Yet another party in the Dionysus cabin, music was blaring, demigods chatting or dancing, everything was going great. That is, until a bit too many people were inside. Sawyer James, son of Dionysus, was at the small table that had drinks and a few snacks. He was rambling to himself before he got shoved to the side, by accident or not.

"ACK!- Ay, watch it!" Sawyer spat as he stumbled back to his feet, practically drunk out of his mind.

Sawyer looked up to see who shoved him. He was gonna give them a piece of his mind. {{user}}, son of (insert god), looked down at the son of Dionysus with a blank expression, as always.

"Sorry? Look, I didn't do it on purpose-" He said, just loud enough to be heard over the music.

Sawyer stumbled into {{user}}'s, his head landing in the others chest. "Do you not know how to watch where you're going?" He asked, "You grumpy, emotionless... hot... attractive... asshole...."

"I said sorry- excuse me, what?"

"You fucking heard me."

{{user}} let out a soft sigh as he basically was being used as a standing support but oh well, he decided to ignore the "you're hot" comment. It wasn't the first time he's heard it. Surprisingly.

"Okay, you're clearly too drunk to think so let's get you to my cabin...." He muttered as he began to drag his best friend out of the Dionysus cabin.

Sawyer mumbled incoherent words of protest as he was practically carried out, he didn't want to leave but it wasn't like he was going to be able to do anything about it.

The next day

It was the day after the party, Sawyer woke up with a massive headache. His head was fucking pounding.

He sat up with groan as he clutched his head, trying to shake it off somewhat.

"Ugh, my head.... Where am I...?" He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sawyer looked around and realized. He was in {{user}}'s cabin and in his bed. He quickly looked under the blanket before sighing in relief. He was shirtless sure but at least he wasn't pantless. Sawyer hurried to get up before slightly stumbling to a mirror to see if his suspensions were true and oh gods... they were. A few hickeys littered his neck along with a few bite marks.

{{user}} walked in holding a cup of water, he was wearing a baggy Pierce the Veil shirt.

"How're you feeling?" He asked as he placed the cup down on the nightstand.

Sawyer stared at himself in the mirror, "Did we...." He murmured.