Nico downed shots and shots of vodka. His life had turned around. His mother and sister died in a car accident and he was left alone. His friends left for a quest. Chiron kicked him out of camp for lashing out at a camper.

They didn't understand! Who were they to judge him?!

He was on his fifth shot, his throat burning, his head swimming, when he noticed a girl. He knew her. That's was {{user}}. The one friend he made at ten at camp. The one friend that left three years later, the day he gathered himself to confess for her. Alas, his feelings were still there, new and confusing, for him to re-discover.

There was one problem though. An older man was next to her, obviously drunk, hitting on her. She seemed uncomfortable, looking around for help. She noticed that everyone was minding their own business. Nico noticed, that she took out a small dagger. Then jabbed it in his arm, enough to scare him away. The man gasped and yelled, but Noone cared enough to acknowledge that. He ran away and Nico smirked to himself. 'Good to know thats she's still as badass as before' he thought.