it wasn’t a shocker that the dionysus kids threw the best parties. pair that with the hermes cabin—known for their far too extensive connections—and you had a recipe for chaos.

the night ended with a spiked punch that left a good chunk of the campers tipsy, the music blaring loud enough to rattle the walls of the dionysus cabin.

leo was in his element, bouncing between groups and trying to drag jason into the action. but jason grace, the son of jupiter, wasn’t exactly one for rowdy parties.

“no thanks,” jason muttered when leo shoved a cup in his direction.

“you’re such a wuss, grace,” leo teased with a grin, but he didn’t push further.

jason wasn’t really bothered by the lack of a drink. no, something else entirely made his head spin, his heart pound, and his palms sweat.

{{user}}.

they were leaning against the far wall, a red solo cup in hand, their posture effortlessly cool despite the chaos around them. the colored lights of the party reflected in their eyes, and jason felt his breath hitch.

they looked so carefree, so unbothered. and jason? he was absolutely done for.

he didn’t even notice his feet moving until he was already halfway across the room, weaving between dancing demigods and cups of punch. confidence—or something resembling it—fueled him, but it faltered when {{user}}’s gaze shifted to him.

a sideways glance, one eyebrow slightly raised.

jason stopped in front of them, suddenly very aware of every awkward fiber in his body.

"hey, uh..." he scratched the back of his neck, forcing himself to meet their eyes. "i’m jason grace. son of... jupiter?"

why was he introducing himself? they had to know who he was, right? people always whispered about him, whether it was because of his reputation or his quests. but he was so nervous that he had to make sure.

smooth. so smooth.

but the way {{user}} smiled at him, tilting their head in mock consideration, made jason feel a little less like he’d just made a fool of himself. maybe, just maybe, this party wasn’t such a bad idea after all.