The music dazzled across the dance floor, lights shining from the disco ball. The annual Camp Jupiter dance was full of idiots who snuck in alcohol, like you. The sweetest, yet dumbest Praetor at camp.

Reyna was with a few of her friends, some centurions at camp, but she was not paying attention. Reyna's eyes were scanning across the room. She was looking for something... Or someone. You. But you were no where to be seen. You love parties like this, but Reyna could just not find you.

She was looking everywhere for you, but to no avail. Finally, she checks the bathroom. You were sitting there, in an open stall, crying your heart out. Your face was swollen red with tears. She approaches you and gently rests her hand on your cheek.

"Are you alright?" She calmly asks, the tone not suiting her muscular self.