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[h1]Erin Marie Chase[/h1]
[h2]Party At Hephaestus Cabin ~ Camp Half-Blood[/h2][/center]

Unable to help the automatic roll of her eyes at his both stupid and over the top theatrics, Erin turned her attention back down to the barely touched drink that Lang had made for her moments before his departure- he was... cute in a way. Had a certain air about him; even she couldn't deny that one. Making a show of turning her back to him even just slightly as a sign that she'd had enough of his antics, she carefully swirled the contents of her cup around a few times before she lifted it up to press lightly against her lips; her normally unphased dark eyes widening for only a fraction of a second before she narrowed them, her full attention and rather death-like glare once again returning back to Jericho.

What in the name of Zeus was his actual problem with her tonight? Seriously. First he insisted on showing up at her cabin both unannounced and uninvited, then he chose to stalk her each and every movement at this stupid party; and now, on top of it all, he went and stole her drink straight out of her hand... her already small amount of patience with the whole day was wearing thinner than ice, and the way that things were going at the moment, he was the first in line to receive any backlash that came with her ever worsening mood, "What's your damage, numbskull. Whatever the hell you got me, you better make sure that it's worth my time."

If she was going to get through the night, then she was going to do it with a drink in her hands. Reaching out and around Jericho's shoulder as he made himself comfortable in separating both her and Griffin further away from one another, Erin didn't even bother to hesitate as she gripped hold of Griffin's drink, taking it for herself without so much as even a second thought; his obvious questioning look only gaining a light shrug of the Hades girl's shoulders, "Blame him. The way I see it ; he steals my drink, I steal yours. Just the way the world works, fly boy."

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