn't seem discouraged in the least but actually happy. Women were plain scary these days. He pursed his lips hovering there in silence then nodded. "Okay then." He left the pair and prayed he'd see Daniel on the other side.

Mason glimpsed the little thing by herself sitting as part of the circle. He raised a brow and looked for her bodyguards. That was a new sight. Maybe he overestimated the treasure she was because while all of them had some powers, she was fragile like a twig. It didn't matter because soon that Nelly girl joined Iliana. It was good to see she was making friends. But she left the friend relatively quickly to jump over to a brunette. There was a lot of seat swapping going on and to avoid being caught in the middle he headed over to the new duo, standing next to Iliana mid-conversation. ..."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."

Mason put his foot on the log and leant forward to share his own input. "Most of us are understanding though and would never take advantage of you or hurt you because you are so good." He glanced to the brunette almost defiant before looking back to Iliana. "Yes, it would be a shame if you were involved in someone's mess," he agreed, "but don't you trust anyone to pull you out of the deep end? Even then, who's mess would you involve yourself in?" Mason wanted to give Iliana a little self-control credit and he thought his tone conveyed that implication that whoever hypothetically she would involve herself with, would be worth it.

He waited around to see that written reply. He hoped no V appeared on that iPad of hers or Z for Zeus' kids because he actually had small hope for the girl.

Mason sighed looking into the fire. He was probably interrupting the girls and he didn't overstay his welcome. "Anyway, you ladies enjoy your night. I'm around if you get too caught up." As long as that brunette stopped being such a nagging conscience on Iliana's shoulder.

Before he could find himself an official seat, he spotted Trinity fuming. Mason slowly approached waiting for somebody else to appear by her side or purely not to get his head torn off. He didn't think he had approached her in a hyper pissed stage before. Theo made a good punching bag, where was he? Too late. Mason had drifted over and it was time to be consistent with his claims that he'd be there for her. "Hey. You okay?" Mason looked her over then saw some red on her hand. "Trinity?" he asked with a little more concern. "Come sit with me."

Mason led her to a vacant log that was reserved for the lonely. He grabbed himself two drinks and sat with his back to the group, body turned towards Trinity waiting for her to talk or rant or give him the silent treatment, he didn't know. "More disappointment?" he guessed lowly then looked over his shoulder to the group. "Whenever we get stuck next to each other at a party it's never a good sign," he pointed out in case she tried any blunt grumbling lie. The common thread was often Trinity hoarding some anger and removing herself from a situation. But Mason didn't mind it in the least.

He didn't know how to fill in the silence with warrior princess or what to do. Personally he thought both parties were okay with silence, not every minute needed to be covered in conversation but they also went to each other as a distraction. Even Mason might have grown bored if he didn’t have company between spins. Mason clucked his tongue and held one of the beers out to her. "Just don't get stupid drunk on my watch. Or pass out. I don't want steroids over there beating me up. Although..." Mason pointedly glanced over his shoulder again in Liam's direction then made sure his eyes passed by others "he might not care, right? Wes might unless Alex gets intoxicated first," he laughed lightly like it was humorous and not a harsh reality.

Mason held his bottle towards Trinity's. "To being second best?"

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Theo left his cabin for the party extremely late, sliding his short sleeve denim button down on over his white t-shirt as he hurried down the steps. He wasn't much one for fashion, but even he thought he looked nice tonight. Theo knew he was late, and he kept his pace quick as he stomped through the woods down into the heart of camp. After Olympus, Theo was anxious to see Trinity. She had talked about spending the night in Theo's cabin, but they lost track of each other before they got back to camp. He hadn't seen her since, but Theo was optimistic that their relationship might just be turning a corner.

Theo smiled as he broke through the tree line, a tingle of excitement going down his spine. The party was already going strong. There was a big bright bonfire rising into the air, and the strong smell of hamburgers on a grill smacked Theo in the face. He whistled carelessly as he crossed the last hundred yards to the first wave of people, but as he broke through into the heart of the party, his mood immediately changed. There she was... in the exact place he didn't want to see her. Trinity was cozied up on a log next to Wes. She looked pretty much at ease as well, like the two didn't have a problem in the world. Theo just stood there with a dazed look on his face as he watched Trinity and Wes interact from a distance. She was flirting with him! Some things never change... Theo thought as he shook his head. He was pretty sure that she hadn't even noticed him arrive at the party. He had half a mind to turn on his heels and leave, but he opted for the alcohol table. Far from the jealous type, the bitterness just at the sight of Wes and Trinity confused Theo enough emotionally for him to decide to drown out the noise in his head.

Theo grabbed a couple of beers, scooped up a lawn chair, and found a spot to brood on the edge of the party. Knowing himself, Theo figured that once he was drunk enough, he would cheer up and be social. He sat back and watched as the game of Seven Minutes in Heaven started. He certainly was not in the mood for a silly game like that. As the game went on, Theo managed to down seven or eight beers in a very short amount of time. He was starting to get that warm feeling in his gut. Alcohol took his confidence to new levels. Trying to keep his eyes away from Trinity, Theo scanned the party. There had been a lot of new people showing up at the camp, and maybe one of the new girls could serve as a fitting distraction.

After a minute or so, he spotted an attractive redhead carrying food and drinks back to the big group. She looked like she was struggling a bit. Theo stood up, steadying himself before moving forward. The alcohol had hit him faster than he had expected. He walked quietly through the party to cut the girl off, almost bumping into the redhead as he approached. The angle he took basically forced her to stop walking and face Theo. He smiled down at her with as much confidence as he could muster, "Oh... uhhh, I'm sorry. I'm just a little drunk." Theo spoke with innocence like he hadn't created the situation on purpose. He ran his hands through his hair before glancing down at all of the things she was carrying.

"Do you need any help?" Theo reached out prepared to take some of the load off her hands. This gave him a chance to look the girl over from up close. Something felt... familiar, but Theo chalked it up to the alcohol in his system. Either way, she was a smoke show. Definitely enough to distract Theo for a while. "I hope you know I'm holding onto one of these beers for myself though," Theo winked at her mischievously.

It was just about then that another new redhead walked up, looking to help as well. This one was bubbly as hell. Theo smiled at her, gathering that her name was Nelly. Theo glanced between the two girls... looks like he had options.

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Liam called out something about having free shots at him and she wanted to stick up her middle finger. Thats why punching bags existed. Wanting a fight and blood was something else

Trinity was long gone from her surroundings making Mason's appeareance startle her. “Hey. You okay?” She jolted to attention and Mason's voice changed, “Trinity?”

Trinity glanced down to his source of worry and wiped the dribble of blood on her shorts, dismissively. “It's not mine,” she said. She didn't care to tell him whose blood it was or what condition they were in. Obviously nothing drastic because her fingertips wouldn't be the only part painted in red.

“Come sit with me.”

She felt too riled to sit but fewer people approached Mason and Trinity when they were together. Trinity crossed her arms when Mason led her to an empty log and swept up two drinks then sat with his back to the fire. That seemed more doable. She sighed out and forced herself to sit, facing the same way. “More disappointment?” She guessed that's what it boiled down to. “Whenever we get stuck next to each other at a party it's never a good sign.”

Normally she'd try argue or even give him a look but Mason had a point flat out. They gravitated to each other when one had a crap time, usually being her first. “Disappointmentnt” she answered simply. “I feel thrown right back into that puny dumb blonde stage again. Supposedly, I might just see your father in Tartarus. Want me to say hi?” Once the bitter words left her she sighed out exasperated with herself. That was out of line and she knew that. “Sorry.”

They sat in silence for some time and while she thought she was responsible for it, she couldn't rectify the situation. They only really needed to sit together to be people repellants anyway and that's what took priority. Mason made a noise and she found a beer being handed in her direction which she took. “Just don't get stupid drunk on my watch. Or pass out. I don't want steroids over there beating me up. Although...he might not care, right?” Trinity looked over her shoulder to scan who they had turned their backs on. Trinity didn't really know Liam, but she couldn't imagine him caring for a number of reasons varying from it being intoxication and her own choice and him simply not bothering.

“He won't.”

“Wes might unless Alex gets intoxicated first,” Mason laughed weakly and Trinity gave a poor smile and disheartened nod. Alex had her brother and Wes. Trinity had Mason she supposed. She couldn't help but check over her shoulder at Wes and Liam one more time.

Mason then held out his bottle towards hers for cheers. “To being second best?” That was encouraging.

Trinity retracted her bottle. “To being us. Undervalued, misjudged but powerful,” she clinked bottles with Mason and took a long drink. She pulled the bottle away chewing her bottom lip. “Can you sense when I die?” Trinity looked at him and held out her hand. She didn't know if that's how it worked exactly but it seemed like something where he'd touch her and get a premonition. “Then maybe you can pass the information on to Wes and Liam.” Liam more for the purposes of telling him to shove it, and Wes so he didn't do anything risky.

She went back to chewing on her lip in thought. There was only one topic of conversation that indulged her doom and gloom and harboured rage. “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,” her voice trembled slightly in frustration. The urge for violence was like fighting the urge for hunger and she was turning herself into a starved wolf. Trinity had even summoned a dagger at some stage and played with it idly against her knee.

“What about you? How do you look at Alex every day and not kill her?” she asked, glancing at him before back to the dagger that she spun against her knee. It was no secret he hated the girl to bits.

Knowing they were in some hefty territory, Trinity changed it to something slightly lighter and just as satisfying to listen to. “How do you use your powers these days? I haven't seen them since the minotaur. One of your abilities is necromancy right?”

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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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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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Image “I think I've had my share of action for the night, thank you,” Evelyn replied a little too quickly. “Now I know how men feel. I would dare say that's going to beat any closet encounter we might have.”

He chuckled like any good-spirited fellow because she had a point. He probably wasn't going to grind on somebody in a closet or dance in there. Then she gave a conforming wave. So it wasn't a no but it wasn't a yes. Daniel would take it. As he started to bob and find the beat again she spoke. “You've used your chance a lot more different than I thought.”

"Oh yeah? How'd you think I'd use it?" Daniel was already amused to hear her answers.

Before he could be further entertained by her response, Andy approached. For a second he thought she had come to dance with her brother like a good little sister that knew part of a party was dancing, but nope. "Sorry to interrupt. I've heard he's very charming." Did she just come out of her way to pick on him and fun block or? "But this jerk made me come to this party. So, he gets to go next." He grasped the bottle that was shoved into his chest. Daniel mocked a glare at Andy. "Knock yourself out."

Daniel chuckled and saluted. He took one step then halted abruptly. "Andy, Evie. Evie, Andy" he waved a finger between the two. "Evie helped bring me back. And Mason. And, uh, dancing isn't in the Hecate genes so don't expect much from this one."

Daniel made his way towards the group. He lost grip on the bottle and it should have fallen at his feet, that's where the neck was going but it rotated strangely at the last second. He shook it off since he was no dynamics or physics expert. He picked it up and finally arrived in the middle of the circle where he gave it a spin. Daniel followed the bottle of destiny's neck pointing to a cluster of women and Theo. He spun it again for a redo or clarity and this time the bottle slid off through the cluster's feet. Daniel looked at Andy accusingly then followed his bottle. He put a hand on Theo's shoulder giving a friendly smile as he brushed by then saw Cherise. Truly she made him less confident. Actually anxious. "Hi. Umm..." he glanced to the bottle then her. He didn't want to drag her away into a closet because that'd be creepy, but he did want to drag her away from Theo because the son of Artemis could be a womanizer and the location would just happen to be the closet.

Cherise was red. When “Keith’s” eyes met her, even redder. Penelope was cleaning up what was clearly a disastrous first impression on the Apollo daughter’s part. The Daniel and Cherise duo would probably be known as the most blundering pair of the whole camp, but that wasn’t the worst thing two people could be together. Once her eyes were cast down to the bottle then back up, she gave him her signature smile. Only, this was the one that seemed solely for him - kind of flirty, a little bashful, but very much lit up to see him. ”Hey, Keith.” Well, Daniel was still acting very much like Keith right now, so she’d not notice the change right away.

Daniel wound his fingers around hers tentatively. "Your boy toy is going to whisk you away for 7 minutes." Cherise looked at Rae, giving her a look because that was her name for him since she didn’t have his actual name. That, and Rae loved to poke fun at her. Regardless, she was very surprised that he took her hand, but it was definitely not unwelcome. Not that she was ever going to complain about it, she’s glad that he’s making the effort to touch her first. Especially since it always seemed like she was the one grasping at him in some way.

They headed to the closet, and he waved her on in first then slid in while burying his hands in his pockets. He suddenly didn't see his 7 minutes going the ideal way where he'd get a smooch or even a hug and he was an optimist. "Let me begin by saying you looked amazing when you were dancing. I mean you still do and are."

“Well, that’s because I am amazing. Only I could bring back Disco moves and still look cute,” she laughed softly. “I couldn’t help but notice that you have some dance moves yourself.” That was all she would say about that. There were questions that lingered - mostly encompassing his interaction with Mason that seemed so out of place. However, they only had seven minutes and he promised her a real date sometime. By the time these words left her lips, she took a single baby step forward to close off a little bit of the distance that was settled between them. They weren’t strangers, and she thought their attraction was very much mutual.

Daniel rubbed his neck, and this caused Cherise to halt and tilt her head. She was close - very close; near to touching, really. He didn't know if there was a tactful way to address what was on his mind and he really didn't want to lose her respect or her form a low opinion of him. "I... I've been trying to work myself up to talk to you but you've been inaccessible." Cherise always had a pal with her and that bright smile that he didn't want to ruin. "I was actually hoping we could kinda start over. I'm Daniel. I like everything I've said, music, movies, you." He smiled slightly. Obliged to give the girl some explanation, he began, "I guess I just got crammed into a shell that I didn't like much. I kept letting people stomp on me and opportunity and potential pass by." That was the brief version and yet the total truth.

Then she was taken aback. What kind of game was he playing with her? He could have offered more of the story, but she was aware that time was ticking by and there was probably a lot more to cover. Still, she looked so confused for a few seconds - like there might be a moment where all the reactions he had expected were going to surface. Yet, Cherise was an easy gal to get along with, and she liked to believe that people were too complex to judge too quickly.

His fingers skimmed along hers, hoping she'd allow them to entwine and he spoke much softer. "One of my regrets is not kissing you when you healed me in your cabin. I'd really like to make up for that now unless it's completely bad timing and you're uncomfortable. I won't do that without your consent." Daniel scanned her eyes desperate to gauge her reaction and what terms they'd be on. He'd respect her decision, comments, queries, concerns but he hoped it didn't turn to disdain.

“Well, Daniel, I have been waiting for you to kiss me,” she whispered, interlocking her fingers with his own as she sealed off the remainder of the space that still existed by leaning in and pressing her chest into his.

As a true opportunist, he smiled and lowered his head to peck the corner of her lips then pretended to draw back with a satisfied smile before it transformed into a smirk. Their lips connected the second time, softly at first although Cherise was an easy woman to get swept up in. “Such a joker,” she managed to whisper between their lip-locking session.

Daniel seemed less reserved than Keith, or so she had observed throughout the party from afar. So, she wiggled one of her hands free of his own, grabbed his wrist and guided his fingers to the hem of her blouse. After all, they were both adults. Cherise wasn’t going to pretend that this close proximity didn’t give her more… explicit needs. He’d have to do all of the untucking, but Daniel would be free to explore from the waist up.

With his hand on the loose, he gripped the material lifting it ever so slightly before slipping his hand under her blouse and squeezing her waist. It didn't take long until his other hand was on Cherise pulling her closer if such a thing were possible. This left Cherise free to roll to the tips of her toes and and do a little handsy exploring of her own...

Too soon their 7 minutes were up and Daniel stole a few pecks from her lips and managed to force himself away from her. He flashed her a smile and left the confined space with limited lighting to rejoin the fire, heading back in step with her. "Are you happy for you and your crew to adopt me or would you rather some alone time with your girlfriend to talk about my amazing kissing skills?" he laughed. Daniel didn't think people could kiss like that without any attraction to one another.

She laughed at that, “I’m happy to say that Rae is more interested in her own kissing skills, which leaves me free to keep it all to myself. As amazing as it was. As for joining me - you’re always welcome, but you don’t have to. You can always go show your face here and there and meet me back at m -” she looked back at Rae flirting with Theo, “ - your place later.”

Yes or no, Daniel headed in a different direction to retrieve his drink as she gave the bottle off to another person and stayed standing to wait for a head nod or some invite to join her, assuming nobody else stole his attention.

Cherise had to tuck back in her blouse, and while she did that she simply handed the bottle to Trinity. There was no ulterior motive to it because she didn’t know the blond enough to have any sort of agenda. “Good luck,” she said, waiting for it to be taken before she’d head back to her group.

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Theo walked through the crowd slowly, back towards the food and refreshments area. He honestly just wanted another beer, but he didn't mind running a quick errand for a couple of girls. Honestly, the mood he was in, he would probably do just about anything that was asked of him. He grabbed two beers, a couple of burgers, and approached Rae and Nelly again.

"Ah, here you are. Finally. What took you so long? Did you have to kill the cow and cook it first?"

Theo laughed. Drunk Theo enjoyed the simple things, especially the playfulness of an attractive female. "Nope... just had to scale Mt. Olympus and let Zeus bless the food first. That way it would be extra good," Theo let the sarcasm drip in his tone.

Theo watched as Rae looked around curiously. She looked like a woman on a mission, something he could appreciate. The redhead turned to him, "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."

Well that was interesting. Theo was pretty sure he had been hitting on Rae, not asking her to play matchmaker. He took a deep breath. Deciding to go with the flow, he looked over at Cherise just as she dropped just about everything she was holding. He stifled a laugh. The girl smiled at him, almost begging for him to ignore the fact that his first impression of her was embarrassing. "Hi, I'm Cherise." She was cute. Theo would admit that. He shot her a smile back, glancing between her and Rae before extending a hand towards Cherise. "I'm Theo."

Theo was slightly confused. He had been chasing Trinity for quite some time at this point, and he had become unused to the idea of multiple prospects in front of him. His intoxication level was also increasing by the sip. He settled in as Penelope asked Rae her name. It wasn't long before Daniel came to get Cherise. Well, that only left him and Rae. He turned back to her.

"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, Theo let out a suggestive smile, studying her reaction. Being so observant was his curse as a child of Artemis, even in this drunk state.

Speaking of being observant, out of the corner of his eye, Theo caught sight of Cherise handing the bottle to Trinity. He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, trying to focus on Rae.

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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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Eve watched with pursed lips at Wes declined her peace offering in the way of a beer and scooted away from her. Apparently there was still some hard feelings about her light influence from earlier. Some people had such soft skin. “Don’t trust the Hera chick. I get it. Smart choice.” She muttered taking a sip from her sugary tequila concoction. She said it with a rueful smile, aiming to come off with just a hint of underlying hurt. Not that she thought he’d take the bait.

As expected, Wes was unimpressed with her very tactful change of subject to Trinity. “Why? Trying to assess the damage?" He asked, Eve picking up just a tiny hint of annoyance.

He wasn’t wrong, messing with people wasn’t much fun unless you got to watch the fallout, so if he wanted to provide a quick summary for her she wasn’t going to stop him. “Well, only since you brought it up,” Her face shifted into a cheeky grin, “Scale of 1 to 10, how likely are you two to grow old together?”

With a heavy sigh he leaned forward, as if she were sucking the life out of him just being near. She only wished she were that good. Though he did appear to want to be anywhere but here with her. "Didn't anyone ever teach you that you get more flies with honey than vinegar?" He asked without even sparing her a glance, his voice growing weary.

She laughed and brought a hand to her heart. “I’ll admit it, I’m flattered that you’re concerned about my fly gathering.” She readjusted the ice on her ankle before leaning back ad stretching out. To use Wes’ metaphor, she’d caught her fair share of flies with honey over the years, she knew how to play that role when she wanted. So his comment didn’t faze her. “I have always found a web to be most effective though.”

"I don't know how many people you managed to piss off so far. My guess is a lot.” Wes said, and Eve would have argued that point. Technically it was only 2, perhaps 3, or possibly 4, definitely max of 5 people so far. It was hard to keep it all straight, and she wasn’t sure whether to count Mason in that number or not. “I mean, I won't hurt a lady. But I know if you try anything with me, she will." She glanced over to Trinity to see her receiving the bottle from the ever bubbly Cherise.

Eve laughed, her ego far too big to feel fear when she definitely should. “Oh I’m well aware of that.” Happy to test limits, she sat up, placing her over next to Wes and using it to lean over, invading his personal space that he’d gone to lengths to ensure. Then she lowered her voice, flashing a coy smile that might be mistaken for flirtatious to an onlooker. “I’ve already been quite explicitly threatened.”

Eve jumped to her feet, quickly moving in front of Wes to block his escape in case he was growing to wary of her. And, as Trinity was getting up to spin at that moment, if she just so happened to block the bottle from landing on Wes, so be it. Of course, jumping up on her twisted ankle caused her to wince, and perhaps exaggerating the pain a little, Eve placed a hand on Wes’ should to lean onto. She dropped all playfulness from her face and voice, aiming for a more serious, mature conversation. “Look, let me get to the point, you want Trinity, but she’s not sure. Or whatever the problem is.” With one hand still resting on his shoulder she held her free hand out, palm facing upwards. “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?”

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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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Image He almost requested some real talk from Sylas when he implied Liv made the first move but he came to realize he didn't know the girl or guy well enough to know who came onto who first. And there were better things to lie about then time spent in the closet.

Mason growled Trinity's name as she snatched the pack from him then Sylas replaced it in his pocket pointedly. Mason nodded to him in thanks. Throughout their conversation, he was surprised how similar their minds worked. Just like when they both saw Cherise and Daniel stumble out of the closet, they looked at each other. Sylas's look was more inquiring while Mason's was proud. Another case made. Closet time wasn't to be wasted.

Iliana's friend strolled right up to them and passed the bottle onto Trinity. She was more disheveled than he thought having to tuck in her blouse and looking quite the hot mess.

"I guess it's your turn to get groped in the closet... I hope they're a good kisser." Sylas bidded Trinity his own taunting good luck and Mason rose his brows.

Trinity had been pretty subdued up to that point. “As long as it's not you, I'm sure I'll have a great time.” She gave an icy smile. “I decide what happens to my body, when, where and how.”

Mason knew that, and he'd dare to guess Sylas knew that. She wasn't one that went weak in the knees or let herself be seduced. When she left, Mason looked to Sylas. Spite, defiance and self-assurance. "Personally, I dig it. Bit of dominance about her and plenty of fire."

Yet he couldn't see himself sleeping with her. He laughed lowly as she tugged Eve away from her male. Wes was lucky to have the attention of a female alpha and Eve was far too pushy for her own good. As his gaze flickered through the party, Mason saw Andy dancing with the redhead from earlier. His smile faded as he watched her some distance away sway to the music. It wasn't particularly sensual but he found her stunning and she could move. That outfit showed her shape and body in a
modest but sexy way too. Mason tried to tear his eyes from her. "So you and Sloane decided on this game? Interesting. I mean I'm grateful, don't get me wrong." He enjoyed his time with Eve in there and the idea of the drama and heartbreaks across the camp it could bring. But it was an interesting suggestion apparently made by the Eris children.

"To keep our alliance intact, do you have any off-limits I should know about? People, mainly," he added smirking since apparently choking wasn't off-limits in private. Mason would rather not hear how much Sylas could withstand in the physical department, fascinating as it'd be.

His eyes shifted back to Andy helplessly. Mason took off his jacket for the moment putting it on his lap. He needed to drink more so his body was slower to react. Particularly when he really knew the girl wasn't just incredible looking but irritating and stubborn and ridiculously loyal.

One by one the numbers seemed to dwindle away from the fire and beach altogether. Normally that was him, the first to leave and call it a night. "And suddenly there's less contestants for the bottle to pick." Not that Mason was too disheartened. The girl disappearing with Pete was a pity and it did increase the chance of landing on Alex. The thought snapped him out of idle chatter. That was a damn ice shower for him. "Are you working on a Valis's demise or other things?" Mason asked somehow suggestive and a little annoyed at the same time.

Nobody really wanted the demise of a Valis more than him and all he could rely on was himself. But fair enough for Sylas to treat himself and do some other chaotic exercises. Then again, don't make a deal to be a partner in crime.



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Image The atmosphere took a tense turn and when he thought he had relieved it, it came back. "Tell me about it. I'm leaving tomorrow with Alex. We're going to mount Olympus to spend time with dad, and... well... Alex has asked Duke to come. Come with too if you want. It'll be better than this place at the moment. And umm....Didn't Andy say anything to you, about..." Ajax seemed to hesitate. Daniel cocked his head to the side. "Well, we br--"

Suddenly, he was almost tackled into the sand as Alex hugged him and kissed his cheek. He chuckled and one arm hugged her back seeing as she pinned one of his others. "Finally get a moment with you. How are you? and what you boys talkin' about exactly, huh? Gossiping about girls?" she grinned.

"As you're aware, I'm super popular, kind of a big catch on camp," he winked "But I do my best to tend to the line and see everybody." Daniel chuckled then looked to Ajax hoping he'd take over for the second question. Technically, they kind of were gossiping about a girl and he fully wanted to get back to what Andy didn't tell him.

"And did you just see Pete wander off with Rae? - She's the camp's biggest slut here, and it's disgusting. She has not long tried to get Duke to go with her, then was flirting with Theo. I honestly thought that Pete had better taste and standards than that." Never mind. Apparently she had her own vent to get off her chest. Alex was never shy about her opinion.

Then Ajax stepped in with his wisdom. "Al... I really couldn't care less about their teen dramas. Just stay out of it, okay? If they wanna be like that, then that's their problem. Not ours."

"Ah," Daniel raised a hand, "question, are you carrying the torch for Pete?" he looked in the direction the duo disappeared. "Maybe they've just gone to cuddle? Or maybe," he smirked and waggled his brows "you should have made a better move." To be fair he did see Alex making out with him but maybe Pete needed more belt tugging and thought the sun was coming up. Or he just preferred red heads. Nervously, he glanced to Evelyn who was still in the company of Andy. Hopefully not.

Ajax spoke again, this time revealing that Andy and he had sort of broken up or were on a break. Daniel frowned. "I don't want to cause a scene anytime soon, so... I just want people to leave her alone." An interesting choice, because he didn't see Ajax letting her go, he thought he loved her. Without full context it didn't make sense. "Besides, it's probably my fault because of... I never gave her much attention. Honestly, she's better off without me."

Daniel scratched his jaw, perplexed. He had no doubt it must have been hard on Ajax and Andy yet they both kept their chins relatively up. The bursting question for Daniel was why.

Alex jumped to her feet. "Don't do that for her! don't make excuses for her!" she shouted.

Daniel lowered his eyes and played his fingers through the sand. "Sit down." After a moment she was able to bring herself back to a sitting position. "Just leave it." Daniel glanced up at her as she glared at Andy.

"Alex, that's my sister your sending daggers at," Daniel reminded softly. "It takes two to tango anyway. That applies to Andy and Ajax's decision, and...others." AKA the ones known as Rae and Pete. Disappointed as she might have been in him, Daniel didn’t see the Rae girl dragging him along.

These change of events and several new faces did make him wonder how long he was gone or just how oblivious and wasteful Keith was. He cleared his throat keen to move on. "As for your invite to Olympus, I just got back to Camp. While it may be thick in the drama department and lover quarrels and I don't know half the faces anymore, this is home to me." One of them anyway. "Not to mention I don't think I'll benefit from spending time with your dad." If that's what the matter was then good for them. He'd prefer it be something more urgent than family bonding but maybe he was just picky like that. "You don't think you're leaving camp a little vulnerable?" Daniel was the last person to rain on anybody's parade but that reality had to be addressed.

He saw Cherise wandering away from the party and frowned again. Wasn't it early? What was the matter? Daniel had half a mind to jump to his feet and check on her but he was in the middle of a relatively important conversation and he could catch up with her later. Maybe. It'd probably be strange to appear at her cabin by the time he was done with the party.

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Theo allowed himself to relax as Rae entangled her legs in his. Even when drunk, Theo was a people watcher. The inability to turn off his acute observation skills could be quite the curse sometimes. The small talk with Rae and Nelly was enough to keep him entertained as the seemingly never-ending game of seven minutes in heaven dragged on. Still unaware he was making constant passes at his sister, Theo's head was heavy from the alcohol but his mind at ease. That is until he watched Trinity's turn with the bottle unfold. As Theo's worst luck would have it, the bottle came to a stop pointing directly at Wes. He felt himself tense up, jaw clinched, as he watched the duo head past him towards the closet. It wasn't just seeing them together that bothered Theo. It was the fact that 36 hours prior, Theo seemed to be in good standing in their complicated little love triangle. Now, it was like Trinity couldn't even take the time to acknowledge his presence at the party.

Theo let out a sigh. This is precisely why Theo liked running with the wolves. The wolves weren't complicated. They never deviated from what they were supposed to do in the pack. He never had to worry about things not going according to plan. Glancing at Rae for a moment, Theo started to tune out the world around him in order to zero in on the noise from the closet. He could hear talking, which meant there wasn't kissing, and he could remain satisfied at that. His gut screamed at Theo to keep listening, but it made him feel shitty and awkward. He let the noise from the party filter back in, drowning out the events of the closet.

Letting himself relax once again, Theo continued to chat with his newfound party mates. It wasn't long before Trinity was out of the closet, and Wes was handing the bottle to Pete. Theo was cognizant of the fact that he had yet to go into the closet, and he was pretty sure Rae and Nelly had not made their appointed visit either. It wouldn't remain that way though as the bottle spun right around to point at himself and Rae. All he could do was roll his eyes. For someone who never struggled with women in his old life, Camp Athens sure did feel cursed to Theo on that front.

"It looks like it's my go, and he doesn't seem like a guy that likes to be kept waiting," Rae said as she relieved herself of her place in Theo's lap. She wasn't wrong. Pete looked like the kind of guy who would take full advantage of this situation. Theo smiled at Rae softly as she looked down at him. "How does my make-up look?"

With a smirk on his face and his hand still in hers from helping to guide her to stand up, Theo gave Rae a compliment, "You're practically glowing love. Have fun." Theo released her hand, satisfied to let her go. Surprisingly, he wasn't miffed at all. Theo returned to his people watching as Rae walked away, and it wasn't long before he started to feel a certain drowsiness brought on by the combination of alcohol and inactivity. The seven minutes did not feel long at all, and before Theo knew it, Rae was approaching him again. He smiled at her, but it was clear she was not intent on cozying up with Theo again from the side eye action she was giving Pete. "I apologize Theo, but I hear it's bad manners to leave a job half done. If you catch my drift. So, I think I'll retire for the night."

Theo was content enough on his own to ignore the sexual innuendo from Rae. If only he knew this was his sister, he might respond differently. He bid her a good night and managed to get himself to grab another drink. Nelly was spinning the bottle, but Theo wasn't sure he was very interested in the game anymore. As he grabbed a bottle of his favorite beer, he spotted the trio sitting away from the party. Ajax, Alex, and Daniel looked like an inviting enough group. With all the fuss and drama of recent days, along with the camp newbies, the group of camp veterans hadn't had much of a chance to talk. It wasn't like anyone needed to do much reminiscing over the events of the previous year. War sounds cool and all, but after actually participating in one, Theo didn't find it all it was cracked up to be. Theo grabbed three much drinks and wandered over to his old friends.

Ya know, camp kinda sorta sucks now. Things were much simpler when it was just us around here," Theo spoke out as he approached the group from behind. He had a smile on his face, and it was apparent that he was half joking. Only half though, there was certainly some truth behind what Theo had to say. The oldies were like a family, and while Theo was more than willing to let new demigods have the opportunity to be a part of that family, more people made things more complicated.

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"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." Sloane wasn't able to tell if the comment was a joke or not. But regardless of his intended reaction, she turned bright red making sure her gaze was fixed anywhere but him.

Luckily walking across the beach didn't involve exchanging looks. Sloane couldn't shake her blushing. They didn't exchange words, not that she was complaining. Although it only allowed for her mind to race. She clung to Liam like a life line, scared of drowning in her brother's wake. She couldn't help but feel like she was monopolizing his time and help. As much as she enjoyed having someone she felt like she could confide in, her mind kept trying to find ways to pull herself away from him. Maybe figure out a new cabin situation... Or leave camp. The thoughts gave her a headache.

Liam slipped from her grasp when they reached the refreshments. "I've been to so many bars, I'm sure this can't be hard. I mean, I bet you like fruity drinks."

"I wouldn't know," she said with a shrug. Sloane was never a drinker. She couldn't remember the last time she had a drink and if she remembered correctly, it was most likely wine. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Liam mix different liquids into a glass. While he did that she wondered down to the other end of the table. Every so often she'd pick up a carrot, cheese or any other finger foods to nibble on.

After a moment or two he held out a drink completely contradicting his own appearance. It was colorful with one of those little umbrellas, something most women would enjoy. Sloane reached out to take the glass in her hand. "Sex On the Beach?"

She hesitated a moment, her brows furrowing as she looks between the drink and Liam. How was she supposed to react to that? Of course, Sloane knew that it was the name of a drink, presumably the one in her hand. But with Liam, it seemed that half of the things that came out of his mouth had innuendos or a second meaning. If it was a proposition, there were plenty of other girls willing to oblige at camp. But instead of making a scene about it, Sloane just brought the glass to her lips and took a sip. She coughed, raising her free hand to her mouth. "It's good... Just strong." She coughed again.

Sloane traced the brim of the glass with the tip of her finger, then twisted the umbrella around. She sighed softly before finally looking up. "You can go... mingle." She noticed whenever he looked at another girl which only further made her feel like a burden. She didn't know how she felt about the idea of him around other women, it gave her a weird sensation in her stomach. But, she wasn't going to change his life because he witnessed something he shouldn't have. "I'm sure there's more thrilling company."




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Once the bottle was handed off, Wes glanced around at the party. It was definitely dying down. His old seat was no longer an option, as Eve remained firmly planted in the same place he left her. He wondered over to the refreshments, nodding his head toward Liam in greeting as the guy mixed a drink. The look of all the drinks didn't appeal to him. So instead, he just picked up a bottle of water, opting to keep his mind clear.

As he scanned the crowd, he saw Trinity sitting by herself. So before he left the refreshment table he grabbed a second water for her. He made his way over to her. Wes held out the bottle to her and just before he was able to sit a small blonde made her way over to him. His lips curved into a small friendly smile as his gaze fell to Iliana's tablet. "Good evening. Are you feeling better?"

Wes's smile faded slightly as his free hand rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I was just... upset," he said quietly. His gaze drifted over toward Trinity as his cheeks flushed. They were getting back to better terms, like they were before. She saw the aftermath of his cabin and knew how upset he was the other day, but he still wasn't a fan of admitting it.

"I'm sorry I was an ass." He pursed his lips trying to find the words. "I don't get angry often and when I do... It kinda just implodes."

He then moved over slightly, motioning his left hand towards Trinity. "By the way, I don't know if you have met. But this is my..." Wes's voice trailed off before he finished the comment. Was she his girlfriend? They never put labels on it. He just laughed awkwardly and continued. "Trinity. Trinity, this is Iliana. I met her the other day when I befriended a rabbit." He smiled like a dork. He couldn't make that story up even if he wanted to. One thing Trin knew about him was his weird habit of befriending animals.

Wes smiled to both of the girls, before he lowered himself down on the log beside Trinity. "How have you been enjoying the party?" he asked, Iliana. "Hoping to get your chance in the closet?" He laughed before taking a drink of his water.




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"Almost," Evelyn agreed to her comment. "Did you want to talk about it?"

Andy laughed and shook her head. Evelyn's words weren't funny. But the fact that the girl didn't seem to be up in all the drama was like a breath of fresh air. "You don't want to be swept up in all of that." She gave a friendly smile. "But I appreciate the offer."

Evelyn then took her arm gently. Neither of them stopped dancing, but she gave the red head her undivided attention. "For the moment, everybody's fine and this little circle." She drew an invisible circle around them. "Is drama free." Andy smiled, nodding her head in agreement. That is exactly what she needed right now. She kept her back toward the bulk of the campers while Evelyn seemed to scan the others. She paid no mind to it, just letting herself enjoy the music and dancing.

"7 minutes is a long time," the red head said. Andy laughed, it definitely was. Luckily, the only person she had been shoved in there with had no desire to make a move on her. She was thankful of that. She was already conflicted about so many things, she didn't need to toss something else in there and make it worse. But Andy would be lying if she said that she didn't have some desire to be locked in there with...

"I would never rob people the chance of spending closet time with a daughter of Aphrodite." Evelyn made her gaze evident as she looked around at the campers behind her. Andy's brows furrowed slightly. There weren't any Aphrodite daughters at camp. "It appears you're some sort of magnet." Then her eyes widened realizing Evelyn meant her.

Andy hesitated for a long minute, but then the urge to look took over. First, she saw her brother watching her. She would have thought he would have been happy that she wasn't moping in the corner, but his expression was more serious as he sat next to Ajax. She inhaled sharply through her nose knowing full well the conversation that must have happened between them. But she still tried to give Daniel a slight smile. Then she looked to Alex who was staring daggers at her. Whatever smile Andy had, faded into a glare. Her nostrils flared and jaw tensed. "I do believe some of those are death glares," she laughed. Andy let a slight smile grow on her face as she talked to Evelyn, but kept her gaze on Alex for a long moment. Maybe the moody brat would think she was talking about her. Andy didn't care.

She rolled her eyes as she went to look away. But then froze momentarily when she saw Mason, staring straight at her. Andy tensed slightly. Whatever smile she had slowly faded. Any other day, she would have grinned... Maybe made a face at him and beckoned him to join. But instead she just stood there, holding his gaze in silence for too long. Finally she cleared her throat and looked back to Evelyn. "There are far more interesting people here than me. Like that girl who shared her safe word... Or Eve." The annoyance practically dripped from her words. But she shook it off and got back into the flow of dancing.

"As for your question, I think I have an idea. Between you and me I'm reluctant to kiss him as much as I crave to kiss him."

Andy smirked at Evelyn's comment, taking a sip of her own drink. She fought the urge to look back over her shoulder one more time. But she nodded her head in agreement. "I know that feeling."

"But, ultimately, as strange as it sounds, I trust the bottle." Evelyn winked playfully causing Andy to laugh. "What about you?"

She sucked in a breath sharply through her teeth before taking a sip from her drink. "I mean... yeah," she replied nonchalantly with a nod of her head. Andy tapped the brim of the bottle against her bottom lip. "It's... complicated."

They swayed and danced in silence for awhile. Andy actually let herself relax into it, running her fingers through her hair and closing her eyes. She was lucky enough to have them open when Evelyn dropped her drink, able to back stepped quickly. She brought her free hand to her mouth, laughing softly. "Oops."

"Hm. That's a shame it was actually delicious. I'll remedy this situation later." Evelyn picked up the glass and Andy offered to take it from her. She then placed it and her own empty bottle on a table so they weren't encumbered by them. Her gaze fell slightly to the red head's leg where remnants of some of the drink remained. "At least now my leg will smell and taste delicious."

Andy laughed a true genuine laugh. Gods did it feel great to actually smile and laugh. "Call it foreplay," she teased. Now that neither of them were encumbered with a drink, she took Evelyn's hand and gave her a playful twirl. Maybe she was tipsy? Maybe Evelyn was? Either way, she didn't care. She was having fun.

Somewhere along the line Andy kicked off her sandals, letting her toes wiggle and pivot in the sand as she danced. Occasionally she'd twirl Evelyn since the girl was wear the perfect outfit to spin around in. It seemed like a lot of the camp melted away. She could feel eyes on her, watching them as they danced or maybe Alex wishing she'd keel over. But either way, she didn't care. For a brief moment Andy was happy and, at least for now, nothing was going to ruin that.