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[color=808080] [color=04ed42]“Not the most glowing recommendation.”[/color] The camper noted aloud causing her to cringe slightly at her inevitable error. It was why she tended to avoid orientation days, official or otherwise, but maybe the alcohol was finally catching up.

[color=04ed42]“You’re not wrong.”[/color] He paused. [color=04ed42]“My dad had a saying… a philosophy, if you will.”[/color] [color=#66356a][i]Oh boy.[/i][/color] She wasn’t sure she was equipped for deep philosophies, but she heard him out nonetheless. [color=04ed42]“You see… all of us are playing the same game, sitting at different tables with the same dealer. We get dealt our own cards. Some hands are good, some are bad, but you can’t change them out. But the game always ends the same. You can play it safe, keep from taking risks. Bet the minimum, don’t get greedy. You might outlast a lot of players that way. But that’s not how the game was meant to be played.”[/color]

Trinity stared a little bemused before shifting her gaze into space to be bemused there instead. She wanted to find the relevant meaning and how it turned into a gambling metaphor but…she had only commented on his cigarette right? She drank her drink to fill a silence she couldn’t.

The guy looked at her with such seriousness she paused still as stone. [color=04ed42]“The game is won by enjoying the ride. Taking the big risks, playing your hands as best you can. Even if it means drying up sooner. Cause what’s the point of a long game if you aren’t willing to take some risks?”[/color] Finally, he cracked a grin. Trinity took a relieved swig, rolling her eyes at herself. [color=04ed42]“But it also helps to play the odds… and I’ve got someone who helps me stack the deck, so I’m not too worried about the smoking. I'm more worried about messing with the wrong folks here, or giving off the wrong impression. Just looking to enjoy my night without ruffling any more feathers.”[/color]

She nodded. A wise choice on his half. But then Trinity frowned. [color=#66356a]“Any more feathers? How many feathers you ruffled already?”[/color] She laughed lightly, finding it hard to believe. Maybe she was looking at a long lost brother except he was too [i]together[/i], sensible and his philosophy speech was something else.

[color=87E3FF]“Yeah... Reasonable, I think,”[/color] They agreed with his wisdom. [color=87E3FF]“I remember being... seventeen, scared of the world and not knowing which way was up. You'd think having a god hanging over your shoulder makes taking risks easier, turns out they don't really help much when they just want you to figure that stuff out yourself.”[/color]

[color=#66356a]“Hey now, God coddling’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”[/color] Though saying it out loud, she realized it was more hope than fact. Maybe those close to their parents or whoever else did have it on easy street. It just meant they didn't ever earn much for themselves.

[color=87E3FF]"But..."[/color] the company continued. [color=87E3FF]"How many people just got here, and are doing... [i]That?[/i]"[/color] They gestured to Blair and Trinity frowned, confused, having missed the earlier spectacle. [i]How many people had done Blair? That was an intense and personal question.[/i] How the hell was she supposed to know!? [color=87E3FF]"I mean, Apollo sure never told me we were getting up to that on night number one. I was [i]just[/i] telling some stiff fellow how I didn't know there were this many of us on the whole planet. You'd think they're trying to do something about that up on the mountain."[/color]

In a timely manner, Baxter’s voice cut through. [color=firebrick] “...or a Sit on My Face, Honey depending on where you're from, I guess...”[/color] He didn’t raise his voice but it seemed to cut through the surrounding conversation enough. Enough to warrant a spit of drink, enough to widen Trinity’s eyes and enough to warrant a reply from Blair herself.

[color=c9bef3]“Say please.”[/color]

She certainly never was the unabashed type. But it did help Trinity pull Marlen’s question together. How many people were getting frisky openly? [color=87E3FF] “It's not like we're in a crazy sex cult or anything, are we? That'd be pretty weird... Anyway, no hangovers for me, thank you very much. Name's Marlen, cool to meet you both.”[/color]

[color=#66356a]“Welp, shoulda read the fine print. You gotta embrace all the weird and culty things now.”[/color] She cheers'ed the air towards the wall as if they were locked in. Sarcasm and encouraging speeches aside, she nodded to them as they introduced themselves. [color=#66356a]“Trinity.”[/color]

[color=firebrick]“Did you taste enough of that to tell me if you liked it..?”[/color]

Trinity glanced at her half empty glass. [color=#66356a]“No, yeah, you hit the nail on the head. It's great.”[/color] Though it did make her relook at the busy tender who fetched approval. [color=#66356a]“Would it be really bad if I said I didn't? [i] Hypothetically [/i]”[/color] she added for emphasis, even clutching her drink harder so no one pinched it from her thinking she was unappreciative of the 'Honey Baby Hammer' bestowed upon her or feelings got hurt.

Although she was mildly concerned about Baxter, as he had introduced himself, living behind the bar. He looked at home and in his own world and even rhythm but while everyone was still out and about and active before midnight. [color=#66356a]“You wanna tap out for a bit? Join the festivities?”[/color] [i]Blair and co who hit on you and Nate collectively?[/i] It was rare and weird that Trinity ever thought somebody deserved a break but the rest of the camp year would make up for it. 

Let the newbies enjoy themselves for now. Maybe they'd get a smooch out of it. Unlike her odds of kissing her own partner. Trinity might've left them both too sour tonight and no amount of alcohol would fix it. Nonetheless, she downed her drink, knowing a...an apology would. 

Gods give her strength.
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