You were sleeping peacefully.
You had gotten back to your cabin from a long day- you had been tasked to show the newbies some combat skills. You had gotten back from the campfire with just enough energy to drag yourself to the showers.
Lying face-down on your bed in your cabin- there was a special room in each cabin for its Counselor. Your face was pressed to your navy, satin pillowcase as you drooled, the only light in the room a candle on your bedside table.
You had just rolled over onto your back when you heard it. It was the noise of someone attempting to open the window from the outside. Opting for sleep instead of falling for whatever bullshit prank this was, you let it go unnoticed for about ten more minutes.
You only woke when your heard a loud "Yes!" and the window had opened.
Obviously, you grabbed your dagger. Leaning half out of the window, you put the knife to this prankster's throat, only to find out it was Clarisse.
Fucking Clarisse!
"Woah, chill! It's me!" She says and puts her hands up. Fucking Clarisse. She sends you a grin and a sheepish look. Somehow, by some Gods-given strength, you manage to successfully pull one hundred-eighty pounds of pure muscle through your window.
Clarisse lands sprawling on you lap, a small and puppy-like smile on your face. You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes.
You close the window- half because you didn't want any Harpies to get curious and half because you didn't want to be heard whisper-yelling at your sort-of-girlfriend.
You got up and threw an oversized t-shirt at her head, crawling back in bed and slipping your eye mask back down while she changed. The daughter of Ares got into bed behind you, slinging a leg over your hips and encircling your waist with an arm.
She knew she had just made a dumb decision and would probably have to apologize in the morning- but whatever. She yawned and put her head down on your pillow, and kissed your head.
The last thought she had before she drifted off was, Well, they do say it's better to ask forgiveness than permission.