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The banquet was everything Olivia had imagined. So far it had gone off without a hitch. She talked with Jayanti for a bit, discussed her portion of the race. She'd very nearly ended up a roasted little demigod thanks to Alexander Reisender, though she couldn't hold it against him. He was just so sweet. After talking with Jay, she'd danced around with that seventh year again, although she couldn't help but sneak glances at Vino. Does it make me a lesbian if I think he looks a bit cute right now? she thought as she glided across the ballroom floor.
And then, without warning, her perfect night came crashing down. All thanks to the work of Atticus Caesar, that brute. She pushed away from her date and begin to stomp over there, her chocolate hair bouncing around her shoulders as she held her dress up to keep from tripping. There was one thing Liv hated more than anything, and that was someone ruining her parties. Before she could even reach Atticus, Preston McTavish had doused him in ambrosia and set him alight. Shit she thought as the wave of heat from the flames made her take a step back.
But she quickly regained her senses, and by the time the teachers were working to contain Atticus, she was dousing the fire on him with water she'd drawn out of the air, spraying him all over so as to make sure the flames stayed out, and didn't hop to anymore targets. The last thing the school needed today was a fire to burn down the banquet hall.
Location; Banquet Hall
Interacting With; | Devlin @Lady Hestia | Dusty | Laurel | Vino |
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Laurel's arrival at the table didn't exactly thrill Webster. He'd hear about the son of Apollo, and none of it was good. He knew that Laurel and Dusty were friends, at least he thought so. Honestly, he had no idea what was going on between those two, but he knew there was something. Webster being very protective of his friends, he wasn't a big fan of the Sun's son sidling up close to Dusty. The snide remarks didn't help either, though in the spirit of the banquet, Webster put on a big smile and turned to Dusty and Devlin. "Hear that guys? Price said no kids allowed! Guess that means I'll be staying home. Which is probably for the best, I mean it's already past my bedtime," he said, rolling his eyes at Laurel and sipping from a cup of ambrosia.
You got through that one without stumbling. Good job, he thought, taking another sip of his drink, and trying not to look as pissed as he really was. Webster had always hated being treated like a child. His dad had done it to him for sixteen years, despite Webster being considerably smarter than him, and all his teachers from his life before had been similar. A rather nasty side effect of being friends with upperclassmen, was that there were always a few assholes around who still treated you like a toddler.
Webster's moping was interrupted by Atticus, who's destruction of their table caused him to jump up, and step back. He watched the scene unfold, eyes darting to each and every person involved, before the teachers stepped in and began to herd them out of the banquet hall, while the rest contained the raging bull that was Atticus. Well, that was unexpected.
