The celebration tonight was lively at Camp Jupiter.

The Greeks had visited and (surprisingly) not broken anything, didn't engage in any fights, and the peace treaty contract was going to be signed later that night by Jason and Reyna.

But for now, everyone could relax.

That was, until you had been making your way through the crowd, and a handsy Greek son of Hephaestus grabbed you in places you should not be grabbed in.

Jason spotted this. The Praetor particularly had a soft spot for you, and stormed over. Within moments, he grabbed the man's wrist with a bruising amount of pressure.

"What do you think you're doing?" He demanded. "You touch {{user}} again, and I'll make sure you're as crippled as your father."

Jason considered ripping up the contract in that moment. Maybe breaking his wrist too, would suffice.