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[center][h1][color=slategray]Hawley Griffin[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=slategray]Camp Half Blood ~ The Lake ~ The Party[/color][/h2][/center]

Oh these parties, how Griffin had missed them. The loud music, the noises, the drinks, the socialization. It was so...familiar. And yet, he couldn't get excited like he used to - there was a cloud hovering over his head. A cloud that seemed to dour his mood and wane his appetite. Sure, he could smile and laugh and banter as usual. But it lacked substance, lacked depth. It was a lie. 

Taking a small sip from his hardly-touched drink, Griffin remained somewhat separated, choosing to watch the group of campers as opposed to actually participating. Were this a different day under different circumstances - that would be different. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Griffin noted the newcomer son of Jupiter approaching him. Pretending not to notice, Griffin waited for Logan to start making conversation before acknowledging him. 

"Eh, you know me: checking out some of the fine betties around." Griffin replied initially, motioning with the hand that held his cup in the direction of a few rather scantly-clad Aphrodite girls. 

As Logan continued to implore, however, Griffin became slightly more sober. It was subtle, a shift in his expression, a tensing of posture. Nothing overt or obvious - but there nonetheless. 

"No, no, got nothing on my mind. Just, eh...lost a bloody bird. I've got a short window to go find it, 'less some gorilla with a weird beard decides to flay me." At this, Griffin's eyes panned up to the heavens for a brief moment, as if daring something...or someone. 

"Bah, no matter. C'est la vie. That's what my uncle said, at least. Usually after doing something fecking stupid, of course." Griffin raised his cup lazily before taking another small drink from it, his other hand finding its way to his jacket pocket. 

"I expect you're not used to it here, eh, Roman? I suppose I can't blame you, if I spent my whole life with a stick up my arse, pulling it out would be alien." Though the words he issued were harsh, Griffin's tone and expression were nothing more than cheeky. "Still, everyone gets used to it here. Doesn't take long when you realize this lot is the only group of people that'll truly understand ya. Makes anything else dwindle by comparison." 

Stopping to take one more drink, Griffin cleared his throat, letting out a soft sigh. "Now, don't go bothering yourself with me. Go mingle or something, get acquainted. Might even land yourself a girl if you flex enough times." Snickering, Griffin motioned for Logan to get moving, keeping that hollow grin of faux-joviality up just as long as he had to.