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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]For a moment, Nate’s smile waivered at her question. Andy didn’t understand how the Gods could just [i]send[/i] their kids to camp without telling them… about everything. So much has happened at camp: war, murder, a fucking pandora’s box being unleashed and taking demigods’ lives with it. Those were things people should know about before coming to camp. They should be told of the risks and the rewards. But as much as that’s what would be [i]right[/i], the Gods rarely did anything that wasn’t selfserving.

She watched his eyes scan the rest of the party, avoiding her and her question. She parted her lips but struggled to find words to alleviate some of the tension or lighten the mood. Nate’s gaze found its way back to her, his charming smile back in place. [color=04ed42]"No, I wasn’t."[/color] He chuckled and shook his head. [color=04ed42]"But it’s New Years Eve, and the last thing I think either of us want is to sit down and go over all this stuff."[/color] Then whatever had caused him to pause, slowly rolled off his shoulders as he slowly began swaying to the music once again. 

[color=bd1664]"I can’t argue with that,"[/color] Andy agreed with a soft laugh. Watching him find the beat again, her body started rocking and swaying back up to tempo like she had been before. Her movements subconsciously mirroring his. 

[color=04ed42]"See, I’ve already got a pretty full itinerary. I’m going to dance my ass off with some fine company, maybe do some shots, try to awkwardly make out with someone I don’t know, and end up passed out in a bush. And I would hate to cancel those plans, you know?"[/color]

Andy laughed as he spelled out a detailed laundry list of plans for the evening. He really had it all mapped out. Either this wasn’t his first rodeo or he was very goal oriented. She imagined it was more of the former. He seemed charming and slid his way onto the dancefloor like he had done it a dozen times before. If she had to guess, those plans lined up with many nights he had before. But, after all, it was New Year’s Eve, like he said. If there was ever a night to get drunk and awkwardly make out with someone, that would be the night. As long as his lips stayed far away from hers… Or he might end up passed out in a bush for an [i]entirely[/i] different reason.

[color=bd1664]"You have it all figured out, don’t you?"[/color] She shook her head in amusement and a little disbelief. [color=bd1664]"You might wanna scratch that last part though,"[/color] Andy added as her finger hooked around a strand of hair that clung to her lipstick and pulled it free. [color=bd1664]"It’ll be [i]pretty[/i] cold after midnight and I’d rather not find a Nate popsicle in the morning. But if you do, make sure you die in a funny pose or something, so I can have the last laugh,"[/color] she joked with a playful smile.

With the seriousness that attempted to take over their conversation subsided, the pair had gotten back into the swing of dancing and found their rhythm. Nate extended his hand toward her again, but this time there were no arm waves or cheesy moves, just a friendly, authentic smile. [color=04ed42]"So before I go down a few sickeningly sweet cocktails… would you like to dance a bit longer?"[/color]

Her gaze fell to his offered hand. Andy had been enjoying dancing and it was always more fun to dance with a partner. But there was also a twinge of guilt that tugged at the back of her mind. She wasn’t wanting to hurt Mason or make him jealous. She wasn’t that type of girl. And if she had a choice, he would be the one standing across from her with an extended hand… but he wasn’t. Dancing wasn’t automatically romantic. Two people could have fun and dance together and it could be nothing more than just that, fun. So why was she having a hard time agreeing?

[color=bd1664]"I guess I could help you cross one thing off your itinerary, you know, before the ritual sacrifice,"[/color] she teased before hesitantly placing her hand in his. Gods she hoped she didn’t regret this.[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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