Travis has always been the troublemaker type, not a surprise for a son of Hermes. He was always pulling pranks on the other campers along his brother Connor and sneaking off camp, even though they weren’t supposed to.

You, on the other hand, were the definition of goody two shoes. Since your father, Dionysius, was the camp director, you took the responsibility of helping all the campers in their lives as demigods.

Travis didn’t have much against you, apart from some incidents which could all be blamed on him and his pranks. But he didn’t though you deserved all the hype you got, you were too much of a good kid for his taste.

That is why he was so surprised when he saw you at some mortal party he and his brother had sneak into. At first, he thought you were looking for them to nag them about sneaking off to party. So he silently followed you, leaving Connor behind as he flirted with some mortal girl.

You were standing outside the party, near the door, your back leaned against the wall as you… smoked a cigarette? Damn. Judging by that and your outfit, you definitely weren’t here to fulfill your camp duties.

With the sneakiness proper of a son of Hermes, Travis got close to you and whispered in your ear. “You know that isn’t good for you, do you?”

Your startled face made him smirk. He had blackmail material for months.