[img]https://i.imgur.com/B2jeMgk.jpeg[/img] [hr][hr] [right][code] INTERACTIONS: [/code] Briefly [@The Savant] [@Blizz] [code]”…that man had a bad taste in beer..”[/code] [url=https://pin.it/2NKGY51vG]Outfit[/url] [/right] [hr][hr] “[color=5a6a85]The daughter of Apate?[/color]” Lily stood with the beer outstretched still. She caught a subtle shift in his inflection from before, and it seemed the mention of her godly parent might have been unusual. She was not told what to expect when her mother arranged for her to come here, and she was even more elusive on the subject of any other children she may or may not have had. This man’s tonal change was enough for Lily, at least, to assume she might have been the only one this camp had seen since this guy got here. [color=5a6a85]”And no, I would rather not have another beer. I’m not much of a drinker anyway,"[/color] Well, it wasn’t what she wanted, but it was still a minor success all the same. The small things had a way of adding up, and the little drop of chaos she brought to the party with this move was enough for Lily to smile a little. Her eyes tracked the man as he backed away, her smile growing ever so as he did. ‘[color=5a6a85]It was nice to meet you Lily, I’m Elysium, but I think my time at the bar is over. [/color]’ [color=00FFFF]“It was so nice to meet you as well, and I am so sorry, ”[/color] she paused as he got further away. [color=00FFFF]“it won’t happen again,”[/color] she lied. As the man walked away down the bar, the daughter of Apate chuckled softly as she took another sip of the beer before she winced. She didn’t notice it at first, but she felt that Elysium had a terrible taste in beer. She held up the glass in front of her and wondered who in their right mind would pick out something so awful. Its deep amber color did not reveal the mystery of why. Wasn’t the whole point of drinking to have fun? To taste the complicated concoctions that somehow worked despite everything put into it? Why would anyone ever drink a beer? Why would they subject themselves to this terror? Lily pondered the question as she lowered the glass to her lips and took another sip. It was bitter, that much was true, but there was something that did pique her interest in the aftertaste. Yet no matter how hard she tried to decipher it, she could not figure it out. She took another sip and ran into the same issue. She raised the glass one more time in front of her eyes and scanned it for any clues. For a brief second, Lily caught her reflection in the beer mug. Lily stared at herself for the briefest of moments, and she could only think of her situation as she lowered the glass back to the bar until she felt it connect with it. She let her grip of the mug go as she stared off into the crowd. Here she was, halfway across the world in the middle of a camp devoted to some of the most powerful mortals, and she was all alone at the bar drinking from a stolen beer surrounded by free alcohol. The first person she met would forever know her as the woman who stole his beer from him, and that image did not live up to the little bit of chaos it created. Lily sighed. Why was she the way she was? There had to have been a better way to cause strife, and deceive people, right? [color=0d0e20]”It’s thrilling to see so many demigods enjoying themselves. How long have all of you been here?"[/color] Lily decided her question was no longer worth answering as she turned to face the man who asked the question. Maybe there was a way for her to bring some fresh chaos to the crowd through him? She pressed into the bartop and looked away for a second, spotting a man who had dropped off some fresh alcohol, though she could not make out the brand nor the type. Still, one of the bottles was within reach, so with a quick motion, she grabbed the closest one and brought it towards her. While she figured it was not stealing if he left it out so openly, she still turned around to see if he noticed, breathing a sigh of relief when he did not. Looking over the label, she could only assume it was some form of mead, homemade at that, based on the crude print job of the label with its faded blueberry that was dead center on it. Still, it had a crimson red color unlike anything she had seen before, and the twenty-percent indication suggested that it would be strong enough for her to forget ever tasting that horrendous, but intriguing beer, and the awkwardness she felt after. Her eyes flicked over to the one who had brought it. He was sitting at a table, built like he was a son of Zeus, but brought alcohol like he was the son of Dionysus. He offered a drink to the two women sitting there without malice in his voice. Lily hated him already. Still, if he had brought alcohol to share, Lily would indulge. She grabbed a glass and poured herself a drink, looking past the man who asked how long they all had been here, and smiled. A second later she slid along the bar and next to the man. [color=00FFFF]“Hey there! I’ve been here for about an hour,”[/color] she paused as she took her first sip from the glass. A moment later, her eyes went wide, dropping down to the glass in her hand as they did, as she was overwhelmed by an unexpected flavour. [color=00FFFF]“Jesus Christ, that’s good, child of Dionysus for sure, ”[/color] she said aloud as she took in the crimson color of the drink once more. It was tasty. It was beyond simply tasty; it was delicious. The initial hit of honey was quickly overcome by a balanced hit of blueberry, yet the two flavours did not fight for control; no, they complemented each other perfectly and worked in unison to keep the flavor profile consistent. In an instant, she understood the godly obsession with this drink. [color=00FFFF]“Sorry about that! I’ve been here for an hour. How about you? Thirsty,”[/color] Lily smiled as she asked, pulling the bottle of mead closer to the man as she did. She planned to take the chaos slowly with this one. [color=00FFFF]“I’m Lily, what’s your name?”[/color]