The night had been long; everyone was celebrating a big festival for once and all of Camp Half-Blood was partaking in the festivities. Unbeknownst to you, the demigod you were currently following along in a group dance was a dish guided Ares- he quite liked dancing after all and wanted to partake in the excitement. He of course was disguised to look like any other demigod that could’ve just slipped through your memory; thank Hecate for the mist still partially working on demigods.