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Wesley Preston

The One-Armed Teddy Bear

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

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"Being underestimated is a strength not a weakness. Remember that."
- wesley preston




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

a g e x // xtwenty two

g e n d e r x // xmale

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

o r i g i n x // xbeverly hills, california

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

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






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D E C O R U S


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

w e i g h t x // x185 lbs

h a i r x // xWes has short dirty blonde hair that is usually spiked in some sort of manor. On most occasions he has a 5 o'clock shadow, never being a fan of the clean shaved look or a full on beard.

e y e s x // xWes' eyes are what he's most known for. They're a brilliant green, like emeralds. Captivating and striking. Surprisingly enough, he got those from his father and not Aphrodite.

o d d i t i e s x // xBefore coming to the camp, it could be said that Wes was without flaw from head to toe. But his first year came with many curveballs. The worst claiming his right arm. He does also have a few scars from the bumps they encountered at the camp, but nothing more noticeable than the absence of his right arm. But unlike many who would receive this blow, Wes laughs in the face of his own disability and refuses to let it cripple him.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xWes is not what is expected of a son of Aphrodite. For some reasons everyone assumes it'll be some pretty boy with polos and coiffed hair. Wes is almost always in a leather jacket and jeans. He looks like the boy that all the father's warn their daughters about. Tall, well fit in every way with a smile that could kill. He doesn't have to try to look attractive or seduce, it's just part of his natural charm and aura. The boy next door with bad boy charisma. It's been said his attractiveness appeals to everyone in different ways, almost morphing slightly to appeal to each person in a unique way. The worst part being, he's oblivious to most of his appeal. His innocence and naivety making him that much more magnetic.






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I N G E N I U M
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a p p e a r a n c e x m o r p h i n g x // x Aphrodite children can dramatically change their appearance, although Wes has no strength in this ability.

c u p i d x // x He has the ability to make people fall in love. Wes refuses to use this on another unless as part of a battle strategy.

s e x u a l x d e s i r e x // x Wes also can control the sexual urges and desires, but similarly to making others fall in love, he doesn't use it on others for personal gain.



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m u l t i l i n g u a l x // x Like all other children of Aphrodite, Wes can speak all romance languages. His favorite being French, but he barely uses it.

a l l u r i n g x // x To anyone, Wes always comes off attractive, magnetic and captivating. Be it pheromones, appearance or his silver tongue.

s i l v e r x t o n g u e x // x Wes has a way with his words, that even with enough focus can persuade others to do what he desires.



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p h y s i c a l x c o m b a t x // x Wes has never been much of a fighter, he may be physically strong and in shape, but he isn't much of a fighter. Over the past year he has been training to compensate for his right arm but can just barely hold his own.

l y i n g x // x He doesn't lie well, particularly because he hates lying.

s e l f l e s s x // x When it comes to others, Wes tends to put himself last. This can get him in sticky situations or even risk his life.



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l o s i n g x l o v e d x o n e s x // x Wes cares and loves deeply, so the thought of losing anyone close to him is terrifying which is part of the reason for his selflessness.

h e a r t x b r e a k x // x After all, he is human. His heart is fragile. He's had it broken once before... And doesn't want it to happen again.

l o n e l i n e s s x // x He's never been one to like being alone. The thought of going through life, just himself, scares him... Although he'e never admit it.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
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One thing that could be said about Wes is that he has a big heart. This wouldn’t have been muttered when he first came to camp a year ago. He was the textbook definition of a womanizing piece of shit. But between the friendships he made at camp, he went through a complete change of character. He is a big muscley teddy bear, that wears his heart on his sleeve. He goes out of his way to do for others. Being borderline too selfless for his own good. Maybe if he wasn’t he’d still have his arm… But he doesn’t resent it, because his loss helped in what little way he could.

But, he is a son of Aphrodite. Although he is much humbler now… Or, as humble as an Aphrodite kid can be. He knows he’s attractive, but doesn’t necessarily flaunt it. His cockiness comes more from a very strong sense of self-esteem. There are very few things that he can pride himself on, but that doesn’t mean he’ll still won’t talk like he’s the best. Confidence is key. Maybe one day of telling himself and everyone else that he can do something, eventually he’ll be able to.

Shyness is not an option for Wes… Ever. He is the life of the party. His bubbly, magnetic personality makes it easy for him to eb and flow with people. Socializing comes easy to him, even if it is a deep emotional topic or expressing his feelings, Wes doesn’t give a second though to expressing himself. Sometimes that’s not always a good thing, but he’s never been one to try to be anything than his true authentic self.

It’s pretty funny how brave Wes is, when the odds are always against him. He’s not much of a fighter, doesn’t know much combat… But that wouldn’t stop him from charging into battle to protect those he loves. He’s brave to a reckless degree. That’s how he lost his arm. Blind bravery. In most cases a trait like that can be a positive… Only when you have the power to back it up. If his stupidity can save lives, then head first he goes right into it.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


Growing up in the 90210, Wesley always had whatever he could desire at the tips of his fingers. And to most that was always their dream to grow up with tons of money and parents who didn't seem to give 2 shits about what he did. Scratch that... parent. His father, Jacob Preston, was one of the most sought-after defense attorneys in the nation. Jacob could make serial killers come up as innocent in court. The made him a high demand lawyer, with a substantial amount of income. Being a lawyer, his dad was always very distant and cold towards Wes, leaving him to be raised by nannies and maids due to the absence of his mother.

Ever since he was little, Wes always had a knack for getting into trouble because it always seemed to be the only way to get his father's attention. On a regular basis he would skip classes to go meet up with girls or cause trouble throughout the town. By age 16 he had been arrested twice and every cop in the district knew his name. But Wes didn't mind the attention, in fact he loved it whenever all eyes were on him. His new bad boy reputation also made him begin to get even more affection from the ladies… Compared the large amount he was already getting when he still dressed in the expensive clothes his father bought him. Wesley would be rather wearing a leather jacket, and a pair of torn jeans, driving an old model car or motorcycle, instead of the $1000 suits and Mercedes his father tried to buy him.

Although Wesley was a very intelligent kid in school, he ended up flunking out due to his numerous absences and his lack of attention or discipline. When his father found out that Wes wasn't going to be able to go to Yale like he did, he was furious. He no longer wanted his son in his house hold let alone anywhere near him. So, Jacob finally decided to sit Wes done and tell him the true story about his mother. Obviously, Wesley did not believe a single thing his father said, until Aphrodite herself appeared in their living room.

She said that she had been trying since Wes was a kid to get his father to send him to the camp where he would be "safe." Since his father no longer wanted anything to do with him, Aphrodite took the opportunity when she could. It was apparent that his parents no longer got along, but as to the history that passed between them, Wesley would never find out. All he could tell was that his father had been keeping him from his mom all these years, and even though Wes felt a little old to be going to a camp. He accepted the opportunity to get away from his ungrateful dad and possibly one day get to know his mother better.

As if his life wasn’t already being flipped upside down, everything changed when he came to camp. For the first time in Wes’ life, it was just about him. He didn’t have to fight to get attention, because everyone there was special in their own way. He had friends… People always either wanted in his wallet or pants, never taking the chance to get to know the man beneath. He finally knew what it was like to be wanted somewhere… And it changed everything about him. His prerogative changed from selfish to selfless, and his narcissistic shell faded to a compassionate teddy bear. Fighting hydras, a hopeless crush and losing his arm… he never felt more at home.





h e x c o d e x // x #667C0C x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x Jensen Ackles x // x c r e a t o r x // x Scar.- x // x c s x // x Scar.-

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Wesley Preston's Story

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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"I wouldn't dream of it. I think Trinity would kill me if that happened, and besides," Alex bumped him with her arm. "I don't think you could handle this much of a storm."

"I don't know. Have you seen Trinity's storm?" Wes's eyes went wide as his brows raised. He then laughed as he let himself roll over onto his back, resting his hands on his abdomen, fingers entangled. "I'm in the eye of her hurricane right now. If I make it out alive, I'd call it a success," he mused, trying to make light of his current situation.

"A party is definitely a good idea for all of us, though. I want to get so drunk, but don't let me get too drunk, okay? I don't want to be throwing up on someone's shoes. I just want to have fun."

"There's a difference between so drunk and too drunk?" He asked as he looked over at her with a confused smile.

A party did sound nice, but Wes couldn't help but wonder if he'd be able to have fun. Of course, he'd try. He was like a scolded puppy dog. And sure, he could hide his sadness for awhile. Like being with Alex without Trinity around, it was easy for him to not think about it as much. To let himself laugh and enjoy the presence of his friend. But, once he was there, able to see her having fun without him, would he be able to enjoy himself? Sometimes he wished he wasn't an Aphrodite kid. Then maybe he wouldn't be a blubbering romantic.

Wes sighed, pushing his depressing thoughts to the recesses of his mind, at least for the time being. He then sat up slowly. "Well then, if you're wanting a party... then you should probably get up. Maybe shower?" He grinned playfully as he pretended to fan away the smell from his nose. "Then we can go vote on the bonfire?" He cocked his head to the side slightly. "I mean, I doubt a movie night would be all that thrilling... Definitely sex though." He laughed at his own joke. One thing he did know, given his parentage, is that sexual tension at that damn camp was palpable. Shoving all of them into a dark room with background noise probably wasn't the best idea.

"We might be able to kidnap a Hecate kid to change it up a bit and not do the same beach bonfire party we always do." Then after Wes said it, there were only two options under that category. Keith, Daniel's weird doppelgänger, or Andy, probably the only other person at camp besides Mason to blatantly show her dislike of Alex. "Or maybe just the regular beach party," he corrected, laughing at his own dumb idea.

"And," Wes added holding up his index finger. "If you're wanting to get someone's attention, like... Oh, I don't know Duke's? Or maybe this Pete? Then I suggest you dress to turn some heads tonight." He then put out his hand to stop her before she want a little too crazy. "For the love of the Gods, please, nothing too revealing. That's all I need is your brother trying to kill me because you're dressed like a stripper."




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“I'd imagine that’s a perk to her schemes,” Evelyn said as she picked up her apple. “But I don't think that was her flirting with you.”

"No, I don't think it was," Sylas replied smiling slightly to match her own. He couldn't help but glance over his shoulder in the blondes direction, raising a brow out of curiosity when she sat herself across from Ajax. "So far she seems more interested in breaking the good ones, rather than venturing on the wrong side of the tracks," he added, speaking in metaphor. "If Eve desires a taste of the darker side of things, well, that's what Mason is for." Sylas looked over at Evelyn. "She can control him."

He didn't doubt that Eve was going to continue to make jabs at him until she found something that pissed him off just right. Or if she gave up. But Sylas didn't see that happening. From what he's seen of the girl, she likes being in control and when she has no power over someone, then she has no use for them. And that's where he was. Sure, he could probably get sex out of her if he wanted it. He doubted it be that difficult. But he had more pressing things than scratching an itch or taking someone's sloppy seconds. Plus, he simply didn't want to give her the satisfaction of thinking she had power over him. She didn't.

“You don't have to be a mind reader to know what I'm thinking, Sylas.”

"No, I don't," he acknowledged her comment, watching Evelyn's gaze drift to his neck then back up to his eyes.

“Are you going to tell me what happened or not?”

Sylas wasn't an idiot, nor did he think Evelyn saw him in that light. He knew that lying to her, at this point, would be transparent. So far, he has been honest. He might have lied by omission, but he never said a word that was not true in one way or another. He may be an enigma, but he was at least a partially truthful one in her presence. And while he is play the role of a victim heavily with someone else, with her, it wouldn't work. She already knew too much about him to know when he was being false.

Evelyn hummed, before holding her apple out as an offering toward him. “Are you resistant to all compulsion or only charm speech?”

"So, the snake has entered the garden." Sylas smirked as he extended his hand to take the apple, brushing her fingertips with his own. He brought the fruit to his lips and took a large bite before placing in back into her waiting palm. "I'm not sure, care to find out?" His smile grew. It was like tempting the devil. Intoxicating. Plus, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious to see what she was capable of.

A loud slam into a table within the hall temporarily caught his attention. Sylas glanced over his shoulder to see Andromeda Bolton looking more devious than a spawn of hell, with the hot tempered daughter of Ares hot on her heels. No doubt she was threatening Eve. He was surprised it took someone this long. "I don't know much about that Hecate girl," he said as he turned back around. "I fought her in capture the flag though. It would be an foolish to go against her and a daughter of Ares." Then, almost on cue, glass walls shot up from the ground in the hall, encapsulating Eve so she had no where to go but out. "It never ceases to be interesting here."

Then he paused. Sylas was skirting around her question. He knew it, and Evelyn knew it too. He ran his tongue along his lip as he sighed, looking down at the table searching for the right words. He could just say the truth, let the minx beside him see his true nature and see what she does with that knowledge. He couldn't deny that he was curious to see how she'd react. He tapped his fingers on the table before finally speaking up. "I was attacked, in my cabin... By someone who doesn't know who they are dealing with." Sylas slowly looked over at Evelyn, meeting her gaze. "You're a smart woman. Who's missing from this hall?"

He could let Evelyn connect the dots how she saw fit and make her own conclusions. There wasn't many people missing from the main hall. Duke, Alex, Wes, Sloane and Liam. And of those, who would be able to do match or over power him? Liam, perhaps Duke, but he hasn't yet seen him fight. But if you laid those cards on the table along with the words of an obnoxious blonde, the answer was right there. It didn't take detective to piece that together. He gave Evelyn 30 seconds, maybe less.




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"I'm beginning to think that the women here are too smart to sleep with me. I'm sure that you will make me seem less - repugnant, actually." Liam gave her some squinty eyed look that came off a bit playful. All the while, Sloane pursed her lips as her brows tugged together slightly. Out of every word in the English language, why did he insist on using that particular one to describe himself. Sure, he was rough around the edges, had no idea how to talk to a woman and might have been a walking billboard for fuck boys, but that's just who he was.

Regardless of his negative qualities, Liam stood up for her and protected her. He gave her a place to stay, when he had no reason to. And even forgave her after learning that she played him like a piano with her powers. If anyone was more repulsive, it'd be Sloane. She used him, similarly to how he used other women. She let her brother manipulate, bully and belittle her for years. She never got the chance to make friends, fall in love or live because she always lived in fear. But she wasn't going to argue about it, not now.

"Unless you liked what you saw and you don't want me with other girls?"

Liam's words had snapped her out of whatever head space Sloane had sunken into. She sighed, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. Gods, he really was horrible at talking to girls. "You don't strike me as the commitment type," she commented while holding his gaze. She shook her head as a small smile graced her lips. "And I'm not that type of girl," she added. Regardless if Sloane enjoyed the sight of him in his towel, it wasn't going to make her want to climb into bed with him.

He pushed off his knees, moving to his feet. Gods he was huge, over a foot taller than her. If the circumstances were different, Sloane might have been frightened of him. He could snap her in half without breaking a sweat. But something about his horrible flirting and a puppy seemed to chase any of that away. "Let's go get the rest of your shit from your cabin while your brother's out. Not that I mind that smell on you." He smiled while wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Sloane rolled her eyes, once again, as she walked around him and headed for the door. She had a feeling she was going to get headaches from how much he'd make her do that. But it at least made her smile. She didn't do that enough. She stopped by the door, seeing a leash hanging on the wall. Sloane reached out and took it, then held it out toward Liam. "What?" Her brows raised as she wiggled the leash. "You can't very well leave him cooped up in here all day."

Liam's hands all but swallowed hers as she shoved the leash into his palm. Once he took it, Sloane opened the door and headed outside. It was a strange day. For the first time in years, she wasn't wearing skirts and heels, dressed like she was about to spend a day in court. Her hair wasn't pulled back into some secretary type style, but flowed freely at her shoulders in its natural curled wildness. Not to mention she wasn't wearing an ounce of makeup. It made her feel almost naked, exposed to the world, not pristine or poised, just... human. But deep down, it was a little freeing. Sloane wasn't forcing herself to be perfect and what everyone else expected of her. She was just herself, some quiet, shy girl.

Once Liam joined her, they started heading in the direction of her cabin. For awhile it was silent. Sloane's hands kept fidgeting, tugging at the sleeves of her cardigan or brushing her loose curls behind her ears. But eventually, she broke the silence. "I could help you," she said, looking up at Liam. "With your girl problem."

Sloane remained quiet for a moment, letting Liam think about her offer or maybe argue that he didn't need her help. "You're not repugnant," she clarified before continuing. "I don't know much about dating, or really anything about dating for that matter... But I do know women." The corner of her mouth curved into a slight smile. Her short legs nearly working double time to keep in pace with his large strides. "I don't really approve of seducing women into your bed... But, I'd like to think someday something I told you could help you find your forever person. I'm sure she'd appreciate it."

Sloane actually laughed thinking about it. She could imagine some girl thanking her, a couple years down the line, for showing Liam how to give a decent compliment. Or maybe he'd be so thick, that it'd make his flirting even more cringe worthy. Although that would make her laugh to the point of tears. But either way, Liam helped her. And there wasn't very much that Sloane had in the realm of repayment. The least she could do for him, and the poor girls he tries to talk to, was give him a few... or a lot, of pointers.

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"There's a difference between so drunk and too drunk?"

She shrugged with a smile. "I think so."

"Well then, if you're wanting a party... then you should probably get up. Maybe shower?" He grinned playfully as he pretended to fan away the smell from his nose. "Then we can go vote on the bonfire?" He cocked his head to the side slightly. "I mean, I doubt a movie night would be all that thrilling... Definitely sex though."

"Dude, you seriously need to get laid!" she threw one of her pillows at his face, laughing. "And NO, I am not offering" she quickly added, knowing that he might turn her words against her in jest.

"We might be able to kidnap a Hecate kid to change it up a bit and not do the same beach bonfire party we always do. Or maybe just the regular beach party," he laughed. Alex got up and headed over to her chest of drawers and pulled out one of the clean towels as she carried on to listen to him as he lay on her bed. It was nice that after a year they could be comfortable with each other with no awkwardness between them. To be honest... they never had that. Right from the start both of them had just managed to 'Click' persay. "And," Wes added holding up his index finger as Alex threw the clean towel onto the bed for now.

Image She smiled at his words that came next. "If you're wanting to get someone's attention, like... Oh, I don't know Duke's? Or maybe this Pete? Then I suggest you dress to turn some heads tonight." He then put out his hand to stop her before she went a little too crazy. "For the love of the Gods, please, nothing too revealing. That's all I need is your brother trying to kill me because you're dressed like a stripper." which she'd never do, though the thought of dressing that way just to see the reaction of others was an entertaining thought. Still, she had her dignity and much preferred to leave something to the imagination instead of putting it all out there without them working for it. Seemed... easy.

Image She sat down on the bed at his feet, resting her hand on his calf. "You would be too tempted to stare yourself more like..." She faked a couple of tuts as she shook her head, pretending to be absolutely disappointed in him. "I won't dress like a stripper, though. I promise. Besides, I don't think they'll be interested in me anyway. I'm pretty sure that Pete is only being nice to me because he felt sorry for me, and I.. well, Duke was with some other girl after the trial. Which, is totally fine." she quickly added, not wanting to sound like she was jealous. Jealousy definitely sprung to her mind. "I don't know her name... Liv, or something like that?" To be honest, she didn't give a damn what her name was. "I'll grab that shower." She patted his legs before she grabbed her towel and headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

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It wasn't too long before she emerged from the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her slender little frame, with her dark locks framing her face as it rested against her shoulders in damp waves. She looked over at her bed and found that Wes had waited. "Ready for a mini fashion show?" she smiled, then theatrically opened her closet door. She stuck out her arm, grabbing an item for one of the outfits, and threw it onto the bed behind her. She did the same with the rest and moved them into outsits side-by-side. "Which one do you think says... sexy but cute, best?"

Outfit One / Outfit Two / Outfit Three / Outfit Four / Outfit Five / Outfit Six

She was always indecisive with outfits. If it were possible, she'd wear all of them in one day.



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"Dude, you seriously need to get laid!" Alex chucked a pillow at him and Wes was barely able to grab it before it smacked him in the face. "And NO, I am not offering"

"I wasn't talking about me," he corrected, throwing the pillow back at her. "I don't think having all of us in a dark room together is the smartest idea. You forget, I can tell when someone is lusting after someone else... Or has unspoken feelings." Wes cupped his hands together and batted his eyelashes like a dewy-eyed school girl. "I'd rather not stumble upon campers getting down and dirty."

"And for the record... I'm saving myself." Wes couldn't help but chuckle slightly at his comment. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that he was not a virgin. "I plan to remain chaste until she wants me... And if she never does?" He shrugged his shoulders. "And so my watch begins," he laughed, quoting Game of Thrones.

After Wes begged Alex to not dress like a stripper, she sat down at the foot of the bed and rested her head on his calf. "You would be too tempted to stare yourself more like..."

Wes shook his head. "I'm sure I could abstain. Stripper isn't really my type. You'll be shocked to know I find modesty attractive." He made a fake shocked expression on his face, even gasping and bringing his hand to his mouth.

"I won't dress like a stripper, though. I promise. Besides, I don't think they'll be interested in me anyway. I'm pretty sure that Pete is only being nice to me because he felt sorry for me, and I.. well, Duke was with some other girl after the trial. Which, is totally fine. I don't know her name... Liv, or something like that?"

"And men and women aren't allowed to be friends?" He asked, quirking a brow. Wes then sighed as he sat up right on the bed, preparing for a moment of serious talk. "Ok, so first of all, any guy would be crazy not to be into you." Even though he was head over heels for another girl, Wes wasn't blind and he knew Alex was a catch. She was just intimidating... Honestly like half of the damn girls at camp. The kind to murder you in their sleep if you broke their heart. Wes was lucky he hasn't woken up to Trinity holding a blade to his throat.

"Well, I don't know this Pete guy... But in a single day his name has been mentioned just as much as Duke's. And no matter how much you want to hide it, I can sense how you feel about Duke. Now I don't know his deal." Wes shrugged, patting his legs to a slight beat before continuing. "He could be into you and just... doesn't know how to show it. Or, he's an idiot and doesn't know he likes you yet. Or he's just an idiot." Wes laughed. "Regardless you're single and free to do whatever you want and that includes making some dumb guys realize that they are blind." He then shrugged with a smile. Sometimes guys needed a little push.

"I'll grab that shower." He gave her a thumbs up as she wondered off toward the bathroom.

Wes must have been a lot more tired than he originally thought. At some point when Alex went to get cleaned, he must have dozed off. He didn't hear her exit the bathroom and was startled awake when he heard her speak. "Ready for a mini fashion show?"

He inhaled deeply as he stretched and groaned. Wes looked over at her with squinty eyes and gave her a thumbs up once again. "Dazzle me."

With a yawn, he propped himself up on his bionic arm, watching as Alex gathered a bunch of outfits and laid them out on the bed before him. "Which one do you think says... sexy but cute, best?"

"Well," he said as he moved to his feet to get a better view. "The parties are always at the beach... and we're at camp. I'd say nix these three," he said as he pointed at the second, fourth and fifth outfits. "I think they might say you're trying a little hard. Plus, they're pretty formal for getting shit faced drunk and you'll be pissed you wore heels in the sand."

Wes's lips pursed slightly as he looked at the remaining outfits. "I like these two," he pointed at the first and last outfits. "They look like something you'd wear to a bonfire. They show some skin, but not too much... So, it leaves somethings up to the imagination. Definitely one of those outfits girls wear when they feel cute and don't realize how hot us guys think it is."

He smiled. "You might want to save it for the party... Element of surprise and all that." Wes wiggled his eyebrows playfully. "Now what should I wear?" He teased, spinning around and posing. "What says 'I'm an idiot but you like me anyway'?' He laughed as he flopped back down on her bed, dropping the act.




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“Perhaps you should preserve a potential ally’s face and ego.” Sylas gave a soft chuckle and a shake of his head. Evelyn was set on the whole concept of Sylas and Eve. Two manipulators joining forces to piss off the entire camp. But see, the blonde had no style and tact was out the window. He could have gotten the same effects she had, but it wouldn't have come back to bite him in the ass. Subtly is your best friend in this particular situation and her sense of self preservation seems to be lacking. If Sylas wanted to get under someone's skin like Andy, he definitely wouldn't blatantly flirt with her boyfriend. Foolish. “Tell me again why Eve won't go to you for a taste of the darker side?”

"You are persistent." He tapped his index finger against the table. "Eve is someone who likes to be in control... The dominant type." Sylas slowly looked over at Evelyn, speaking softly. "Well, so am I." A small smirk curved upon his face. "Two dominants don't make good bedfellows. And her blatant disregard for self preservation or tact would ruin my style."

"Eve will either see me as a challenge... or give me a wide birth. Only time will tell which path she chooses. But the princess doesn't seem to take it lightly when someone gets the upper hand on her." He motioned his head toward the commotion that still continued behind him. Sylas couldn't help but laugh slightly when he heard Andy scream at Eve. He snuck a glance over his shoulder, seeing the dutiful boyfriend holding her back while the blonde all but skipped away. "I'd pay to see that cat fight unfold." Was he a sadist? Perhaps. But it was a new day and the Gods intervened before Trinity's fight in Olympus could get anywhere exciting.

Sylas watched Evelyn as she quickly connected the dots of what had happened to him... to some extent anyway. She raised her chin slightly, as if she pieced it together. “I see. And you did nothing to provoke this attack of course?”

No, he wasn't going to answer honestly. And Sylas isn't the type to admit he deserved it even if he did. "Would that change your opinion of me?" he asked, more rhetorically.

“As long as you're in one piece. I don't think I'd much like your neck broken before I can figure you out.” Sylas smiled slightly at the comment, nodding his head toward her in understanding. He never expected someone to warm up to him when he wasn't playing the part of someone other than himself. But, he also wasn't dumb and knew a lot of it stemmed from her own interest in who he was and what his intentions were. If he wasn't vague or mysterious, she might have already moved on.

“Now get something to eat or drink before your master performance begins.”

Sylas quirked a brow in almost a sinister expression as he stood up. "Yes ma'am."As he walked away, he let the tips of his fingers brush along Evelyn's shoulder.

It didn't take him long to scrounge up something, opting for a bowl of cereal and an apple, having a craving for one after Evelyn tempted him. He sent the red head a quick wink before he beelined for another table. Well, she did ask for a performance and he wasn't going to get anything done if he spent all his time with Evelyn. No matter how much he'd enjoy that. So, he made his way to a table with the brunette he saw Trinity fight with the day before and some unknown redhead.

"Wow! Now that was intense! You know, Mason told that Ajax has been with other girls, yet according to Eve, Ajax is the loyal one and Andy is the one who is having issues. Now I can already tell Mason doesn't like Ajax, so I am wondering in all of this mess, where does the truth lie? My mom is a journalist and that is always her ultimate goal, to find the truth while being as unbiased as possible."

He caught the tail end of a conversation as he approached, flashing them both a charming and a bit bashful smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. I was just wondering if this seat was taken." He pointed to an available seat beside Liv. "I don't think we've been properly introduced," he said, addressing both women. "I'm Sylas."




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"That's enough now," Ajax said toward her, quietly as his hand gently rested on the small of her back. Andy sighed softly, slowly calming down. She had almost forgotten how soothing Ajax's presence was to her. It had only been a day, maybe two that they were at odds and not speaking, but it felt longer. She hadn't realized how much she missed him until she was there beside him, with his hand upon her. "I need to talk to you."

Andy inhaled sharply. Why was it whenever your significant other needed to talk that it felt like the world was ending. But she didn't have time to respond or even react before a voice came from behind her. “Sorry, sorry. I just felt I needed to clear something up.” Andy slowly turned to face the blonde who was seriously testing her patience. Eve's presence even caused Ajax to sigh. The blonde motioned between the two of them before speaking. “You should know you have nothing to worry about. I might have been a little bit flirty, but he was not interested. He went all growly, and was like leave me alone, I’m a one woman kind of guy.”

Yeah, and I'm the Pope, Andy thought to herself. But she didn't say anything. She just waited. Eve was too happy... too calm to feel the need to back pedal, there was something she wanted to add. Her own knife to sink in. She was a caged animal, and it was only natural for her to retaliate to try and regain some semblance of honor. “Now that I think about it though, that must make you feel pretty crappy. Ajax is such perfect, loyal boyfriend to you, and you can’t even fake loyalty. Since we all know you're not a one man kind of gal.”

"Bitch!" Andy shouted at Eve, no doubt getting the attention of nearly everyone in the hall... Maybe even more. She went to lunge for the blonde. Andy had every intention to hurdle the table and beat Eve within an inch of her life. But Ajax was faster than she was. He took ahold of her before she could act and held her back.

"Don't.. don't let her get under your skin." He spoke calmly to her, as he gently pulled her toward him. Andy took a deep breath, turning away from Eve and staring at the wall over Ajax's shoulder.

“Sorry, just grabbing my food. Sex always makes me so hungry.”

"Choke on it," Andy said, not even sparing the girl a glance.

"Just leave," Ajax demanded and Andy could only assume Eve left, because she didn't hear another word from her. She finally looked up at Ajax when she felt him shift to glance down at her. "So, about that talk?"

Andy swallowed as she nodded her head. As he began to lead her out of the cafeteria, she couldn't help but over hear part of a conversation from some girl she never met sitting across from Liv. "You know, Mason told that Ajax has been with other girls, yet according to Eve, Ajax is the loyal one and Andy is the one who is having issues. Now I can already tell Mason doesn't like Ajax, so I am wondering in all of this mess, where does the truth lie?"

She had half a mind to tell the girl to mind her own damn business. But instead Andy just glared at the girl as Ajax lead her out of the room and took her to a private part of the hall she hadn't been to before. She was thankful of that. That's all they needed was more gossip and rumors about their private life spreading through the camp like wildfire.

Andy found herself holding her breath until Ajax spoke. There was a lump in her throat while her hands began to tremble. Was this it? Had he finally had enough of her bullshit? Her friendship with Mason?... all of it. But she stood there silent, her fingers tugging at the sleeves of her shirt as she waited.

"I know I haven't been the greatest boyfriend to you, and for that, I'm sorry. Maybe that's why you fell for him, for Mason. He was able to give you what I wasn't. He was there for you when I wasn't. If.... if you want to be with him, then... who am I to stop you? I can't force you to stay with me, even if I want to." Andy finally breathed, but it wasn't out of relief. It was almost like gasping for air when there wasn't any.

Ajax gently took her face in his hands. The expression on his face killed her. Part of her just wanted to pull him closer and kiss him, kiss away his pain and worry. But this wasn't something they could kiss away and sweep under the rug. He deserved the truth... after the hell she's put him through. "I love you, Andy. I have loved you from the first moment I saw you, and I swear that I will do whatever it takes to be a better boyfriend, but if your hearts with him... then I have to let you go." She felt a tear run down her cheek as she held his gaze. "You deserve to be happy."

She took in a shakey breath. It was so hard to hold his gaze as he looked at her like that. What in the hell was she feeling? "I don't know what I want." It hurt her to say the words. Andy had been so focused on trying to keep everyone else happy over the past year that she had forgotten about herself. "I can't remember the last time I was happy," she sighed softly. She can barely remember her night with Ajax to know if she was truly happy then. She hopes she was. But she remembers the next morning and her panic also. Andy has been torn in two directions for so long, that she was losing herself in the middle of it all. Out of anyone, Ajax deserved that truth. She's been lying to herself and others by putting on a brave face and a forced smile.

"I'm not the girl I was a year ago," she added, shaking her head slightly. "I don't know if I'm capable of being happy anymore... or what would even make me happy." Andy sighed, trying to swallow the lump in her throat and stop the churning in her stomach. "You deserve happiness, more than I do," she concluded as her hand raised to wipe away a tear from her cheek.

Andy had hidden for so long from the truth, her burdens, confusion and sadness. It was no surprise that eventually others noticed. It killed her to stand before Ajax and say these things. But it was the truth. She was so lost that she was surprised she lasted as long as she did. He deserved someone who could treat him better than she could, who would support him.




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Sloane had continued walking for several steps until she realized she didn't hear him trailing behind her. She slowed down and turned to face Liam finding him frozen where he stood. It seemed the second she looked at him, he turned his head away... like he was bashful or embarrassed. She regretted saying anything. Did she strike a nerve or offend him? Sloane took a step toward him and parted her lips to say something but froze once he decided to speak.

"I think the universe would owe you a great debt, Sloane," he responded even giving her a goofy grin.

She smiled slightly, but the concern still showed in her eyes and the way her brows tugged together. Sloane slowly walked up the stairs into her cabin. She stopped at the top and turned to face Liam, actually being at eye level or a little bit higher. "I don't have to." She said it plainly, so he didn't feel obligated to accept her help. If he didn't want it then she wouldn't impose. "I just wanted to offer something in return for what you did." That wasn't sex. But she didn't say it. Although Liam seemed to think with what was between his legs a fair bit, she had faith, at least, in somewhat serious conversations she wouldn't have to state that.

Sloane's gaze moved from Liam when she saw Rocco run inside the cabin, dragging his leash behind him. Without knowing what else to say, her fingers tugged at the sleeves of her cardigan as she spun around and headed inside. For a moment she hesitated in the doorway to her room. Everything, for the most part, still looked the same with only minor signs of a struggle. But that doesn't keep the images at bay. She sighed softly and finally entered.

Luckily, she hadn't unpacked that much. So, all she really had was a small suitcase and one other duffel bag. Sloane opened them and laid them out on her bed. Sloane couldn't help but notice how since they arrived, Liam barely stayed a few feet from her. Like he was worried any minute Sylas could come back. She tried not to think about it as she went over to her closet and took things from hangers, folded the clothes and placed them in the suitcase. All the while, Liam just dumped drawers of clothes into her other bag, surprisingly avoiding her underwear drawer.

"Why didn’t you tell anyone?"

Sloane's pace slowed as she placed the piece of clothing in her hands into the suitcase. By that point Rocco wondered his way into her room and was sniffing some of her things that managed to fall to the floor. She smiled slightly, picking him up and untangling his leash from the foot of her bed. She gave him a couple rubs on the ears before setting him on top of her pillows. Sloane wasn't avoiding the question, but part of her, even now, was worried that speaking ill of her brother would summon the devil himself. She took a blue ribbon from her bag and loosely tied it around Rocco's collar, sighing once she finished.

"I'm scared of him," she admitted as she started folding the clothes Liam haphazardly tossed into her bag. "Sylas... threatened to kill me if I ever spoke ill against him." Sloane didn't look over at Liam, although she could guess what his expression looked like. "He keeps his word." Although she never spoke out about her brother or told a soul, that wouldn't be how he saw it. Liam knew too much and in Sylas's mind, that was her fault. He'd find a moment when she was alone, that she didn't doubt. But instead of dwelling on future that awaited her, she tried to smile a little more and enjoy the freedom while she had it.

When Sloane finished folding the clothes Liam grabbed, she scooped up the duffle bag on her arm and carried it over to her dresser. She started taking the contents out of the drawer he didn't touch and toss them into the bag. "So... Why did you get involved?" She gave him an answer, so maybe she would get one in return. "You could have ignored it. Would have been safer for you."

She finished emptying the final drawer and zipped up her bag. On her dresser there sat a small little stuffed teddy that she couldn't even recall where she got it. Sloane scooped it up and tossed it onto the bed next to the puppy, who proceeded to sniff it curiously. Then he bit into it and shook his head all around. Funny how cute little animals always seemed to make things better. And as long as she was staying with Liam, there was a good chance that Rocco would be spoiled. After all, Sloane never had a pet, so she found herself already in love with the little guy.

Sloane gave a once over of her room. Nothing else there was of importance. She had what she needed. She put the strap from the duffle over her head, then lifted her suitcase from the bed. Thankfully it was on wheels so she could roll it. "That's everything." She couldn't help but wonder what other rumors would spread if someone saw her moving into Liam's cabin. She tried not to worry about that as she headed toward the door. "He can keep it," she said as she nodded her head and smiled toward Rocco who came trotting after them with the stuffed animal in his mouth. With one last glance over her shoulder at the cabin, she sighed and exited the cabin, for good.

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Image He waited with bated breath for her response, and even though it wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear from her, he appreciated and respected the fact that she was honest with him. "I don't know what I want." No doubt it hurt her as much as it was hurting him, but it was his own fault. He realized that he hadn't exactly been the boyfriend of the year, and he always placed Alex and Duke before anyone else. The family has always been important, and Andy should be part of that too. "I can't remember the last time I was happy," she sighed softly. "I'm not the girl I was a year ago," That was true, but he wasn't exactly the same either. People tend to change over time, which was fine, but he wished with every inch of his heart that it wouldn't change how they are together. It was honestly hard to have a decent relationship in this place anyway since there was always drama lurking around the corner like bad karma. "I don't know if I'm capable of being happy anymore... or what would even make me happy." Andy sighed "You deserve happiness, more than I do,"

Ajax furrowed his brows painfully as he watched the tears drip down her cheeks before she wiped them away. "It's definitely harder for us at this camp, and.. I can't force you to stay with me if that's not what you want. I think..." he sucked in his lips, placing his hands into the front pockets of his jeans as he looked down for a second, biting down on his lip in thought. He was going to regret his choice/decision, but he was doing it for her. "Andy... maybe we should have a break? that way, you can then decide on what you want, and who makes you happier. I'm not going to compare myself from Mason to make myself look like the better choice. You need to decide that on your own, baby." he smiled a little. "Come here," he signaled with his hand for her to come closer to him, but he closed the gap between them before she got the chance to move, and wrapped both his arms around her, holding her to his warm torso as he closed his eyes and kissed her head. "I just want to say... thank you for putting up with me for this long at least." he absolutely hated Mason, couldn't stand his presence an inch from Andy... but he loved her more than his hatred for the son of Hades. He kept his arms around her, and his eyes shut. He hoped and prayed that it was just a bad dream. "Everything will be okay. I promise." he felt her heart against his chest as his own raced at the thought of losing her, but all of this needed to be done. For her.




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Image "And for the record... I'm saving myself." he chuckled slightly. "I plan to remain chaste until she wants me... And if she never does?" He shrugged. "And so my watch begins," Alex laughed too at the Game of Thrones reference. He was such a geek. In a good way.

"And men and women aren't allowed to be friends?" He asked, quirking a brow. They were, but there was so many who looked down on those type of platonic relationships. They always jumped to conclusions in thinking there was something going on other than, just, friendship. Wes then sighed as he sat upright on the bed. She could feel the time was coming for him to give her a serious talk. That sigh of his always signaled that he had something on his mind, or on his chest that he needed to get out. "Ok, so first of all, any guy would be crazy not to be into you. Well, I don't know this Pete guy... But in a single day, his name has been mentioned just as much as Duke's. And no matter how much you want to hide it, I can sense how you feel about Duke. Now I don't know his deal." Wes shrugged, patting his legs to a slight beat before continuing. "He could be into you and just... doesn't know how to show it. Or, he's an idiot and doesn't know he likes you yet. Or he's just an idiot." Wes laughed, and Alex smiled. "Regardless you're single and free to do whatever you want and that includes making some dumb guys realize that they are blind." He then shrugged with a smile.

He was right, but how? It had been such a long time since her and Daniel had a little moment together, and she hadn't had a boyfriend since, well... Sophomore. Alex, of course, had to do the dumping since she had to go to Camp Athens a little early. She told him that her mom wanted her to move to Greece where they had family, and where her mom could get the job she wanted as a headteacher. Of course, the job wasn't true, but moving to Greece was.

"I'm... out of practice.." she felt so stupid. Flirting wasn't that difficult, she had a tiny moment with Pete on their way back from the trial, so it wasn't like she wasn't able to play the flirting game. Confidence radiated off of her, so she couldn't put it down to being shy/timid. "I honestly didn't think I mentioned Pete that much." She felt like she had only mentioned him once or twice in passing.

Besides, Pete was the guy that could definitely be the one to have fun with, but nothing like jumping into bed, no... Alex was saving herself for that too. Seeing Duke grow into the man he was today... it made her like him even more. "I don't know what he thinks, or feels, but... to be fair... I'm not exactly sure how I feel either at the moment." At least she hadn't friend-zoned him. "Lets... let's forget about relationships for now, yeah? we got a party to get ready for. Maybe you can go grab your stuff and get ready here? that way we can arrive there together. If you want?" She turned on some music by the Spotify app on her phone, grabbed the last outfit from off of her bed and headed toward the bathroom. "Won't be long." she smiled before she started to sing and dance her way in there to get ready.

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"I'm... out of practice.."

Wes chuckled slightly. "Well, it's not hard. Most guys are just dumb." He scratched his head trying to think of the flirty things he liked. But then again, he was in love with a girl who'd rather threaten his life rather than bat her eye lashes at him. "Laugh at his jokes, find a reason to touch his arm... Just give him a reason to not look at anyone else. That can't be too hard." To be honest, Wes didn't know. He didn't have to try until he met Trinity, and everything with her was backwards. So his knowledge was useless at this point.

"I honestly didn't think I mentioned Pete that much."

"You didn't," Wes said. "But you did mention him, that's the difference. The only male names I ever hear you mention are mine, Duke's, your brother's and Mason's. It's not too hard to connect the dots at least a little." It wasn't his place to judge. Alex was free to like whomever she wanted. As long as they made her happy. Or whatever else she wanted.

"I don't know what he thinks, or feels, but... to be fair... I'm not exactly sure how I feel either at the moment." His brows raised slightly as he nodded his head in understanding. "Lets... let's forget about relationships for now, yeah? We got a party to get ready for."

Wes nodded his head and held up his hands in surrender. "Yes ma'am."

"Maybe you can go grab your stuff and get ready here? that way we can arrive there together. If you want?" He slowly stood up from the bed as she chose an outfit and started towards the bathroom. "Won't be long."

He gave a wave of his hand before heading out of her room and exited the Valis cabin. Wes didn't hurry to his cabin, knowing full well how long it took girls to get ready. He'd be lucky if Alex was even a tenth of the way done by the time he returned. Part of him hoped he'd run into Trinity on his way, but it didn't seem like luck was on his side. He made his way inside and decided to give Alex a little thrill and let her pick his outfit as well. Who knows, maybe she'd pick something that would make Trin look twice at him. He grabbed a couple pieces and tossed them into a bag, along with some shoes and his cologne before heading out again.

When Wes returned to Alex's cabin, she was still in her bathroom doing lord knows what women do when they get ready. He took his time laying out what he brought it what he thought were decent outfits, although it wouldn't surprise him if Alex mixed up everything he thought worked. Wes didn't have much in the realm of options but still, a woman's advice might be helpful. He laid down perpendicular on the bed on top of the pillows with his feet sticking out off the side. He let himself doze off as he waited on her to finish getting ready.

Whenever Alex emerged, he finally stirred and groaned where he laid. He squinted as he opened an eye to look over at her. He gave Alex a thumbs up and a smile. "Good choice." He then motioned his mechanical hand at the presented clothing. "Your turn to choose."

Once Alex decided upon his clothes for the day, Wes scooped up the outfit and disappeared into the bathroom. Luckily, it didn't take him nearly as long to get ready as she did. He already shaved in the morning, and his hair was too short to do much of anything with it. So he ran his hands through it with a little bit of water, before he came back out. Wes's hands slid into the front pockets of his jeans as he approached her with a shrug. "So?" He spun around playfully. "It's weird, having two arms again." He laughed. "I just managed to figure out tying my shoes one handed... kind of."

He moved over to the door, nodding toward the exit. "Are you ready to go?" Wes opened the door for her, giving Alex a smile before motioning in the general direction of the party.




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"It's definitely harder for us at this camp, and.. I can't force you to stay with me if that's not what you want. I think..." Andy looked up at him as he paused mid sentence. She watched him shove his hands into his pockets. He couldn't look at her. Her chin quivered. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath, preparing for whatever he was going to say.

"Andy... maybe we should have a break? That way, you can then decide on what you want, and who makes you happier. I'm not going to compare myself from Mason to make myself look like the better choice. You need to decide that on your own, baby."

Andy took a step back, shaking her head slightly as she tried to fight the tears. He wasn't wrong. She felt it coming, but it didn't hurt any less. She raised her hand to cover her mouth as she looked up at him, while her leg bounced anxiously. And somehow, no matter it all, Ajax smiled. But she couldn't match it.

"Come here," Ajax said as she motioned for her to come closer. But Andy couldn't make her feet move, she was cemented where she stood. But he didn't wait and closed the distance to her. He wrapped his arounds around her and kissed her forehead. Once in his arms, Andy let out a shaky breath. A soft whimper escaped her lips as her arms wrapped around him, her hands grasping at his shirt. "I just want to say... thank you for putting up with me for this long at least."

She let out a weak laugh that was muffed as she buried her face into the crook of his neck. Andy managed to hold him tighter. Why did this feel like the end? It terrified her and she couldn't help but feel like it was all her fault. "I do love you, Ajax," she whispered into his shoulder. She had to say it. No matter what happened, he had to know.

"Everything will be okay. I promise." How could he be so calm? Andy felt like everything she knew was crumbling around her, yet he could be so strong. He was doing this for her, yet she knew it was killing him and it killed her too. But how could she ever be the person he wanted or needed? Not when she was a mess like she was. Part of her wanted him to wait for her, that it was a phase she'd get past. But that was selfish. He just needed to be happy... Even if that meant moving on without her.

But for as long as Ajax would let her, she'd stay there in his arms.

Andy lost track of how long her and Ajax just stood there in silence. It took all the strength left in her to finally walk away. The rest of the day felt like a haze, where she couldn't remember half of the things she did. She went through the actions with an empty gaze and her mind was somewhere else. She somehow found her way to her cabin. Part of her wanted to be with someone... But who would she go to? Mason was half of the reason she was in this predicament and they weren't talking. Trinity? Andy vaguely remembers walking past her as she exited the hall. She was with Mason and they weren't stupid. It was only a matter of time before Trinity found her and asked what happened, or Mason came to gloat.

She wished Daniel was there. But he wasn't. So, she opted for solitude. Andy let herself sink into a hot bath, putting in earbuds so she couldn't be bothered. It seemed as though every song, one after the other only made it worse until eventually she threw her phone across the room. She groaned at the sound of her screen cracking before slipping beneath the steaming water. When Andy came back up for air, she brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she sat there until the water long turned cold.

Pruney was an understatement when it came to her fingers and toes by the time Andy got out of the bath. She wrapped herself in a towel and managed to make it out to her bedroom where she then sat down on her bed. Why did it always seem to be the camp's answer for everything to throw a party. Just the thought of alcohol made her nauseous. Maybe she could stay inside and not go? Who would expect her there now? Not Ajax. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself," she scolded herself.

Andy managed to get herself ready, but it took nearly an hour just to get up and put the few pieces of clothing on. It took even more coaxing to manage making her hair look nice. Then it took three tries to put make up on, the first two times she started crying at the thought of seeing Ajax there but not being with him. She actually had to yell at her own reflection to get the hell over it and not mess it up a third time. She was determined to not look like she just went through a temporary split up with her boyfriend, even if it killed her on the inside.

Once she was presentable and ready, Andy walked out of her cabin. She slowly stepped out onto her porch and closed the door behind her. Then froze. She stood there with her back to the world, facing the door with the handle in her hand. Let go and go to the party. Just let go.




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Sloane walked along the dirt path, slowly trailing behind Liam. He hadn't answered her question, which made her wonder if he was searching for a reason as to why. Or maybe because it was a simple reason, that she already shut down. She tried not to overthink it, instead of looking toward the puppy as he trotted along with his new prize. Occasionally, the leash caught on a twig or rock, stopping Rocco's moment. Sloane smiled a little, using her toe to untangle it each time and would toss the teddy ahead for him.

After one throw, Liam turned and moved toward her. Her eyes widened when he stopped well within what was considered personal space. His chest was pressed to hers, with her gaze hidden someone in his upper torso. She felt his hand move to the middle of her back, causing her to inhale sharply as she tensed under his warm touch. Sloane tried to spare a subtle glance up at him only to be met by the underside of his jaw, instead focusing her gaze on the fabric of his shirt.

Liam's head began to lower, which caused Sloane's heart to about break through her ribcage. No doubt he could feel it against his chest. She tried to keep herself calm, but she had no idea what he was doing. His breath was hot on the side of her neck and she could have swore his lips nearly grazed her ear. Then his hand took hold of the strap to her duffle bag and pulled it over her head. Sloane finally let out a deep breath. She hadn't noticed she was holding it in until that moment. "Thanks," she said quietly as she still tried to steady her breathing. No doubt her cheeks were flushed and she did her best to avoid eye contact. The spot on his shirt was doing well at holding her attention.

But when Sloane thought the interaction was done, Liam remained... close. He didn't withdraw or take a step back. His chest was still against hers. She could feel it caving and rising with each breath as he began to speak. If someone stumbled upon them it might have looked odd, the way this giant was so close to her and had to look down at her like he was staring at his shoes. All the while Sloane's hand craned backwards so that she might catch a glimpse of his face. Why was he so close?

"Because you needed me, and I was there. You can't honestly tell me that you were standing there, taking his wrath, and not hoping that I would still be there to see it. I was, and I did something because you needed help. You were scared, and I could see it. You shouldn't have to be scared of anyone. If you leave it at that, Sloane, then it's simple. I did what any man should do."

Liam finally broke the close contact and headed for his cabin. Sloane stood there in stunned silence, watching him walk away for a good couple of seconds before she let herself relax and followed after him. "Do you regret me stepping in?"

"No," she replied simply. Her thumbs tapped against the handle of her suitcase as she walked. Sloane chewed on her bottom lip slightly trying to think of more of an explanation or an answer than a single word. "You woke the bear," she added with a slight smile. But it wasn't happy, more sympathetic, maybe even worried. "I think... I accepted his wrath because I thought, if I carried the weight of it, then everyone else would be safe from him."

"I don’t give a fuck about what I woke, Sloane. He isn’t a bear - he’s a snake. If I were you, I’d be more worried that he woke a bear." He turned and gestured to his chest with two thumbs, comically and with a grin. Sloane chuckled slightly while shaking her head. "That would be me. I’m the bear, and if he isn't careful, I will crush his little head under my big foot." He mumbled something under his breath that was likely an expletive directed at Sylas - some derogatory name or some such. He turned back around and continued walking.

They finally reached his cabin and Sloane's pace slowed. She pushed down the handle of her suitcase, then grabbed the one on the side so she could lift it up the stairs. She made it to the porch and set down her bag. After a moment, Sloane looked back at him. "He'll be coming after us both now. I'm not sure how long we'll be able to keep each other safe." She raised her hand to rub the back of her neck. "Just don't do something stupid to protect me, ok?... Promise?"

He waited for her to go inside, and when she made her request as he turned to close the door, he sighed. "Doing stupid things for pretty girls is in my nature. I can’t promise you that.' At least he was honest and not making promises that he can’t keep.

Sloane sighed softly and nodded her head slightly. She hated that she was his burden now, regardless if he saw it that way or not. But no matter what she said it wouldn't keep him from doing what he set his mind to. She set her stuff down beside the couch, then made her way over to Liam to take her duffel back from him. She shifted to her tip toes to grab the strap and slip the bag from his shoulder. Liam helped her with it, of course. "I'll stay on the couch. I can't impose in your home and take your bed... Plus I'm short," she added with a slight smile.

He didn’t know what it was about what she proposed that made him feel uneasy. Was it that she would sleep on the couch, and he, a man, would be on a bed? Or was it that she would be closer to the door, and he hoped he’d be a buffer in case Sylas came storming in? Maybe it was both, but he looked at her and realized that she was probably going to insist and be stubborn. Why are women so stubborn? He grumbled his discontent, again, under his breath and flailed his arms in retreat of offering any form of protest. The woman is always right, and life was easier for a man that way.

"Okay, okay. But just so you know - I am keeping my door open. Rocco is just a pup, so don’t expect him to notice when something’s going on that isn’t normal. By the end of the day, if you really feel like you want the couch - then okay. But I’m going to insist again - just one more time, before bed," he forewarned her. Sure, he was an ass most of the time, but he wasn’t in the business of telling lies. She’d know the truth always, however irritating or unwanted they are.

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Sloane didn't dare unpack any of her things. She still felt like she was a burden and imposing. She figured it was only a matter of time before he got tired of her and kicked her out, then she'd have to find her own way. So, instead she kept her bags neat in a corner, out of the way. She spent the rest of the day playing with Rocco and trying to be out of the way as much as possible. At some point or another she dozed off, curled up in the corner of the couch.

Liam had taken to getting some strength training in with the adjustable dumbbell set he brought with him. While he tried to get through his workout, he realized that he was running on nothing. The pair forgot to go get breakfast, so he’d have to scrounge through the scant food collection he had. Which, if he were honest with himself, was tasteless and solely for maintaining his figure. He didn’t think Sloane would take to it. He’d have to steal things that she might eat from the cafeteria later.

He couldn’t keep going running on empty, so he just fell onto his bed and fell asleep. The cabin was quiet for most of the day, and Rocco was happy to cuddle up with Sloane. He woke up long before the announcement, however, to make some food.

She had no idea how long she managed to stay asleep. She might have remained there until the next morning if it weren't for some obnoxious announcement confirming a beach bonfire party that would start in an hour at sunset. Sloane rubbed her eyes with the sleeve of her cardigan, groaning softly as she stretched. She smiled as she woke to Rocco curled up in her lap in the little pocket her body made between her chest and thighs. She sniffed, catching scent of cooking food and stretched her neck to look over the back of the couch toward the smell.

Liam was in the kitchen wearing his best “Kiss the Chef” apron and in his lipstick print boxers. He’s a guy - what should she expect? He couldn’t change his life completely. He wasn’t going to ease her into an adjustment period. She’d know how he liked to roam, and was lucky that he thought to put on boxers at all. He was bopping around, cooking some oats on the stove and stirring in some brown sugar for taste. Not for him - he could eat them barely boiled and plain, but for the sake of not murdering Sloane’s taste buds while she stayed with him. There was fruit and bread, yogurt and some other things that it looked like he must have retrieved from the cafeteria sometime while she was sleeping. Thankfully, he took really good care of his body, which made him a great cook. She’d not be displeased with his food, and if she was, then he’d have to rethink his future in the restaurant business.

"Are you going to go?" She slowly sat up, crossed her arms against the back of the couch. Her chin rested on her hands as she made another comment. "I don't think I'll go, if you don't."

He turned to look over his shoulder. He was going to answer, but then she does that thing where she cuts him off before he can reply. Again. He stared at her expectantly, wondering when Sloane would allow him to speak before she goes on the defense.

Sloane stood up awkwardly, quickly trying to back track what she said. "I just mean I wouldn't feel safe. I don't expect you to be like next to me the whole time or anything." Her face scrunched up slightly as she turned her back to him and made her way to her things in the corner.

As she knelt down and began to sift through her bags, looking for something to wear that would still hide her bruises, Liam quickly interjects before she scampered off, "Yeah, I think we should go. It sounds like fun, and you need to start living your life. If you don’t like the crowd, we can steal a couple of beers and take a walk on the beach. If you’re into that sort of thing. Whatever you want, we can do it. I am not looking to get laid tonight anyway. I don’t think the girls here are going to be into an Ares child. You lot are too smart for that."

Sloane grabbed the first thing she found that would do the job. She looked back toward Liam briefly, nodding her head as she brushed her hair behind her ears in acknowledgement. Whatever she wanted? No one ever cared what she wanted. Sloane tried not to let her overthinking appear on her face as she made her way to the bathroom before she could stumble over her tongue more.

He watched her walk away because it was a good sight. Even better when she’s flustered. Can one blame him? He has been good about not doing it for a while. He smirked to himself and kept on cooking so that she had something to eat when she came out. A small gal like her needed food or she was going to take a sip of beer and fall over herself.

She didn't spend too terribly long getting ready. After all, who was she trying to impress? If anything, Sloane hoped she could go back to being fairly invisible and get through the night without issue. She did take a little bit of time doing her make up, doing her best to mask her split lip with red lipstick. But she didn't bother trying to do her hair, instead leaving it down and wavy like it had been for the remainder of the day.

Once she was finished, she emerged from the bathroom with her dirty clothes in her arms, held to her chest. Sloane lingered in the doorway to the living room, leaning against the door frame. "Do you think you could teach me self defense? I don't think I'll ever be a fighter..." She glanced down at her bare feet, before she pushed off the wall and headed over to her things. "But, it could be useful." Sloane folded the dirty clothes and placed them aside in their own neat pile so that she could clean them later.

Liam sat on one of two barstools at the counter to eat, and gestured over the pot of oats and various fruits he had spread out. She’d have to go into the fridge for milk or orange juice, or whatever she drank. He wasn’t sure so he had grabbed a bunch of crap. He was drinking water. He didn’t answer her right away, partly because he was chewing but mostly because he wanted to take a second to drink her figure in. Gods, she was beautiful, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it out loud. He looked back down at his bowl to shovel a few more bites into his mouth before he’d reply. "I thought about that already, and I was going to ask a bit later. A woman should be able to defend herself, and I will be glad to help train you as much as I can. Maybe I can have Trinity help you out, too. I’m not in the woman hitting business." Not that training against any Ares child was fair at all. He’d have to scope out the other demigods and see who he could recruit to help out.

He was finished eating, so he stood up and pulled off his apron to hang it up someplace. "Eat good because I don’t want to have to carry you back to the cabin after one beer." With that, he left to get into the shower. He threw on a casual outfit - a pair of loose sweats and a black t-shirt. It was hard for him to fit into suits and long sleeves unless he was made of money, which he was not.

Sloane made her way to the kitchen and made a plate of whatever Liam made. At this point she didn't care what it was. They had completely neglected to eat all day and the smell made her famished. She got herself a glass of water and yogurt, placing what she gathered on the counter before one of the stools. With the help of the little step on the stool she took a seat and wasted no time before digging in. Mid-bite, she shifted in her seat glance over her shoulder toward Liam when he exited his room. He wasn't particularly dressed for a party but neither was she to be honest. And someone of his stature probably has the worst luck shopping. Before he noticed, Sloane turned back to her meal, crossing her left leg over her right.

He looked down at Rocco, of whom came running up to him as soon as he stepped out of his room. He bent down and plucked the pup off the floor and rubbed his face against its face, and it probably looked ridiculous. Ridiculously cute. "You gotta stay here, buddy. I’ll put the TV on for you." He totally did - YouTube videos of barking dogs. That would keep Rocco entertained for hours. After checking its food and water, he was ready to head out. "Let’s get going, Sloane," he insisted while he walked toward the door.

She nodded her head as she took one last bite. Sloane then slid off the stool. Instead of heading straight to the door, she beelined for Rocco. She leaned down over the back of the couch to rub his ears and accepted a lick or two. She couldn't deny that seeing the way Liam was around the dog was heart warming. Not to mention she was already obsessed with the little guy. It made her envy anyone who got to grow up with a pet. She caught Liam watching her and instantly got awkward as she tended to do. "What? Can't I say bye too?"

Before they were about to exit, Sloane moved in front of Liam to stop him stepped out of the cabin. He peered down at her curiously. Did she change her mind? "Wait," she said as she held up her hands slightly. "I uh... My powers should have worn off by now. Which means you're susceptible to Sylas's... or Eve's influence." She sighed, her brows furrowing slightly as she tried to find the words. "I said I wouldn't use my abilities on you without your permission. And I won't."

This peering became, as it had so many times before, long and quiet. It seemed that something about this woman caused internal conflict that left him not knowing what to say or do. Was she implying that he might be dangerous? Was her brother that powerful? It didn’t matter because he didn’t know anything about any of this. There was no crash course about being a Demigod and all that it entailed. There was just being thrown into it, and just like she had to trust that he’d protect her, he had to trust that she would keep him from being the one that could be used against her in any way. He had to confess internally that even he would be at risk here, and even worse, a risk for others if he was going to be some weapon used in a vengeance scheme.

She glanced down slightly as she extended her right hand toward him, with her palm up. It was a silent offering. There wasn't much she was able to do to keep him safe, nothing remotely close to what he was doing for her. And Sloane knew what she was offering was a big pill to swallow. Liam didn't have to accept her offer. Maybe she was still strong enough to negate her brother's powers if he tried, but she couldn't be sure. But as she looked back up at him, she knew what she was asking. It was more than asking Liam to let her help him, but it was also a question of trust.

He didn’t think that she’d do anything to harm him, even with her unfamiliar power. So, he reached his own hand out and gently, for a big strong man, grasped her small fingers even softer. It was almost like he was hesitant to touch her, but not for the reasons that might go through her head. He could already feel himself taking to her, and that was a very dangerous game to play. He didn’t want to worsen it, but he did at the same time. Oh, the conflict. Given that he hadn’t felt it the last time, much less noticed at all, he braced himself against the simple skin-to-skin contact. Women always had such cool soft hands, and his was a stark contrast; a touch more than warm and roughly calloused. It was oddly pleasing to take the time to actually notice it.

Sloane's gaze fell to their hands as his palm fell into hers. The heat of his skin against hers was almost like sticking her hand in a hot bath, at first alarming then made her skin tingle. She took a slight step toward him and began to raise her other hand, but froze momentarily in a silent question as if to make sure it was ok. He could stop her. Contact through his hand should be enough, but it always seemed the more contact she had along with actually speaking the words out loud made the hold stronger. With his permission, she shifted to her tip toes as her other palm rested on his forehead.

Sloane swallowed as she held his gaze, before finally speaking. "Your mind is your own. No one can influence you. Your thoughts, actions and feelings are yours and yours alone." Each word she said she infused with her abilities. There could be no grey area, or loose ends that someone could manage to snake around. It came out forceful and powerful, such a stark comparison to her usually shy nature. But she made sure each word held, no matter what. Sloane was more powerful than Sylas but only when she put everything into what she did. This had to hold. The thought of what Sylas could do with an untethered Liam would frighten anyone. But the thought of seeing someone who helped her be molded like putty terrified her more.

She held her hands in place for a few moments longer before she let herself breath. Sloane stumbled backwards slightly when she lowered her hand and shifted back to flat feet. She grasped Liam's hand to keep herself steady, while her other hand held her head for a moment. Sloane didn't use her powers often if at all, but when she did everything went into it, which usually left her temporarily weak. "I'm ok," she said softly. "It just takes a lot. Fresh air will help." Her gaze fell to their hands and she quickly released her hold and took a deep breath. "That should keep you safe for the evening. But if someone like Eve or Sylas is around you and you feel like a weird... Tickling or scratchy feeling in the back of your neck, just let me know." Gods she hoped it would be enough. Luckily there was strength in numbers, right?

Liam felt that familiar sensation he did back then - like his mind was trying to tell him something without actually saying it. It was a strange sensation -to have this wall, and intuitive knowledge that stemmed from power. Honestly, it was hard to describe. There were hardly enough words to paint a picture of it. Regardless, he just nodded, stepped to her side and placed his palm at the small of her back - for leading, not to be all up in her personal space (but he did enjoy it). He’d lead them both out, shut the door, and the pair was off to the beach.

They’d arrive there in one piece, too.




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It seemed as though the moment Sylas arrived, the one girl he intended to sit next to stood up. "Oh, sure - I must be saving a whole table for my horde of friends. I am Liv, Miss Popularity, after all."

Sylas held up his hands in surrender. "Easy tiger. I was just wanting a place to sit and thought here would be better than sitting alone."

"If you don't mind, I have things to do, clothing to choose - and all that other fun stuff." Liv didn't wait for either them to say anything else before she headed for the door. Sylas took a step back out of the way to allow her to pass. Well she was just a big bag of anger and who knows what else. He made a mental note to tackle a conversation with her again in the future. It was always the emotional or temperamental ones that were the easiest to manipulate. But he couldn't very well tail after her with a bowl of cereal and fake apologies for interrupting.

"Hi there Sylas, my name is Penelope, but most call my Nelly. And as you can see it's just me here now and I wasn't waiting for anyone. I actually got in last night from another trip. Now I hope I am not being a bother here, but are you okay?"

The girl pointed his bruises after he spoke, causing Sylas to quirk a brow. He wasn't expecting her to be so direct. Although maybe he should have when he heard her excitement at the drama unfolding at camp. Maybe she was the type to thrive off of it. He had already committed to this table and he'd only appear rude if he decided to leave at that point. So, Sylas faked a smile and took up Liv's abandoned seat. He proceeded to eat some of his food before finally speaking up. "Oh, I'm peachy."

He grinned, the type of smile and sarcasm someone used when they were hiding something without a doubt. "You've come to camp at an interesting time," he added as he pointed at her with his spoon. "I'd say choose your friends wisely. And it's usually a safe bet to avoid familiarity with Ares kids... I'd hate to see that pretty face of yours at their mercy."

Sylas finished the last little bit of his food and moved to his feet. "Thanks for the company Nelly. You've been a delight. I do hope I'll see you at the party." He grabbed his dishes and flashed his present company a wink before he walked away. He made quick work of putting what remained from his breakfast in a bin or whatever was required. Sylas even risked a glance toward Evelyn with a sly smirk before he disappeared out the exit.

He caught a glimpse of Mason in the company of Trinity outside the hall. Sylas hadn't the faintest idea that they were friends, but they seemed as such at that moment. Some of the friendships at this camp were peculiar to say the least. He also saw blur of blonde hair in the distance which he could only assume was Eve, but he had no intention of approaching her. Part of him wished to know about the conversation taking place between Ajax and Andy, but they were well hidden away from everyone else. There was no chance of him getting anything done when they were so secluded. With a sigh, he decided to head back to his cabin and reserve his energy for the party later that day.

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He couldn't handle the state the cabin was in any longer. So, for the remaining part of the day Sylas cleaned up the mess the lumbering oaf made of the door and the living area. At one point he considered going into Sloane's room to see if anything needed to be picked up in there... and that's when he noticed it. Her room was picked bare. There was nothing left behind save for a few objects that he had given her at one point or another.

Whatever composure he might have left, vanished. And in the blink of an eye he was unhinged. At some point he blacked out... Sylas was unsure how much time passed. Eventually he came to, sitting in the middle of a destroyed bedroom that used to be Sloane's. For years, their relationship had been what it was. She feared him, resented him... but listened. Obeyed. Then this fucking Liam, big fucking idiot, waddles his way into camp and everything flipped on its head.

Sylas took a deep breath before he got up and exited his room. And rather than deal with his demons or the destruction of what he had come accustomed to as his life, he locked the door to Sloane's room and erased it from his mind. With a sigh, he got himself into the shower, relying on the hot water to help wash away whatever feelings he was having. It didn't take him long to finish getting ready and make his way to the beach. He contemplated diverting to Evelyn's cabin, or maybe even someone else's. But he didn't care about arriving with a date or not, he had enough fun plans to keep the entertainment thriving.

He was one of the first people there, not that he minded. Sylas was always the punctual type. He made his way over to the refreshments and grabbed himself a beer. For what he had in mind, he needed a bottle. So, bottoms up. He was about halfway into his drink when a particular redhead arrived at the party. Sylas couldn't help but smirk as he made his way over to her, tipping his bottle in her direction. "Looking lovely as ever." He leaned down and gave her a flirty kiss upon her cheek. After all, why not.

"I have a favor to ask of you, my dear," he said as he pointed his index finger at her. Sylas raised his beer to his lips and downed the remaining contents. He then held out the newly emptied bottle toward her. "Would you be able to charm this?" He asked as he wiggled the fingers of his free hand near the object. "I was thinking a game would be far more interesting if it landed on the person you really wanted it to... Unless, that's tiptoeing too close to the dark side for you." Sylas raised a brow in a silent challenge.

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“I work very much as a two way streak,” she assured her company.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you. You too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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Image "So?" He spun around playfully, causing Alex to smile as she watched him. "It's weird, having two arms again." He laughed. "I just managed to figure out tying my shoes one-handed... kind of."

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

He moved over to the door, nodding toward the exit. "Are you ready to go?" he asked, and opened the door for her, giving Alex a smile before motioning in the general direction of the party. Her stomach was doing cartwheels. She smiled and softly tucked a few strands of her hair behind her left ear. "I'm ready" she told him with a smile still plastered on her little face. She couldn't wait to get there. Finally, she could be herself again. She hooked her arm around Wes's, grinning as she clung to his arm excitedly as they made their way toward the beach. The path which leads down to it was lit up beautifully with lanterns. It was magical. The staff had done a good job, and no doubt one or both of the Hecate kids would kick it up a few notches if they needed to.

With her hold still on her friend, Alex stood marveling at the sight with a sigh of happiness. "Let's make this a night to remember" she grinned, sinking into his side as if going to tickle him before she leads the way towards the refreshments.

She decided to go for the tropical-flavored drinks that sat in the ice to remain nice and chilled. The staff was on hand at the bbq, cooking up some burgers and hotdogs if anyone wanted any during the night. Even pizza got ordered. She glanced around for Pete, Duke, and her brother who sat by himself. She would have gone over to him, but she could tell that he wanted to be by himself for a bit since he took to distancing himself from everyone else. "If there's any dancing... you going to ask Trinity?" she asked Wes.




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He could tell that Andy didn't want any of this, but she wasn't to blame even if she believed herself to be a monster. He didn't think she was. Not even for a second could he label her as such since she was beautiful. "I do love you, Ajax," she whispered into his shoulder as she remained close to him. He closed his eyes as he slowly ran his fingertips up and down the center of her back. Hopefully what he was doing was right, or he'd have to come to terms with losing her for good.

"I know you do." he whispered back and sighed gently before he lay one more kiss on her forehead, but this time it lingered as if he was saying goodbye to her. "I'll see you at the party, maybe?" he gently parted from her, looking between her eyes as he cupped her face in silence. He brushed the pad of his thumb against the corner of her lips before he cropped his hand and headed passed her.

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With the shower now running, Ajax removed his clothes before he stepped in under the running water. He tilted back his head with his eyes shut as he tried to clear his thoughts of her. He poured shampoo into his hand and rubbed the stuff through his dark hair. He could almost feel her smooth dainty fingers running over his wet muscular frame, all the way down to his hips. He braced his hands against the shower wall and hung his head down with heavy breaths. You're an idiot. Fancy letting her go. What if she does choose Mason over you? you're not exactly a competition. All the girls seem to prefer the bad boys, and you're far from it. You're boring her no doubt. Ajax clenched his jaw and ran his hand angrily down his face to snap himself out of it, and to wipe away the soapy water that began to run down from his hair.

Image He didn't even feel like going to the party anymore. His entire room reminded him of her, and he felt terrible for what had happened, but it had to be done for her. He managed to throw on a casual outfit that hung up in his closet, and In minutes he was freshened up for the evening, and out of the door without another thought.

He never regretted that night they shared together, but he wished it was much more romantic for both of them. Somewhere much more special than just a drunken tumble in his bedroom, but it wasn't just sex to him. It was being close to her that he had wanted. A moment to have her all to himself.

He grabbed two beers once there with the others and began to chug one of them down in hopes that it would lighten his mood because right now, feeling like this wasn't the mood to be in at a damn party. Great timing Ajax. he thought to himself, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist as he looked around the beach.

He watched briefly as His sister stood to talk to Wes and laughing. It was good to see her being herself again after being almost damned to an eternity of wandering the underworld, trying to atone for something that hadn't happened without influence and manipulation. She could finally be happy again.

Ajax placed his other bottle on the sand beside his feet and got the fire going before taking a seat on one of the wooden logs laying by the warm flames. He sat there in silence for a moment or two, just enjoying the quiet serenity of the evening. It wouldn't be long before music flowed, along with some party games for them to all join in on. He glanced around the beach one more time, looking for Duke.

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Nelly was waiting for an answer from Andy when someone suddenly joined them.

“Look who decided to show. Hey Nelly, I'm Trinity,” the blonde said before shaking her hand.

It was a very strong grip and Nelly could easily imagine the girl breaking her hand easily. She was nervous suddenly, but kept on smiling.

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

Of course she knew they were here last year, but they didn't have to know that. She had no plans on letting the others know what she learned about them. It wasn't much of course, just enough to know who was who and right now she was trying to stay on Trinity's good side.

She soon saw the Valises and Aphrodite's son arrive. It did look like Alex and the one named Wesley were close friends after all. She would make sure to watch Mason's reaction to her, as well as Andy and Trinity. If what her father suspected was true, Andy wasn't out of the woods yet. Ajax though looked very down in the dumps though. She wondered what he and Andy talked about. Did they break up? Both weren't too happy for some reason. As curious as she was there were certain lines that even Nelly wouldn't cross.

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Heath and Iliana were waiting for Keith's response when Mason came up to Iliana.

"Also here. Thanks. Do you mind if I take Iliana off your hands?"

"Huh?" Heath asked before being given Iliana's tablet.

Iliana was just as surprised as Heath when Mason took her tablet away and guided her away from Keith and Heath. Just what was he after? Well she quickly got her answer.

"Do you want to dance? My friend over there, he's a witch, he can play something slow if you prefer?"

Iliana's eyes open wide with that. Why on earth did he want to dance with her? He so didn't seem like the dancing type. One could easily tell she was confused, they just wouldn't be able to discern what she was confused about. Iliana looked around Mason at her brother, who had seemed to recover and was merely watching with his neutral look but turned back to Keith. Iliana took that as a sign that he would trust whatever decision she would make.

She must have been taking too long to make up her mind for Mason said, "I mean if you don't dance with me, I'm probably going to have to ask that girl that will eat me alive."

Now who was he talking about? Iliana didn't care at this point for she had just seen Alex and Wesley arrive and wanting to keep Alex safe from Mason for now, she nodded slowly and let him dance with her. She would also keep tabs on others too. Iliana herself wasn't much of a dancer, but she knew the basics at least so there be no stepping on feet for her.

Heath watched his sister and Mason dance. Just what was Mason trying to do here? He didn't know if he should be perplexed or protective, but he would trust Iliana. He turned back to Keith.

"Sorry, not use to seeing my sister dance. I don't know if you know this, but Iliana and I aren't blood related. My father adopted her after her own biological father was killed. Anyway, back to that question?"

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Andy was about turn the handle and go back inside when she heard music just about blare behind her. Her face scrunched up slightly at the sheer volume of the party. She never remembered it being that loud. Who in the hell was in control of the volume? Maybe it was her subconscious telling her to just go inside or was it telling her to go to the party?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




7 minutes in heaven


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

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

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

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

Any questions, let me know :)

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

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

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

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

“Hi, I’ve heard so much about you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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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Eve was back away from Mason, when her right foot hit something uneven and twisted painfully. She would’ve collapsed on top of it if not for the intervention of a concerned citizen. Though after she was caught and standing upright on her sore ankle, she realised it wasn’t so much a concerned citizen as it was a jealous witch. Well demigod of witchcraft, but really, what was the difference? "Oh my gosh, I should have thrown that away. I'm so sorry. Wouldn't want you to break your neck." Andy said. Eve was almost impressed, maybe her and Andy could be friends, okay, that might be a bit much.

Eve forced a cheery smile onto her face, ignoring the pain springing from her ankle, even going so far as to laugh. “Wow, jealousy is such a hard shade to wear.” She leaned in to whisper, “I’m yet to meet anyone who can pull it off.”

Eve watched as Andy scoop up her bottle and left first, refusing to give the her the benefit of watching her limp on an injured ankle to the drink table. She’d clearly done some damage to it when she’d rolled it over the bottle and Eve wasn’t the soldier type, so carrying on through injury was not something she cared to do.She was surveying the drink options when Mason approached her, “Careful. I’m going to start getting, what was the word you used? attached?” Eve said with her attention on making herself a cocktail in an empty glass. Hopefully drinking would dull the pain his other girlfriend had caused.

Mason just smirked and moved in closer. “You have a very dark gift, Evangeline." With that compliment he had her full attention, well, the back rub help too, even if she assumed it was a faked display of sympathy. She ignored her drink and smiled up at him with a hand on his chest, playing the part of a soothed girlfriend. "Don't poke the bear too much, okay? I already called dibs on killing you when the time comes."

Eve withdrew from touch to return to her drink making with a genuine grin. She almost thought that sounded like care, unfortunately she knew better. “Aww, aren’t you a romantic? Was there a meeting? I do hope you had to fight for the honour of dibs.” Before Mason could take off, Eve grabbed her pack of cigarettes and slipped them into his jacket pocket. Though admittedly the pack was only half full and seriously crumpled from being shoved the pocket of her shorts. “I think I would have noticed a cigarette packet during our session in heaven.” She was observant, and every once in a blue moon she used that gift for good. You have to keep people on their toes after all.

Left to her drink making, she finished making herself a tequila sunrise, grabbed beer and wrapped some ice in a napkin. Then she headed to campfire, she saw Andy jump in the cupboard with Heath, and she would have found Mason to make a hair model joke, but he was bust with his second-favourite blonde. So she figured she could take Trinity’s boy and wandered, well, limped, over to Wes.

She held out the opened beer to him. “For you.” There was no flirty undertones to her words, they were hardly even friendly. She’d done a bit of research today and now knew that Wes was going to be harder to manipulate, with his Aphrodite abilities. So she going for an authentic approach, well, near authentic. If he didn’t take the drink she’d just put it in the sand at his feet.

Without asking, and with the help of his shoulder Eve lowered herself down onto the log next to him. Then with hiss of pain, Eve slipped off her right heeled boot pressing the bundle of ice against her sore ankle. She glanced up at Wes with a wicked grin and a wink, “Extreme sporting accident, don’t ask.”

She looked over the crowd, adopting a deliberately disinterested look as her gaze just so happened to fall upon Mason and Trinity. Without turning back to Wes, she asked in a neutral tone, “So how are things between you and Trinity?”

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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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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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Pete was ready to make a grand exit, and by 'grand' he meant slink off back to his cabin with a full bottle of beer. He'd didn't give a damn about the closet's disheveled comings and going and he'd already kissed or pissed off the two people who seemed to tolerate him. So his night seemed to be at an end, or at least he thought it was before an empty bottle was held out towards him. "I don't think we've met, but you look like you could use a smile."

Pete stared down at the bottle with a raised eyebrow, his lack of response carried on long enough to make the whole interaction turn awkward. Eventually, he put down his beer and grabbed the empty bottle off Wes, the show must go on he supposed. "Yeah, thanks mate." Of course, there was nothing thankful in the tone of his voice.

Pete headed to the center of the circle and looked at his fellow players. He figured Liv was still out at sea, so strike her out, besides he'd been a dick to her and he didn't have any desire to see her and deal with his crappy behavior. He was friendly enough with Sloane but had no wish to get in between her and the wall of muscle. Then there was Alex who he locked eyes with across the circle, he’d seen her flounce over to Duke after their kiss, probably rubbing it in his face. Pete had willingly allowed himself to be used as a tool for jealousy. Hell he’d gone to Duke to ensure his usefulness. It wasn’t his first time acting in such a role, but he was supposed to be acting better these days.

That alone should have been a deterrent against Alex, she was far too much of a wildcard and he got the feeling being around her was giving up any semblance of control. Yet as he didn’t look away from her as he spun the bottle, half hoping for another kiss and half dreading it. That was why he hardly noticed as it pointed toward a striking redhead, her legs dangling over Theo’s lap. Clearly the bottle knew exactly what he truly wanted, complication-free, preferably a redhead. With a sigh, he straightened up and raised an eyebrow at the girl. This didn’t work if she didn’t detangle herself from Theo.

It took Rae a second, well, more than a few seconds - to realize that the bottleneck was pointed right at her. She turned her head and canted it, her eyes traveled to the source and she gives off a curious, "Hmm." He had that loner appeal - a bit shaggy, rough around the edges, a certain no fucks given kind of look. That was her perfect closet mate because she, too, gives zero fucks. She just hopes that he, at the very least, took a shower.

Her gaze then fell back toward Theo, and she was all-too-happy to slide her long limbs from her conversational partner. She stood up, turned to face him, and mimicked her best sympathetic smile, "It looks like it's my go, and he doesn't seem like a guy that likes to be kept waiting," she juts her thumb behind her to gesture over at Pete, of whom waited for her to realize that it was her turn. "How does my make-up look?" She then inquired, as though he would have any clue about a woman's warpaint.

Rae pivoted to face her potential closet romp and made her way to the closet. She'd climb her way in, too, and it was probably going to be a helluva tight squeeze. While she had a relatively slim physique, she was more than blessed with volume in all the areas that really counted. Naturally, she waited for him to slip inside before she thought about assaulting him. But before that, "If you're taken, complicated, uninterested, or whatever else - please do let me know. Safeword in 'Bananas', in case you forgot. Otherwise, you don't seem like you want to listen to me talk, so..." her hands fell around the beltline of his pants to swiftly locate buttons and undo him.

Pete couldn't help a chuckle, he wanted complication-free, and she certainly seemed it. She also seemed determined to bulldoze through any shyness as she began undoing his pants. "Very direct, didn't you hear most guys prefer coyness?" His said, as his head dropped back against the closet wall. He was happy to let her take control if that's what she wanted.

"Oh, but I read that men need directness to avoid the so-called conundrum of 'woman-speak'. Whatever that is," she replied without missing a beat. "I'm afraid that neither my mother or my father blessed me with coyness. Think of it as a break from having to think too much."

Rae was no saint, and this is a nice private space with only seven minutes to spare. She never made the best impressions anyway, so there was really only one way to go. She stepped into him and made sure that he was pressed against the back wall as much as possible, quickly commanding the scene unless she was bannana'd. No pun or innuendo intended. There were tugs at his pants and other things, and soon enough she had sunk down to occupy her mouth with anything else but words.

All too soon their time was up leaving Pete with no time to return the very satisfying favor. Once everything was put away and their, well his, clothing was readjusted Pete looked her over. He'd been right about his claims to Liv earlier, not enough space or time, he'd also been proven right in his preference for redheads. Rae, herself, had stood up and used her thumb to remove any displaced lipstick. Not that she could really see it. She also helped him button up, even going so far as to make it almost look like she hadn't skipped almost all bases save for home.

Pete stepped forward, pushing himself up against her, feeling all her curves against him. He moved into her ear to whisper, "Guess I'll return the favor later." As he pulled back he gave her a quick kiss, their first kiss technically. She tilted her head at him and gave him a half-smile, her fingers wrapped around his biceps as he tugged her close. "I think later might be too long a wait. Wouldn't you agree?" Then he was released, and soon they were jumping out of the closet for someone else's use.

It was only out of the closet, as Pete looked her over in his usual quiet way, he realized, "Your name love?"

The pair didn't look as hot of a mess as others did. The only thing suggestive of anything was the little bit of lipstick that made its way to the corners of her mouth, yet there was nothing on neither Pete's face nor his neck to insinuate that she had been in any of those places at all. As she took care of her make-up to the best of her ability, "Rae."

The Artemis child couldn't be fussed to pick up the bottle while her lipstick was everywhere, so Pete grabbed the bottle, tossing towards the nearest person without a care, that new girl, Nelly. She smiled in the direction of her fellow redhead, "Best of luck to you, dear. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Pete sighed and shook his head, that hardly discounted anything.

Then she glanced at Theo and sighed, her tone a bit too dramatic to be genuine, "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." It was just expected that Pete was going to follow her because he does owe her, and to make her sit and wait was just awfully unfair.

She'd end up dragging him off, "Your place or mine? Staying the night is not required unless you're the cuddling type, then I won't say no." It didn't matter to her.

Pete raised an eyebrow at Rae as she expected him to trundle along behind her like an obedient puppy. Her forthrightness was a breath of fresh air alright, he just couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. If he cared more he might have put up a fight, but instead he just answered, "Yours." Then let her the lead the way, she was right about being a break from having to think.

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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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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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"Seems like things have become to quiet down a bit," commented Nelly.

Rae had finally introduced herself, not long after a guy had picked up Cherise for the closet. Nelly would get that guy's name another time. It did look like the two had a good time, seeing how Cherise looked when she reappeared. The girl then gave the bottle to Trinity and Nelly bursted out in laughter when she saw the blonde move Eve away from someone she'd yet to meet. She looked back at Cherise though, who was obviously getting tipsy for she feel asleep right by them. After Trinity and the attractive guy left the closet, the dude passed it onto someone Nelly saw kissing Alex. This time the bottle landed on Rae herself. Knowing that there was definite action happening there, Nelly was hoping to hear what she did from Rae after she got back. Those plans went awry though the guy she'd been with tossed the bottle to her though. Lucky Nelly had quick reflexes and caught the object.

Rae must have seen it for she replied, ""Best of luck to you, dear. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Thanks! This is my first time playing this game, so let's see what Fate has in store for me."

Nelly watched as Rae address Theo before leaving with Pete. Then Cherise woke up. Without saying a word to her or Iliana, the brunette left party too. Probably for the best since the girl was over the edge. Then Theo left to hang out with Ajax's group. Looking at them, Nelly was starting to think these were 'older' campers since they seemed to be all chummy. Seeing how she was about leave herself, Nelly hated to have Iliana by herself.

"Hey are you going to be okay Iliana? Why don't you go find someone to hang out with since it'll be my turn in the closest?"

Iliana had finally turned to Nelly. The entire time she had mostly been watching Sylas, Alex, and even Wesley and Eve. Nelly's words though brought her back to present and she realized it was just her and the redhead. She really needed to pay more attention to things in front of her. She looked in the direction her brother and Ethan and took a deep breath. Maybe it was time to call it a night? But she didn't want to leave just yet. And it wasn't because she wanted to play the game. At this point she didn't care if she participated or not. No, it was because she wanted to see it through to the end. Looking back at Nelly, she decided to answer her.

~I'll find someone. I'll go grab myself a drink first.~

With that she got up and started to head for the bar, that was until she saw Wesley by himself. Hoping it was okay to talk, she walked over. However, she wasn't quite able to look him in the eye as she showed him her pad. She still recalled his anger the other day.

~Good evening. Are you feeling better?~

Nelly watched as Iliana found someone to talk to. Smiling, she stood up herself and walked to where everyone else had spin the bottle.

"Whelp! Let's give this thing a whirl!" she announced before spinning the bottle.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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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.