The party was too loud and too much, the Dionysus cabin filled to the brim with overlapping bodies and colored lights. The air is sticky with alcohol and mixers, and you swallow down your own nausea and you lean forward slightly to scan the crowd once more.

Standing next to you was Clarisse’s half-brother, Sherman. He was fine, about as fiery as all Ares kids were. But, he was family to Clarisse. Meaning, he’s family to you.

Unfortunately for the two of you, your girlfriend disappeared about twenty minutes ago and hasn’t been seen since. You huff in frustration at the lack of appearance from her once more.

She’d been drinking, you both had. But, your own intoxication was a hazy thought that merely passed through. Currently, finding Clarisse was the priority. All you needed was her safe and sound back in Cabin 5.

The idea of relaxing against her soft mattress, Clarisse’s arms wound around you, is enough to force you to clumsily push off the wall and slur that you are finding her. Sherman raises a brow at you in response, lips ticking upward at the idea of you stumbling around looking for her.