[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1079242775125557331/tumblr_inline_o06peoUWh81sdmdtf_400.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]:  PA Station BK
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Shapeshifting[/center][hr][hr]

Demetri looked up from his drink as Cassian questioned how important the group viewed this quest. He got it, it was the kids first quest, hell it was Demi’s first quest too, but unlike Cassian he was never raring to go off on daring adventures. He did, however, figure that this meant a lot to him. He was probably just overthinking it all and just needed to let the quest…well quest. Zeke’s nudge brought his attention back towards his boyfriend, causing Demi to giggle before nudging him back. [color=6666FF]”Don’t mention it, jerk. It’s the least I can do.”[/color] He snagged a grape from Alexios conjured vine and took a bite of it. They were incredible, and Demi’s immediate first thought was to snag another and quickly plop it into Zeke’s mouth. [color=6666FF]”You have got to try these. They’re amazing! Definitely need some for the next picnic”[/color] The good mood didn’t last long though. Cassian had clearly struck a chord with Nancy. As she stood up and spilled her drink, Demi instinctively slid back into his chair further, spreading his legs so that if any of the shake had spilled off the edge it would miss his clothes and land on the floor. Normally he’d have rushed off to gather napkins and clean the mess at the point of spill but he thought it unwise given how Nancy was currently acting. The more she spoke the more Demi couldn’t look at her, finding a spot in the corner of their little section of Burger King to focus on. It felt as if he was reading her diary, like he was listening in to private thoughts he was never meant to hear. Before he knew it she’d thrown a shake on Cassian and left. Demi hadn’t done anything, but then why did this all feel like it was his fault?

In almost no time at all Kristin had gone off after Nancy, followed by Zeke. Demi’s hand went up slowly to feel his cheek where the warmth of Zeke’s kiss was still present. He lingered there for a moment before standing up and gathering some napkins from the drink station off to the side. He came back with a solemn look on his face as he began to wipe down the table. [color=6666FF]”I’ve got this mess, why don't you go clean up in the bathroom Cass, maybe change into a spare bit of clothes if you have it.”[/color] He waited till it was just the pair of them (and Janelle) before he spoke again while wiping the table. [color=6666FF]”You know…that’s actually how Zeke and I met. The petty fights, small insults, constantly trying to get a rise out of one another…”[/color] It felt wrong to speak about this in front of Janelle, but there was no real other time where she wouldn’t be around so he continued. [color=6666FF]”You think it’s all some petty drama or grudge when suddenly you realize you're not just trying to get a rise, but that it's a way to get their attention. A way for them to notice you. So…yeah. I see the way you’re treating him, how you clearly want to get a reaction out of him…but that’s [i]our[/i] love language. It’s how we can be ourselves around each other. He means a lot to me Alexios, and I get that we are betrothed, but maybe actually give him a chance and you’ll see just what it was that I fell in lo-...you’ll see why it is that I like him so much and why he means so much to me.”[/color] Demi stood there, soppy napkins in his hands as he stared blankly at the table. [color=6666FF]”Chances the God of Parties has the ability to clean up a party foul?’[/color]

[hr][h1][b][i][color=CC00CC][center]Cassian Rudenko[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/844140037963644949/855e9aabdb4e547cabf9f9441afd50a4.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC00CC][b]Location[/b][/color]: PA Station. BK
[color=CC00CC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Janelle had a point. How much could they trust that Alexios’ ride would get them to where they needed to be without any further detours? It was after all a Party Bus and what’s more party than snagging up a few more spots along the way? If anything, Cassian figured the general mood of the current group and how they got along would kill any vibes inside of that bus real quick. None of them seemed to be party people. Cassian couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he heard Nancy’s initial sarcasm coming towards him. It’s like it was all she knew, sarcasm and vitriol. If she had a nice bone in her body, he figured it’s be the tip of her pink toe but it was bruised and pained from stubbing her toe on a coffee table one too many times. She brought up the Hotel once more, they still had no idea why she hated it so much, but what's more, Cassian had no idea what it had to do with the bus itself or what was going on. As Nancy raged on, the pieces started to click into place. She wasn’t just trapped in the hotel, she had hardly endured there. His stomach twisted in knots as she went on about what it was that happened, any words he may have had shut down and turned to bile in his throat. Then cold. Shiver’s shot down his back as he felt the cold treat slip down his shirt and trail its way down his spine. The sticky cold feeling snapping him out of anything he was feeling from Nancy’s tantrum. 

For a moment his eyes shone a mix of purple and gold before fading back fast. She wasn’t in her right mind, he needed to remember that. As Demetri had motioned for him to go clean up, Cassian got up to do so. [color=CC00CC]”Yeah, sounds like a plan”[/color] His voice was sharp and cold. He made his way towards the mens restroom, noting the lack of paper towels in there and groaning in exasperation. His hands gripped the sides of the porcelain sink tightly, his knuckles turning white as he stared down at the silver ring around the drain. [color=CC00CC]”Maybe if you actually [i]spoke[/i] to people they’d actually KNOW what your damned boundaries are. [i]Oh I hate the lotus hotel woe is me.[/i] Lets just fully leave out that your boundaries extend past the fucking building itself. How the hell else was i supposed to know the alternate form of travel would cross some boundary you never fucking listed. Stupid Roman bitch. All she’s doing is holding us back in this quest, it's like she wants to see the Greeks’ fail.’[/color] Cassian took a sharp breath in, holding it, before letting it loose slowly. [color=CC00CC]”That’s not fair Cass and you know it. Let's just…get cleaned up. Surely the women's restroom should have something to clean up with.”[/color]