<div class="floatleft">(https://i3.lisimg.com/20131513/280full.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Stephanie Anne Weasley</span></span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Dionysus<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Aristotle's Office {Main House} --> Pool --> Dionysus Cabin<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Aristotle Simpson, Nicholas Trent, Gui Zhinan<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>After the Temple<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Flirtatious<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>See picture<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/>‘Damn it!’ Stephanie’s mind screamed at her when she realized her plans weren’t working out the way she had hoped.  It didn’t matter what else he said.  All of it was blocked out as she waited for him to quit moving those damn lips of his.  As he tried to touch her, Stephanie pulled away from him.  No man was going to touch her if he wasn’t on the table.  Fuck that shit!<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">”Whatever.”</span></span>Stephanie said when it appeared he was finally done blathering on.  Strutting back to the doorway, she stopped when she reached it and spoke without looking back at him.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">”You know, she’s never going to love you….especially not how you want to be loved.  Her legs will always be open for even Tom, Dick, and Sarah, and her heart will always be closed to you.  Your only chance was making her jealous.  Too bad you’re too blind to see that.</span></span>Looking back at the doctor, her eyes held only pity.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">”As a doctor, you’re supposed to heal everyone else when they get hurt.  But who’s going to heal you when you do?”</span></span><br/><br/>Without giving him a chance to respond, the redhead turned her back on him, straightened herself off, and strutted off like nothing had happened.  She would leave the poor doctor with a hopelessly romantic heart to think about what she had said.  Maybe one day, he would learn from his mistakes.  But whether or not that did happen, Stephanie was done playing her games with him…for now.  She would find some other victim to go to the Ball with.<br/><br/>As soon as she walked out the door, Stephanie’s question of who that new target would be was answered.  Laying just outside of the pool with glasses on was the water boy.  As if she hadn’t just tried to get Aristotle to take her, Stephanie strutted up to Nick, her hips swaying with every step.  When she got to him, she stood at his head, leaning over just enough for him to see that she was there.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">”Guess it’s your lucky day, Nick!</span></span>Stevie beamed as if she was announcing Nick had just won the lottery.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">”You get to escort me to the Ball tonight.  Wear something nice.”</span></span>Without giving him a chance to respond, Stephanie started strutting off again before turning back when she reached the edge of the pool.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">”Oh…And don’t make me regret this.”</span></span><br/><br/>Stephanie was about to turn to head into the Dionysus cabin when she heard her phone go off.  Pulling it out, the name on her phone put a mischievous smirk across her features.<em>”Well, of course.  What’s better than the pre-party, except of course the after party?”</em>She texted back, walking further down the path until she reached the Hades cabin.