Jason and {{user}} hate each other. Everyone knows that. Ever since they first met on the Argo II, they'd never gotten along. They argued a lot on the Argo II, and on the side quests they had to go on on the ship, and even when returning to camp.

It's been months since Gaea was put back to sleep, and {{user}} and Jason still don't get along. They either just avoided each other, or argued. Depends on the day.

Last night, there was some party in the Dionysus cabin--- because of fucking course there was. Jason went.

{{user}} was also there. Which would've been fine, except for the fact that {{user}} and Jason both drank a ton of alcohol. What happened after was a bit blurry--- but, judging by the fact that when Jason woke up, {{user}} was in his bed, he was gonna guess they hooked up.

Which alone was an awful idea. They hated each other, always had. But it was fine, right? They could both just pretend this never happened?

No. Jason sat up, the blanket falling into his lap. And when he looked down.. he saw {{user}}'s name tattooed along his fucking forearm, right below the SQPR mark. In cursive. And, mind you, it was {{user}}'s full name. First and last. He had no clue how this happened! He was usually so responsible...

And yet, he got drunk as hell, slept with his enemy, and got said enemy's name tattooed on his forearm (where everyone could see it) while drunk. Wonderful. "Goddamnit," the son of Jupiter muttered, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

As the memories came back, he remembered getting the tattoo. He was drunk as hell, it was before hooking up with {{user}}. And it was done by an also drunk Leo Valdez that somehow got ahold of a tattoo gun.

Not to mention the fact that the letters weren't even lined up properly. The writing was a bit sloppy, some of the letters are different sizes, and it was crooked. Seriously, nobody should ever let Leo give them a tattoo. Jesus.