The Only and Only Dance.

Momos was bored and remembered that he had a son to claim. He groaned. He obviously hated claiming his kids. They were already too hard to keep track of and this one was already eighteen. Momos did a facepalm and waved his hand. A hologram of his son appeared and he studied him and his surroundings carefully. They seemed to be at some sort of dance. Last time Momos checked Camp Half-Blood never had dances. This was a special event and he wanted it to be special for Septimus. He snapped his finger again and he appeared in front of Septimus with a pop!

He knocked over the girl nearby and snapped his fingers. The music immediatly cut off and a spotlight shone on him and his son. "Hello, child," Momos said. "If you didn't know already, I'm your father, Momos." He could tell everyone was staring at them.

"Now I can't leave without giving you a gift," Momos told Septimus. A small book that could fit in anyone's pocket appeared in his hand. "This is a book of all the best insults of all time! I must go now. Make me proud my son." He snapped his fingers. The music began to play again and the spotlight disappeared.

((Congradulations to Septimus! The new son of Momos!))

This was so frustrating for Clove. All she wanted was a little piece of happily ever after with Andrew and by now, that seemed to become a little bit of a problem. She nodded at Andrew. "I'll do my best to stop them. I am really starting to hate Aphrodite." She said, feeling very annoyed. She gave Andrew a little smile when he mentioned the punch again. "Don't worry, I know this is all on Septimus. He isn't safe as I have multiple reasons to want him dead by now. The least I can do is pummel him untill he can't leave camp. That should fix the little problem with the quest for a while." But having said that, Andrew's almost girlfriend came up, punching him in the face and kicking him in a rather private zone. Clove's face turned to horrid disbelief. The girl turned to her and placed a challenge of sorts upon her. "Oh really? Let's see how winning goes when your bodyparts are spread over various continents!" She shouted after the girl.

She really wanted to follow the girl, who was now talking to Septimus and Alex. Those three were in for hell if they thought they could get away with it and Aphrodite knew it. She had given Clove permission to leave camp again and this time she wouldn't do that to rejoin her friends. She had Andrew but if their quest would succeed... No, she just couldn't think about that possibility. Still, say it did, she'd just run away right there and then. If she didn't have Andrew she didn't have a love to keep her at camp, no matter what Septimus might think or feel. Oh well, for now she still had her Andrew, who was probably in a lot of pain. She wrapper her arms around him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Are you okay hunny? Want me to land all three of them in the infirmary for you?" She offered gently. She'd stay with him, although she really really wanted to go over to the little quest group and kick some butt.

For just a moment, Clove wondered how the voting was going. Right now, things were probably normal but she had seen a few people rush to the voting box after Aphrodite had popped out again. Should she fear winning something now? It still seemed unlikely but with this drama, people might change their usual votes to bring some more drama and distress. She hated that. Clove wanted to take Andrew to the infirmary, impossible and find the quest members and beat every single one of them to a pulp so they would be unable to go. Well, she might spare Alex, he hadn't officially been selected so he couldn't do anything on his own, although it would be safer to include him in the beating.

At that point, another God popped in. Well, they must be having a splended evening, watching the drama unfold. He popped in to claim Septimus, however and from the corner of her eye, Clove saw people running to put in their votes, just great. When Momos had given Septimus a small book with the best insults of all time, go figure, he popped right out again, leaving one newly claimed son behind for the sharks to take a bite from. Those sharks were the Aphrodite girl, who were now gossiping like crazy around the vote box, pushing people around to get their own votes in. Well brilliant. Clove looked at Septimus with an honest and friendly smile on her face. She mounted 'congratulations' at him. Despite the fact that she hated the quest he was supposed to go on, she was happy for him. It was a special thing to get claimed and he deserved it.

Wait. Wait, wait, WAIT!!! Alex was talking to him? Since when?! He had been kind of mad at him for telling Clove that Alex had her favorite knife... and, well... just that Clove could be aggressive... and would break Alex's face for the knife. Heck, she'd break anyone's face for that knife! Sep didn't really know the backstory behind it, but whatever. Alex was talking to him? Alex was talking to him. He wanted to go on the quest. A few moments before, he had wanted to kill Sep, and now he wanted to join him and some random kid on a quest of who-knows-what? Well, he couldn't exactly hurt anything, and Septimus was kind of glad he was talking to him, so... OW!!! Then came the punch to the stomach. Great. Now Sep was going on a quest, was standing next to a guy who had wanted to kill him, was going to drink spiked punch (well, not now, because he dropped the cup, which shattered on impact), and was totally lost on the quest? Perfect. Yeah, this was just the best day of Sep's life. What else could go wrong?

Jinx. As soon as Sep though it, it happened. The first part wasn't bad, it was actually quite funny, and Sep just saw it, because he was keeled over, clutching his stomach. Man, that punch hurt! Just as the punch to the face and the kick to the balls must have hurt the nameles guy. Septimus knew how much that hurt, but her kick looked like it hurt. You know, more than usual. She was going in for the kill on that one, but Sep was sure Clove would have to real kill. Sure, the girl (who Sep now realized was the girl from the hill) had been able to kick the guy in the balls, but Clove... was Clove. What she shouted after the girl was living proof of that. She had shouted it, so Septimus could hear it loud and clear. No doubt Clove would carry through with the threat, if she so desired. For the moment though, Sep stood up. "Sure man. Just tell me why you have this sudden burst of forgiveness?"

He watched as the girl who enjoyed kicking people in the nuts walked up to her. He was a bit worried, you know, considering she had just kicked the last guy she saw in the balls, and was ready to protect himself, if needed. Instead she just introduced herself. Daughter of Nike, eh? 'The one girl he had to go on the quest with.' Well, she had guts, Septimus could give her that much. Well, if she was going to be his quest partner, he hoped she'd heard the prophecy, and understood more than he did. Alex, too. That equaled three, and no more. Well, at least the one guy he had picked he knew, and the other was brave enough to kick Clove's boyfriend in the balls. "Septimus Brown, unclaimed. This is Alex, son of Aphrodite. He's also going on the quest. Why, may I ask, did you just kick that guy in the nuts?"

It seems Septimus spoke too soon. The music stopped, and there was a spotlight on him. Oh, shit. Hell, no! No, this was not happening now, of all times, after he had gotten a quest, and had just been put a spotlight on? Fuck! Okay, let's review. Put the scene on pause, and just stop. Okies, Sep had been given a quest, just found out the friend who wanted to kill him was talking to him, and wanted to go on aforementioned quest, he had spiked punch, Clove had drank said punch, Clove's boyfriend had been kicked in the balls, and Clove had made a thread to kill the girl who had kicked him, that girl was going on the quest, and now he was getting claimed? Joy, even more standing out tonight!

Okay, let's put it back on play. Sep tried to shrink out of the light, tried to make himself cave in on himself. Nooo. All this shit could not all happen on one night! It was statistically unlikely! Well, so Sep thought. Everyone was staring at him and the guy in front of him, his dad. Momos... Sep tried to remember what Momos was god of, but he hadn't really paid attention in class here at camp, nor was taught about Greek gods on the street. Momos was... the god of... gah, wasn't it like bullying or something? Sep would have to look it up later. Still, he received a book, which had a bunch of... insults. Okay, was Momos the god of insults? Sep guessed that worked out. It could come in handy sometime, but Sep really just wanted his dad to leave. He flipped through the book for a moment, and shrugged. "Um... thanks?" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bunch of girls putting votes into the box. Fuck. No. No, no, no, no NO!!!! Septimus could not win king, he would simply die! If only he could leave before they were announced. Fuck Aphrodite.

He also saw Clove mouthing "Congratulations," to him. What was she doing congratulating him? She just said she wanted him to fail at his quest, and now she was happy for him, saying congrats? No. Septimus just wanted to leave, but fucking Aphrodite had stopped that from happening, hadn't she? As soon as king and queen were announced, Sep was out of there. For now, though, he just raised an eyebrow, and shook his head. Tonight could not possibly get any worse. He looked away at clove, and got the biggest cup that was on the table, filling it with punch. This would be a very long night. He downed it, and started for another...

As Alex looked at Sep. He saw that the Nike Daughter had punched Andrew in the face. Alex let out a laugh. Then She kicked him in the nuts. Alex let out a face that said 'Dayum!' Alex walked over to Andrew and said something he had always wanted to say. "YOU JUST GOT KNOCKED THE FUGG OUT!" And walked off laughing. Going back to Sep and the Nike daughter. "Sure man. Just tell me why you have this sudden burst of forgiveness?" Alex looked at Sep. Alex didn't just forgive Sep for the quest. It was a friendship thing. Alex looked at Sep and said "Someone needs to have your back right? You know.. A kid who has lived all around the world and has some cool skills. Whose name is Alex Jones."

"Septimus Brown, unclaimed. This is Alex, son of Aphrodite. He's also going on the quest. Why, may I ask, did you just kick that guy in the nuts?" Sep had said. Alex looked at Sep. Alex could introduce himself. "Not that there was anything wrong with kicking Andrew in the nuts.. Twas epic!" Alex said to Arabella. She was stunning. But when thinking about love.. Surpsingly he didn't think about Penelope Cruz or Megan Fox or even Amy Lawrence. He thought about Sophie. Alex shrugged of the thought and looked at Arabella. Then out of the blue.. Literally. Came Momos. Momos had claimed Sep. Alex tapped the older but shorter boy on the shoulder.

"I'll do my best to stop them. I am really starting to hate Aphrodite. Don't worry, I know this is all on Septimus. He isn't safe as I have multiple reasons to want him dead by now. The least I can do is pummel him untill he can't leave camp. That should fix the little problem with the quest for a while." Clove said to him, and he nodded in agreement.

While Andrew was dancing with Clove Arabella came out of nowhere and punched him in the face then kicked him in the crotch. Pain rose up, intense pain and he fell to the ground yelling, "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!" He layed there, clutching his privates in the fetal position.

He couldn't move, the pain was so intense, he had a strange stomach ache and wanted to puke. Andrew could vaguely hear Clove standing up for him, shouting insults at Arabella. While he was on the ground, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek, he attempted to smile but it quickly turned back to pain. She asked if he wanted them dead, he just grunted a response, this was one of the worst shots to the balls he had ever had.

Andrew could vaguely hear a god pop in and claim Septimus, he had to congratulate him on that, but he still wanted Septimus dead. The Aphrodite DJ came up to him and yelled in his face and Andrew reached out with his arm as Alex walked off, causing him to stumble and fall, "AND HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT!?" Andrew yelled at him as he fell to the ground. He would have kicked him in the balls too if he wasn't still experiencing the pain himself. "Go on Clove, you can hit em' all in the places that hurt the most." Andrew said to her. Seriously, why had Arabella done that? I mean, yeah, I would be mad if someone left me, but going around kicking people in the balls? It hurt like hell, she needed to show some respect, it was called free-will or freedom, what the United States promoted.

Alex had been talking to Sep and Arabella. When Alex heard "WHAT THE F*** WAS THAT FOR!" Alex turned to see. Seeing the Andrew kid walking towards him. For the his sake.. Alex hoped Andrew wouldn't do anything. But Andrew had to go and make Alex angry. Andrew had thrown Alex down when he was off guard and had gone and pissed Alex the f***. Alex lifted his arms jumping off the ground and looking at Andrew like he was going to kill him. Alex knew he couldn't have brought a weapon. So he'd just make Andrew hurt. "You really shouldn't have done that kid." Alex said.

Alex popped his knuckles and looked at the Ares kids who he had taken down the other day when he had met Poppy. Alex could see in their eyes that he knew what they where going to do. Alex tensed his kneck and looked at the kid. He was going to give him a pain of his life. Alex looked at the boy laying on the ground. He didn't want t kick the kid too had in the face and stomped down on Andrews stomach.

Things were getting out of hand and Clove realised the time for being nice was over. Her hand went to her necklace, pulling the unusually cruel axe out. The lochaber, the combination axe between griphook, spear and axe. With the butt of the axe, she gave Alex a really hard shove against the chest. It was possible he'd have some bruised or broken ribs but Clove didn't care. She looked at Alex furiously. "No kicking people when they are down. No more fighting or I'll lock you in that DJ booth and start playing classical music on you!" She said. She turned to Arabelle next. "As for you, I don't care how much your puny little heart hurts, one more kick or swing from you will end you in the infirmary." She glared around at all the other people present. "The next person who so much as lifts a finger against another camper will have me and my axe to answer to, UNDERSTOOD?!" She barked like an army general. "And that includes you, Sunglasses." She said to Septimus. She made a big circle, swinging the long-handled axe.

"Now everybody get your asses back to a proper party!" She shouted and watched as most people listened, although the gossip was big in some parts of the room. Clove kept her axe ready, just in case she needed to use it. She stood ready for a fight and saw her siblings ready to do just the same in various places around the room. This thing was hectic enough without it turning into a tavern brawling festival. Clove took a deep breath and kept her eyes wide open. She wasn't going to get distracted again and she'd be glad when this was over.

((Ok, so a nice little note. The next person who fights will get beaten to a pulp by Clove and her siblings so I sugggest you stop the fighting. You've had your fun and now it's over. Remember, Clove is the only one with a weapon and thus, you are very much outnumbered and overpowered. If you're claiming winning from an armed Ares cabin leader without any weapons, you are clearly making yourself overpowered, let's make that clear. From this point I shall, if needed, godmod people to be beaten up by Clove and/or siblings if they fight, be warned for I will not let this turn into a riot. I have the axe here, you don't!!!

End of note))

"Septimus Brown, unclaimed. This is Alex, son of Aphrodite. He's also going on the quest. Why, may I ask, did you just kick that guy in the nuts?" Setimus asked.

"Not that there was anything wrong with kicking Andrew in the nuts.. Twas epic!" said the boy who must have been Alex.

"Thank you," she said turning the Alex, "It was much fun" Then she turned to Septimus, "It's kind of a long story but if you insist," Arabella said rolling her eyes. "Andrew was almost, almost my boyfriend until he started dating Clove. I was pissed at him so I hurt him."

Then the music stopped. A spotlight shone on Setimus. A man appeared next to him knocking Arabella down. If he wasn't a god she would have told him the way she told Andrew. So apparently the man was his father. He handed Septimus a book of insults and disappeared. Arabella eyed the book. That book could come in handy later.

"Congradulations and can I borrow that book?" Arabella asked.

Clove just had to ruin the fun by yelling at all of them not to fight. "As for you, I don't care how much your puny little heart hurts, one more kick or swing from you will end you in the infirmary." Arabella would have screamed 'SCREW YOU!' at Clove if she hadn't threatened to hurt her. Instead, she glared t Clove. You know what, Arabella didn't like Andrew anymore, she hated him. She was still willing to go on the quest.

She turned back to Septimus and Alex. "So…how is this quest goin to work? Where do we start? Who's the leader? When are we goin to leave?"

Angry Clove was angry. Sep actually found it hilarious that she was yelling at people for fighting, when her dad was the master of fighting! Ha, how ironic was that?! Still... Sep could tell she was serious. She'd brought out an axe... which looked very deadly, with all the other stuff attached to it. Not to mention, Septimus had done none of the fighting! Why was he getting yelled at for it?! This made absolutely no sense at all, though not much was making sense... the room was turning. Was it supposed to do that? Not caring, Sep leaned against the table. "I'm not fighting! Yet, at least," he called out to Clove, who was now swinging the axe in front of him. Probably not the best thing to say in this situation. Nevertheless, he turned back to Alex and Ara.

Ara's story was... interesting. Yep, she was definitely the person for the quest. If not only because of the last lines, Sep wanted her around, just to see what she would do if any random stranger crossed her. He could imagine... Her kicking random people, anywhere and everywhere... but then her question interrupted the thought. "Um... that depends. I might want to take a look at it first."

As Clove started yelling at Ara, Septimus strangely defensive of her. "Hurt her, and I hurt you. Maybe not physically, but you better watch the knives. Remember last time?" Sep gave a tiny, but evil grin at her, knowing she would remember when he'd stolen her favorite knife... and had made her cry.He turned back to Arabella, who was now asking a bunch of questions.

"Well, we start by trying to decipher the prophecy, considering I was given the quest, I believe I'm leader. We're going to lave... soon. Trust me, if this is what I think it is... Clove and Andrew need our help." Septimus now thought of what the prophecy could mean... Aphrodite had caused the curse on them, and then, Sep, Alex, and Ara had to go go destroy the love. Somehow or another. Then, Aphrodite had lifted a curse off of Clove saying she could leave camp.... Basically, she'd set three demigods out on a quest, and Andrew and Clove to do the exact opposite of what the three were doing. Perfect.

((This is also a small recap for Poppy))

Sophie had moved to an empty table to drink her water, because a lot was happening everywhere else. On the dance floor, Clove and the guy were dancing, when a girl came up, kicked the guy, screeched at Clove, and left. The guy collapsed to the floor, and Clove yelled back at the girl. Sophie thought she heard the phrase ‘I always win’, which just confirmed her suspicions that this was a daughter of Nike, which tied in to the prophecy. Either that or she had a big ego.

Shortly after that, Momos, the god who basically took care of insults, appeared. Sophie knew who he was; having read basically every myth on earth that had to do with Greek mythology. He appeared, and claimed Septimus, the weird punch guy. After giving him a book of insults (Sophie wasn’t surprised), he disappeared, leaving a very confused bunch of demigods. Two gods in one night? That had to be a record.

Near the drinks table, Sophie could see Alex and Septimus talking. The girl who had kicked Clove’s boyfriend (as Sophie established) came up to them. Looking quite defensive, the two guys began to talk to her, most likely about the quest, and possibly Clove. But Sophie didn’t spend much time on that. If she couldn’t know for certain what they were talking about, there was no reason for guessing.

Clove had gone up on stage, and announced that there was to be no more fighting. After threatening everyone with an axe, she left, and Sophie looked away.

While Sophie had been analyzing the room, she’d run out of water. So she headed back to the drinks table, careful not to go near Septimus, Alex, and the other girl. Sophie could guess that this was the questing party, and she didn’t want to interrupt their plans. She knew how annoying that was. So, skirting the group, she headed towards the water pitcher, trying not to eavesdrop. Regardless, she heard a few words, about the quest. She heard that Septimus was going to be leader. Well, that made sense. He was the one who had gotten the prophecy.

Sophie refilled her water, but didn’t leave. There was one thing she wanted to test first. She poured a glass of punch, and scrutinized it. She sniffed it, and took a quick sip. She regretted that. It was most definitely spiked, with alcohol. At least Sophie hadn’t downed the glass. One sip would hardly be enough to make her drunk, even if the whole drink was pure alcohol. She put the cup down carefully, picked up her water, and took a big gulp, to get the taste out of her mouth. She looked around, to see what else she could learn from this very eventful dance.

Sophie could see she wasn’t the only one hanging around the drinks table. The younger girl Sophie had noticed earlier was there, also awkwardly standing around. After looking closer, Sophie determined the girl was roughly 12 or 13, by the looks of it. Sophie had spent a lot of time with kids, so she could pin ages to appearances pretty accurately. The girl had a purple dress, and black gloves. She wasn’t Sophie’s first choice on someone to talk to, but at this point, Sophie didn’t want to be picky. Besides, how bad could a little girl be?

Sophie made her way over to the girl, and tried to figure out how to start. As you could already tell, Sophie wasn’t a people person. “Hello,” she started off, trying not to wince. She tried not to sigh as well. “What do you think of the party? I mean, two gods in one night, with a prophecy to boot. I’d say it’s weird, even in demigod standards,” Sophie said with a chuckle. She realized she hadn’t introduced herself. “Sophie Rainde, daughter of Athena, and unfortunate nominee for queen,” she said, extending her hand for the girl to shake. She smiled at her. She could at least try and act friendly. Sophie waited, hoping the girl wasn’t a loner like Sophie. That’d just make things awkward.

Poppy almost punched Clove when she made a comment about her dress, even if it was a nice one. Although, she still had to admit it was pretty nice of her to call her Velvet instead of Poppy, she obviously still remembered how sensitive she could be with names. Poppy seemed to shrink as a few more people came and said hell to Clove, she was much more popular then she came off as at first glance. After just standing there for a while she watched Clove walk up onto the stage and she soon realized she was announcing the nominees for king and queen. Of course, she knew the titles were just a superficial way to give the most popular couple at the dance, or in the school most times, just so they could have closure that they were they were better then everyone, even though they weren't.

Poppy suddenly shot her head up and her mouth dropped. Did she just hear her own name being clled for a nomination for queen? Who in their right mind would nominate her? She didn't know that many people at camp yet, only Alex and Clove so who else would've nominated her? She figured one of them was just trying to pull a prank on her or something. She knew she'd never win, if she did someone would loose a foot.Her hand slowly slid up to her black necklace. No one here knew that with one quick movement, she could rip off the necklace and have a knife in her hand. A deadly sharp one at that. Catching someone by surprise wouldn't be hard either, but hopefully she wouldn't do that. At least not tonight. She was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts as she heard a big comotion.

There was a group of three, very angry looking kids, standing by the punch table, and then on the dance floor Clove was standing on the stange making an announcment about no fighting and a boy was on the floor, looking like he was in pain. A lot of pain. Poppy looked around blanking, wondering what exactly had happened while she was zoned out, and noticed a girl with blonde hair near her. Poppy had never seen her before at camp but figured she must be a camper and the girl was suddenly standing in front of her. She asked about what she thought about the dance and something about two gods and a prophecy. Poppy had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. Two gods had come and delivered a prophecy? Which gods and to whom?

The girl suddenly introduced herself as Sohpie Rainde and Poppy recongnized her name from the list of nominees. She looked like she could be queen material but a daughter of Athena as queen? It could happen but it was most likely an Aphrodite kid would win. The girl held out her hand and Poppy hesitated. Maybe she could let her walls down tonight and try to be nice. She gingerly took the girls hand and looked into her eyes, "Hi," she whispered.

((Sorry for kind of disapearing for a while. If I got anything wrong I'm sorry, but I really needed to post even though it's horrible!))

((SORRY SORRY SORRY! I had my Bat Mitzvah this weekend. It's a big religious thing with family and friends so I had no time to get on. But now that's over.. I'm good again:p))

Kendall frowned, she was basically sprinting to get to the dance. She had just come from the Hermes Cabin. Personally, Kendall thought she looked terrible. There was no way she could have gotten a dress, so she was wearing a new pair of red skinny jeans, black suspenders, and a white, tight- fitting shirt. It was sort of her signature, nerdy look. At least Kendall loved the way her hair was curled. It was pinned back, but hanging down is soft curls that complimented her natural ones.

Kendall walked in, a bit self- conscious seeing how she was late. Very late, in fact. Kendall took baby steps in, and half smiled. She spotted Thomas but wasn't sure to go up to him or not. Sure, she had kissed him, but still. Kendall wasn't desperate for a boy's attention. She glanced around the room looking for anyone who wanted to talk.

Kendall walked onto the dancefloor, and just randomly starting dancing like a physco path.

((Teehhee, we're all just very glad you could make it . Welcome to the dance and be sure to have fun between the drama xD ))

Clove returned the glare Nike-girl gave her with an indifferent look. Seriously, she might always win but that was games, she herself was the daughter of Ares, which means she'd kick her butt any day of the week. Yet Clove didn't really care. When Septimus made a thread toward her knives Clove almost panicked and threw a knife in his throat, just to make sure it wasn't possible. When she looked at him, her eyes were wild as a deer in the headlights. She calmed herself down and turned around and walked away, ignoring him completely. She did drink two glasses of punch, gathering courage to announce King and Queen. The world was already spinning and she was almost starting to feel rather giddy. It wouldn't hurt to take a glass up stage with herself, just in case she needed it.

She went to one of her siblings and picked up the envelopes her sibling held out for her. She walked to stage and grabbed the microphone, knowing she'd avoid them for the coming months if she made it out alive today. "Ladies and gentleman, will the nominees please gather up on stage." She said and a dead silence fell. The nominees walked up on stage or were forcibily pushed on by her various siblings. Clove kept herself from smiling at that. She wasn't the only one who didn't feel like winning. "Yes, it is time to announce the King and Queen of the summer dance. We will start off with the runners up and finish with King and Queen." She said and grabbed the envelope titled 'Queen' and opened it to read the results. "The runners up are Sophie Rainde and Poppy Johnson. Congratulations." She said, handing them the card so that they might see it. It had been a tie between the both of them. She knew Poppy, whom she knew as Velvet, wouldn't believe her without seeing it. She could understand that.

She opened the envelope with 'King' and looked at the names, trying to hold a smile back. "The runner up is Andrew Kicklighter, closely followed by Thomas Kirtley and Alexander Jones. Congratulations guys." She said with a broad smile, handing them the dard. She took the other envelope again and pulled the card for Queen out. "And the Queen is.." She said, looking down on the ticket. "Hell." She said, not really paying attention to herself or her words. "It seems the world is going to end. I was voted Queen. For those crazy enough to believe I would actually lie to win, here's your results." She said, throwing the card into the crowd at random. The buzzing of voices was obvious and she motioned Sophie over and whispered to her. "Since you're runner up, you should do the coronation thing. I can hardly go around putting the crown on my own head. I can't believe this is happening." She said, feeling very much like a caged animal. "Unless you'd like to knock me out and take the position for yourself?" She said hopefully, although she doubted Sophie would accept. She drained the glass she had with her, feeling the spiked punch rising to her head, she was drunk.

"Now, for my lovely King." She said royally. "His name is...." She pulled the card out and got a laughing fit. "I bet you all think this is hillarious!" She said, trying without much succes to drink some more from her empty cup. "The King is Septimus Brown, also known as Sunglasses and Quest boy. I don't suppose we can skip the dance and just go home now?" She said irritated yet she could already tell that wasn't going to happen. She turned to Septimus, noticing she wasn't steady on her feet. Well, not that it mattered much, she was probably going to trip and fall if she could hurt the King with it. She had no mercy for the soldiers and even less of it for the king. She walked up to Septimus while people made sure that neither of them fled and they had enough space to start the dancing. Clove could feel the eyes on her as she went to stand in front of him, her arms crossed and a challenging expression on her face...

((Congrats me and Sept.. I suggest she gets first post and after that it's wide open again))

((Can we please stop posting only OOC?))

There was no way Sep was going to get on that stage willingly. No, as Clove announced that the nominees were to get on stage, he stayed right where he was. That is, until some random Ares kid came up to him, and dragged him up there. Rather forcefully, might he add. Gods, did they like dragging people up to a stage, against their will, for said person to maybe be crowned king, a title had wanted nothing to do with? Apparently, they loved it. Of course, they were Ares children, who loved really anything physical, and painful to others. Except Clove. Clove was different... in a way that Sep couldn't explain. She was... more into knives than physical strength. Yeah, that was it, wasn't it?

Not that it mattered. Did it matter? Why would it matter? Why wouldn't it matter? What? Why all the questions? Sep wasn't really sure. Maybe it was the punch? Who knew? Who really cared?! Well, Sep should be mildly concerned, maybe, but... what were we talking about again? Oh, never mind. The fact still stood that Ares kids were dragging him up the way to the stage. He tried to fight, but what was he, against a couple Ares kids? He was like a small child, not even half as strong as these guys. Gods, he would have some bruises the next morning. Or in ten minutes, he wasn't really sure. He was now standing on the stage, with all the other nominees, waiting for the names to be called, looking out at the crowd. There were more or less... 100 people there, maybe? Still, it was a big crowd to Sep. He'd usually been by himself, or with Alex... no, no, no. Not time to think about that right now...

No, he couldn't think of that right now. He just couldn't. He was drunk, and there was no way to tell what he would do... "I was voted Queen." Aha, so Clove won. She deserved it, for all her hard work. She may not want it, but... oh, Sep could taunt her for a while with this information... that is, he could have. If he wasn't made the King. Know how he was thinking the night couldn't get any worse earlier? Well, he lied. It could. Sure, he might have been able to handle King, but with Clove as Queen? It's not that he didn't like the idea, he would just get pummeled the next day for being voted King. Well, it wasn't really his fault, but he was sure Clove would blame him for it all the same. That is, if she remembered.

There was no way in Hell that Septimus was going to wear that crown. How were they going to coronate, anyway, if Clove was Queen? Sep had seen her bend over to loner girl... who was taller than him. That took that way of not being crowned out of the picture... maybe he could just run? No, people were making sure they couldn't. Well... why were they all making room? What did they expect Clove and Sep to do? Clove had said to skip the dance... Sep had thought she just mean the end of the dance. Apparently... were Clove and Sep supposed to dance together? She was standing in front of him, arms crossed, daring him to do something. Well, at least he was taller than her. Still, he hadn't danced yet tonight, and frankly, he didn't want to.

Instead of dancing, he just closed his eyes, though no one could see, and muttered under his breath, "Shit." Sep wished he hadn't come to the dance, wished he could just be sleeping at the Hermes cabin right now, unclaimed, with no quest, and not supposed to be dancing with Clove. Well, now the rest of the Ares kids were cracking their knuckles, so he kind of had to dance with her. He sighed, then said so only she could hear, "Unless you have a plan to get us out of this, looks like we have to dance." Did they just dance there, on the stage? Septimus guessed so, and put his hands on her hips. Not really certain how, he started to dance...

The girl seemed very subdued, and hesitated at Sophie’s hand. After a while, the girl gingerly shook Sophie’s hand, and whispered hi. Sophie smiled, but before she could say anything, was told to get on stage with all the other nominees.

Sophie hestitated, and didn’t move at first. But when she saw some Ares kids on their way, she quickly started walking, so she wouldn’t be shoved on stage. She stood, and waited for something to happen. Clove was also on stage, and had envelopes with her. She opened up the results, and read out that Sophie and another girl were both runner-ups. Sophie was stunned, who voted for her? Thankfully, she wasn’t queen, that would be embarrising. The girl Sophie had been talking to was also there, and had been called Poppy. Well, at least Sophie knew her name. She smiled at Poppy. “Nice job,” she said.

Clove was reading out the king runner-ups, but Sophie didn’t care about that as much. She listened without interest, then came back to attention when Clove announced the Queen. It was Clove. Sophie bit her lip to keep from laughing. That was hilarious. Sophie herself had voted for Clove, but she hadn’t been serious. Apparently, other people had had the same thoughts as her.

Clove motioned Sophie over, and Sophie came, to see what was wrong. "Since you're runner up, you should do the coronation thing. I can hardly go around putting the crown on my own head. I can't believe this is happening,” Clove told her. Sophie nodded. Of course she’d do it, although she really had no idea what to do. Clove continued talking. “Unless you’d like to knock me out and take the position for yourself?” Clove asked her, sounding hopeful. Sophie shook her head, grinning. “It’s all yours,” she whispered back. She really didn’t want to be queen.

Clove had been drinking the punch, and now she looked really drunk. Sophie placed the crown on her head, but she doubted that Clove even noticed. Sophie quickly stepped back, and picked up the crown for the king. Clove announced the winner, who was Septimus. Sophie grinned again. This night was getting better and better.

Sophie walked over to him quickly, before Clove, and put the crown on his head. She was taller than him, which meant he couldn’t really run away. After placing the crown on his head, Sophie backed up quickly, so that Clove and Septimus could have their dance as King and Queen. She watched as Clove marched over, challenging Septimus to do something. They started to dance, and Sophie had to bite her lip to keep from bursting out. This whole thing was hilarious, considering they were both Sophie’s votes, which she had entered as a joke.

Since it was a slow dance on, and Sophie had no desire to dance with anybody, she headed back to finish her conversation with Poppy. The girl was too young to slow dance, anyway. Sophie walked over to where Poppy was standing. “If you ask me, this is the best part of the night so far,” Sophie whispered to her, in case Clove was nearby. She crossed her arms, and continued watching the weirdest couple on earth dance.

Kendall slowly walked onto the stage, embarrassed that she was even nominated. She was wearing jeans, t- shirt, and suspenders! Not even a dress. She really didn't want to be Queen, it wasn't Kendall's thing anyway. She preferred to be the weirdo making people laugh, then being announced royalty of any kind. Kendall didn't think it would be fun, anyway.

Kendall sighed in relief when Clove was chosen. She didn't even vote, and hopefully no one voted for her because she wasn't Queen material. Kendall basically sprinted off the stage, and headed back towards the punch. She saw Clove acting a bit drunk, and decided not to touch the spiked punch. She wondered where Thomas was, he was the only one she really knew.

It was there, in that moment, that Poppy decided there was absolutely no way she was going to go on stage. She had never had to do anything in front of such a big crowd, but suddenly an Ares kid gripped her arm and practicly tossed her up there. She stumbled up the steps and onto the stage next to Sophie, the girl she had been talking to. Poppy figured no one would vote for her anyway so she wasn't even concerned about being acknowledged at all, so when Clove started to read the runner-ups, Poppy most definatly wasn't expecting her name to be called, and to be told that she tied with Sohpie. She only had two people at camp that knew her name, and Sohpie probably had tons of friends. She was a daughter of Athena afterall, she had to know how to make friends and most likely had a lot of them. Sophie leaned over and whispered good job, Poppy just looked at her and then back at Clove.

At any rate, Poppy was just glad she hadn't won queen. Most of the time she would've been walking around with a knife, questioning everyone until they spilled the beans and told her who nominated her, but she was too terrified up on the stage to think any bad thoughts. She looked up at Clove as she paused her speaking, and, after a moment of silence, the whole crowd of people found out that Clove was the queen. She didn't look very happy about it, while some of the Aphrodite kids in the audience looked really shocked and about as upset as Clove.

She walked over and whispered something to Sophie about crowing the king and queen and Poppy almost fainted with relief. If Clove had asked her she might've dropped the crown off the stage and gotten into a lot of trouble. She smirked as Clove choked up announcing the king, it was Septimus. Poppy had heard kids talking around camp about how Septimus was jelous of Clove and Andrew and they almost had a thing going, but Aphrodite came and put this curse on them so that Clove and Andrew kissed while Septimus was there and then ever since then he had been jelous. Now that they were the king and queen of the dance, they had to do a special dance together. Who knows how Alex felt, but as soon as they started dancing, Poppy booked it off the stage, closely followed by Sohpie, apperently she wasn't having much fun either because one they made it back to the table she leaned over to Poppy and said that watching them dance was the best part of the night.

it was true, obviously she was too young to dance, and maybe Sophie didn't want to, but pretty much everyone else was up on the dance floor slow dancing with each other. Poppy smirked as she watched Clove and Septimus dance, she had never really met him before, but he must be a fan favorite because he won the title of king. Clove didn't seem too happy about winning queen, but she must have a lot of friends as well to have one queen, despite being an Ares kid. She leaned over to Sophie on her tip-toes and whispered to her, "Oh yeah,"

http://www.itemvn.com/song/Black-Veil-Brides-The-Morticians-Daughter-We-Stitch-These-Wounds/9D396FCBA1

Thomas noticed Kendall as she walked in. thank the gods, she made it! He walked over to her, and gave her a light kiss, merely a peck upon the cheek. Then he turned to her, "I’m glad you could make it,” he began, but was interrupted by several things. Nominations. Thomas was actually surprised to see his name on the list of kings. “Well, that’s… unexpected.” He was further surprised by the arrival of two deities’, one to claim, and one to hand out a quest. “Insert further surprises…” then the oddest thing of all happened. Well, third from oddest.

Thomas got tied for third place for dance king. Thomas couldn’t even believe it. He had no choice but to go up on the stage. He never liked getting credit. It made him feel like he was bragging or something. He stood as close to Kendall as he could, but 7 feet of empty space still separated them. That was just too far in his opinion. Then came the required dance where the people danced with whoever got the same place. However, Thomas didn’t want that. He pointed at the girl who got third with his thumb, talking to Alex. “She’s all yours, I have a date.”

Thomas walked over to Kendall, nervous as Hermes on coffee. “um… Hi.” He shifted on his foot. He never was good at this part of a relationship. Hell, he never HAD a relationship before, so this was a new road to travel down for him. He held out his hand to Kendall, feeling like an idiot till he finally spoke. “Umm… would you like to dance?”

While they danced, Thomas couldn’t help but notice that the song he requested was up, and playing. Black Veil brides, the Mortician’s Daughter ((see above link)) was playing. Gods, that song was beautiful. He held Kendall close, paying close attention not to step on her feet. He was probably failing. He couldn’t even tell if she was stepping on his feet or not, all he could tell was that he was stepping on her feet, his hands were sweaty and probably gross, and of all things he was wearing the most ridiculous outfit of jeans, t-shirt that said rather be fishing, a fishing vest with stuffed pockets, and to top it off, a drink cozy on his arm, smooth. His hair was combed back, showing his scar fully, but Kendall had taught him not to be afraid of the past, but to rather appreciate it, to accept it. He leaned into Kendall’s arms, and kissed her at the end of the song. His hands soon left the normal positions for dancing in, and wrapped around her.

Clove carefully watched Septimus, not noticing the crowns that were now placed on their heads. She felt his hands on her hips and looked up into his... sunglasses. For some reason that irritated Clove. Not even as King would he take them off for the dance. Not that she minded the glasses in general or him wearing them, but now was only a tiny bit different. She wanted to look him in the eyes while dancing. But she decided to respond to him and leave the glasses on him for a little while longer. "The plan is to dance untill nearly nobody is watching and at that point I'll find a way to keep you from going on that quest and sneak out with Andrew for a romantic night on the sound. I probably won't even remember as I'm already drunk but nobody really cares." She said those things, meaning half and saying the other half just to irritate him. She just hoped to have some succes.

Clove, now deciding it was time to really irritate him, pushed his glasses onto his head so she could see his eyes. She was prepared for them, so she wasn't fully blown away by those intoxicating eyes. She smiled as she stepped on his toes on purpose. She was drunk enough to get away with it. If only he realised that she wasn't the right girl for him, he'd give up the quest and move on, leaving her with Andrew to make themselves a fairytale ending. She put her arms around his neck, as tradition demanded for slow dancing. "So what do you think that quest is all about, clever guy?" She asked, mocking him as she went. This was going to end just perfect, nobody could resist Clove's charms when she was searching for a fight. Well, nobody she knew.

Clove noticed that the slow song was still playing and mentally screamed at Alex to change to something wild so that she and Septimus could just let go and flee, no such chance. Clove looked around the room, seeying Velvet and Sophie having a little too much fun while looking at them. She shot the both of them a glare and let her eyes wonder around the rest of the hall. Many couples had now started dancing, the two nomimees, the boy who was dancing with that girl who'd been rather late and had missed nearly everything were amongst them. Did that mean Clove could return to Andrew soon? She certainly hoped so. Looking around a little more she noticed too many eyes were still on her and the so called king. She sighed mentally as she turned her attention back to Septimus.

She knew it was a mistake the moment that the snide remark she was about to make stuck in her throat. Her mouth slightly agape with the unsaid words fading away, she stared into the eyes of the King. Clove, in her few seconds of looking away, had managed to forget she'd pushed his sunglasses onto his head. This meant she had no defenses against those miraculous eyes she was staring into, drowing in even. Clove was lost and to her it seemed like time had stopped for a moment, like they had been cut out of reality and put in their own private corner of space. But at that moment she blinked and reality sunk in, for a part. Clove was still disoriented by what had happened and showing Septimus that something had happened now was not an option so she pretending nothing had been going on. But she did close her mouth and started at his chest, a far safer place than those eyes if she wanted to keep the last pieces of her sanity in her drunken state.

Septimus wanted to laugh at what Clove said, and nearly did. Well, the first part anyway. The second part, about her and Andrew having a romantic evening irritated him for some reason, though he didn't know why. He bit his lower lip as she said it, drawing a bit of blood. He didn't care though, as he shouldn't have about Clove and Andrew's romantic night together. Well, he shouldn't concentrate on that right now. Of course she was planning to ruin his quest, after all, it was a quest to break her up with her... boyfriend. Sep had trouble even thinking the word. "Good luck on the first half of that."

How was Sep dancing anyway? He was drunk, as was Clove. Yet somehow, they managed it. As Clove took his glasses, again, and moved them onto his head, he was unsure how she had been able to... ow! Of course, as he was thinking this, she had stepped on his foot. He bit his lower lip again, drawing a bit more blood. Oh well, he could handle a little blood, it wasn't like he was going to kiss anybody in the next ten minutes.

Where had clever guy came from? When had Sep been clever around Clove? Maybe when he took her knives, but he didn't like how that ended. Clove in tears scared him, more than angry Clove did. Septimus didn't even look like the clever type... did he? Well, he didn't really care. Still, he had to answer her question somehow. The question was: how? He couldn't really tell her what they had planned, considering they had nothing planned. "I think... you're trying to get information out of me." As Clove looked around the room, Sep looked around, also. A bunch of eyes were still on them, though a bunch of couples were dancing. Ugh.

They say the eyes are the doorways to the soul. For some this is true, like Clove. As soon as Sep saw her eyes directly, he was as lost as her. Her eyes were pretty, not as much as him, but still beautiful in their own way. When she blinked, he did too, and was thrust back into the real world. Septimus had realized something while in that lost world of his, looking into Clove's eyes. He loved her. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he doubted it. That was why he always felt different about her...

As his eyes opened after that brief second of their closing, and realizing this, he saw Clove looking at his chest. Okay, earlier he lied. His heart beating fast, he lifted his head, and stared ar Andrew for a moment. Then he took one hand off her hip, and lifted her chin up. Then he moved his head so his lips met hers, and kissed her. He didn't care who saw (probably everyone), but it just felt... right, somehow. As if... as if... as if they were made for each other.

((Meh, didn't know how to write the last part O.o))

Sophie was getting just a little bit frustrated. Poppy didn’t talk much, and it took a lot to get her to say a few words. When Sophie had made her comment, Poppy had just whispered her agreement with what Sophie said, and didn’t offer anything else to build on. It must be really painful, having a conversation with this girl. She seemed like the type to just watch, and follow people around. That gave Sophie an idea.

Sometimes, when Sophie wanted to irritate Clove (who said Athena children didn’t have guts), or when she needed to provoke someone into attacking, she’d call them names, or give them a nickname of some sort. Maybe, just maybe, if she did the same with Poppy, it’d irritate her into talking, or at least, catch her attention. Besides, Sophie liked giving nicknames to random people. It spiced up the conversation.

“You know, you don’t talk much,” Sophie started, trying to figure out a good nickname for the young girl. “You must be really sneaky,” Sophie said thoughtfully, spacing out a little. Poppy might be able to follow people without them realizing. She was like a second shadow.

That was it. Sophie grinned, and focused back into the young girl standing in front of her. “You’re a shadow,” she said cheerfully, trying to decide what to say next. Now, she had to casually use the name somewhere, so that Poppy would definitely have to respond.

Sophie focused on Clove and Sep, who seemed lost in each other’s eyes. This made Sophie want to barf. She wasn’t really a romantic, and she didn’t think Clove was either. She must be really drunk. Sophie shook her head, and focused back on Poppy, or, as Sophie would now call her, Shadow. “So, my little Shadow, you must promise me never to act like that,” Sophie said as she gestured to the dancing couple. She saw Clove shoot her a dirty look, and her smile grew wider.

“I don’t think my stomach can take it,” Sophie groaned with imaginary pain, gripping her stomach. She glanced at Poppy, to see her reaction. Hopefully, this girl wasn’t a total statue. She had to have some sense of humor. Sophie stayed doubled-over, hoping not too many people could see her.

((Yikes, badness alert!))

Andrew watched as Clove stood up for him, threatening everyone with that ax of hers that went near him. He loved her for that. Then Clove went up onto the stage to announce the winners and he had to go up, thing was, he couldn't move. So an Ares kid came to him and picked him up and set him on the stage, where he kneeled there, wanting to throw up.

She announced the winners, Septimus and Clove, well crap, he couldn't laugh with Clove at the winners, but he could at least laugh at Septimus, he just looked over at Clove and nodded his congratulations. Now Andrew knew that the 2 had to dance, and that sucked for him. He knew Septimus liked Clove and would try to take her, so he was mad, so mad he stood up, ignoring the nausea and pain and headed towards them.

They started dancing and Clove looked irritated and drunk, at least she was irritated. Then Clove stared at him with what looked like love to Andrew so he started running at them, in attempt to stop the madness before Clove left him. Andrew reached for his sword then remembered that Clove had taken it, CRAP!

That left him and his fists, and he wanted to get payback for so many things, like laughing at him while he was down, the quest, everything. Septimus looked at him and kissed Clove, and Andrew got so mad he sprinted faster then he ever had in a race and came to a halt next to Sept and threw an uppercut into his jaw and chest, not caring if the Ares kids would attack him, then he got payback for laughing, he kicked him in the balls.

"NO ONE DOES THAT TO MY GIRLFRIEND!!!!" he yelled in his face, and got ready to punch him again, he wasn't that good at fistfights, but it couldn't be much different from sword fighting, right? He would have killed him right there if he had his sword, but he didn't have that. He kicked him in the side and turned towards Clove, "What else did that son of a bitch bastard do to you?"

Andrew was running on pure adrenaline now and anger, so much anger. He then did more than just the uppercut to the jaw, he leaned back over Septimus and punched him in the face, dead on his nose, possibly breaking it and leaving a dent in his skull, not to mention concussions. Andrew then took Clove's hand and dragged her away to the opposite side from Septimus.

Once he got to the other side and stood there for a minute, the adrenaline weakened and he doubled over and puked from the pain. "Well then, back to the pain. Thanks Arabella." he murmmered, wiping his mouth. "We need to get out of here Clove before you start making out again with that bitch." The pain resided after a few more long minutes finally and he stood up and faced his girlfriend, that was all Septimus and not Clove, Clove was drunk and Septimus wasn't to the best of his knowledge. He knew Clove would never do that to him. "Remember that promise we made about the quest? Well, now is the time to do that. We are going to have to follow them." Andrew knew that she probably wouldn't remember this, but he would tell her again later when she was sober.

The dance was getting boring. Finally, Clove called the winners of the dance. It was Sept and Clove. She tried to hold back a laugh but failed epicly. "Up you go, Septimus!" Arabella giggled. He obviously did not want to. Eventually, an Ares kid picked him up and dragged him on stage. Same with the runner ups. This made Arabella laugh even harder than she already was.

Wait what? The king and queen had to dance with each other? Apparently…. She shot a quick look at Andrew. Man, would he be so fucking pissed if Sept tried to make a move on her. That would be a sight to see. Sept did something that was very stupid. He kissed Clove! "He just screwed himself…" Arabella said shaking her head disapprovingly. She stole another glance at Andrew and then at Sept. She could just imagine how Andrew would hurt Septimus. He would be all bloody…

Arabella was deep in thought until her thoughts came true. Andrew uppercut Sept's jaw and chest. She covered up a gasp. She was outraged at Andrew. She needed Sept in a good condition if they were to conquer the quest. "NO ONE DOES THAT TO MY GIRLFRIEND!!!!" Andrew yelled.

"God damnit, Andrew! Take a chill pill!" She yelled out up to the stage very loudly. She laughed again. She needed to help Sept in some way…

"Well then, back to the pain. Thanks Arabella." Andrew said.

"Well, you're welcome!" Arabella said smiling sweetly, "It was my pleasure. Just tell me if you want to get your ass kicked. I'll be more than happy to help you!"

Andrew muttered some more things to Clove. She could tell they were plotting against them. Or worse, the quest! Clove was wasted. Sept was hurt. She needed to do something. So she did. She ran up to Andrew and tackled him. She pinned him down with her legs and left hand. With her right hand she punched his face. "I-" Arabella punched him. "Hate-" she punched him again. "YOU!" she finally punched him for the third time. She got up and turned to walk away. But she wasn't done. She turned around and kicked him in the nuts as hard as possible. Then she ran as fast as she could to Sept.

"Are you ok?" Arabella asked. "I tackled Andrew, punched him multiple times, and kicked him in the nuts again."

Arabella yelled something at him and he ignored it, after getting back up, he was alert to anything. Arabella then came up to him and started punching him, he took it, acting like it nearly killed him, he moaned, "Stop! Please." Then she kicked him in the balls again, but harder. Thing was, she barely missed so she got his asshole instead, yes, that hurt, but not enough to send him to the ground. Though he knew by veiwing that it looked like she kicked him.

So he faked the pain, acting worse than before, this time he fell to the ground yelling in pain and buried his face in it, he clutched his balls and moaned loudly, it looked like he actually got hit. He layed there for a good 20 minutes and puking every once in a while, the nausea came as a few stray belches from the first, real one.

He eventually got back up, a few good bruises in several places and said, "You'll pay for that, just wait until I get a weapon, then you are dead." He wanted to attack her but held back, knowing that he couldn't keep on acting for forever and that she would hit her mark next time more than likely. So instead he grabbed Clove's hand again and dragged her off to the table that marked the entrace, "we are getting out of here Clove, I can't stand this anymore." He would tell her everything when she was sober and how he managed to fake the pain and such and everything she missed from being drunk.

((Sorry for the crap post, I wanted to respond and that was all I got out of it))

Alex looked at the riot. "What the f***?" Alex looked at the riot that was going on.

Ok so.. Clove and Sep had won. Alex sighed of releif. He was very happy he hadnt won. Then Clove and Sep had started to dance. Alex waited to see if anything was gonna happen. At that moment Andrew had gottenn angry and ran towards the winners. Alex went tackle him but an Ares kid grabbed him. Then Andrew had hit Sep. Alex went to go knock the daylights out of Andrew but Ara had beaten him to the punxh. Alex laughed as Ara had beaten Andrew up. "Pfft... Hahahahahaha!" Alex laughed.

Thn after everyonr talked and Alex had gone over to Sep. "You alright, my dude?" Alex asked Sep. Alex was worried a bit. Then Andrew had threated Ara. Alex looked at Andrew. "If you touch her I'll rip yoir hands out with my teeth and make you eat them." Alex told Andrew. Andrew had taken an intoxicated Clove out of there. Alex looked at Sep after a quick deduction.


((Wrote this on my phone. I hope its ok.))