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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][i]Another[/i] camp party. Sylas often found himself wondering how anyone ever took this place seriously. It seemed to be High School 2.0. A cesspool of teenage drama and demigod rage. It was always a recipe for disaster, if the last party was anything to go off of. Sure, he played his part, but the emotions were already there, he just gave them a little… [i]nudge.[/i] He thought helping tip Alex over the edge to the point of nearly killing Andy might have scared the girl from attending, let alone [i]throwing[/i] another party. Yet, here they were. Ms. My-Ass-Got-Fried-By-A-Psychotic-Zeus-Bitch throwing her own little soiree like it wasn’t destined to go up in flames. And he’d be damned if he missed it. 

While New Year’s Eve usually called for some level of pomp and circumstance, Sylas wasn’t in the mood to try too much when it came to his clothes. Sure, he could have gone all out and really embraced it, but who was he trying to impress? His hand froze an inch from the handle to his closet. The question repeated in his head, echoing around his skull. He closed his eyes and sighed. [i]No. Not that,[/i] he told himself, brushing off the thought before it could manifest. The past couple of months gave him time to come up for air. He needed to be smarter before jumping back into the deep end. The undertow was strong and that was one current he couldn’t fight, no matter how hard he tried. 

Sylas pinched the bridge of his nose with his left hand, while opening the closet with his other. After a moment or two, he opened his eyes to stare down the clothes opposite him. [i]You’re not trying to impress anyone,[/i] he repeated in his head like a mantra while looking through his wardrobe. His casual was still nicer than most people’s nice, so he figured anything he chose would be above par for camp’s standards. Rather than dwell on the decision he put something together that was simple with a little bit of class. He chose his favorite blush trousers and a navy short sleeve dress shirt, with a white tank undershirt so he could style the outfit in a more leisurely fashion. With a small dab of pomade in his hands, he slicked back his hair letting a couple locks dangle freely. He finished up with a few sprays of his Valentino cologne and grabbed a pair of black loafers.

He grabbed his wool coat by the door and took a step outside, sliding his right arm into the sleeve. Halfway out onto his porch, Sylas froze, brows furrowed in confusion. He looked around, noting the soft falling snow that fell between the trees and added to the white blanket on the ground. But he wasn’t cold. He was confused and looked around like that John Travolta Pulp Fiction meme for a moment before he ditched his coat inside and headed toward the party.

Even on the other side of camp, Sylas could hear the soft murmur of music in the distance and the rhythmic thumping of the bass. As he stepped out onto the main path he noticed a pair of demigods, both dark haired with tan complexions, farther down the trail. It was unlikely they’d try to strike up a dialogue when they looked deep in their own conversation, but rather than chance it he turned north and circled around the arena that way.

It wasn’t long before he came around the armory and saw the party beyond the practice range. He didn’t know what he expected, but ice skating and sledding was not on Sylas’s bingo card. Then again this was Andy, former Mrs. Ajax, so a vanilla bordering on childish New Year’s Eve party somehow sounded on brand. At least there seemed to be an area for dancing and a bar, so not all hope was lost. He started making his way across the field when a shout from the top of the sledding hill caught his attention. [color=f1724b]"Forget king, I am the Queen of the world!"[/color]

Sylas’s head craned around in time to watch Nelly fly down the hill. [color=0a6d6b]"Fucking children,"[/color] he scoffed to himself and shook his head. It came as no surprise that the girl too dense to understand flirting liked the juvenile nature of the party activities. He made sure to avoid eye contact, not wanting to delve into [i]pretending[/i] to be nice to someone like Nelly without having a drink first. 

He sidled up to the backside of the bar, not really interested in trying to squeeze between Andy, Trinity and the boring duo. Sylas kept to himself, quiet, with quick working hands like it was not his first time tending a bar as he got himself a whiskey on the rocks. He scanned the demigods that had made it to the party as he brought the glass to his lips. Where was everyone? A camp party was never this dead. There were definitely people missing, maybe running fashionably later or fresh meat overwhelmed by the prospect of socializing. But if this was the turn out, camp was worse off than he gave credit for.

As took inventory of who was there, and who wasn't, when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. There, halfway across the field, he saw the splash of red that drowned out everything else. How could he have missed her before? [i]Gods damn Nelly and her idiotic shouting.[/i] Everything else faded away as he saw her, and only her. He couldn’t see her face, but he didn’t have to. He knew it was her. The way she stood with the posture of a woman with a hidden confidence, her weight shifted to one hip and her head slightly tilted to the side. Her crimson hair swept over her shoulder exposing the open, low back of her white cocktail dress. Small intentional slits revealed little glimpses of her ivory skin beneath the fabric teasing a modest peek at her body beneath. His gaze trailed from the tip of her head down to her white open toed pumps with crisscrossing straps.

Sylas should have played it more subtle, but she looked so unbelievably gorgeous. He was stunned. Awestruck. He unabashedly drank in every ounce of her. His gaze hugged every single curve of her body as it slowly ascended her frame until he was met by her striking blue eyes staring back at him. He didn’t waiver or look away. A brow rose and he smirked, raising his glass to silently toast how incredible she looked. Even if he didn’t say it and they were on opposite sides of the party, she needed to know she was beautiful… and he [i]saw[/i] her.[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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