<div align="center"><em>Mr. D</em></div><hr/><br/>Mr. D was grudgingly enjoying his Diet Coke. The smell of Clint's wine and the whiskey from the lame legged boy were still in his nose, reminding him of all the things he'd loved in life before coming here.<em>Fifty more years, fifty more years...</em>he told himself mentally everyday. All because of some stupid nymph. He knew how nymph were, yet he hadn't been able to keep his hands off. He watched the wood nymph teasing and taunting the Satyrs and sometimes the male campers. They never gave it up. Not even for a god. They promised that if you could catch them they would let you ravage them or at least get a kiss, but they were impossible to catch. Even he'd fallen for it several times in his life. Yet the one time he'd gone after one he knew he shouldn't, he got sent here. Now he couldn't see his beloved wife or drink wine. It was torture.<br/><br/>What was worse was that he was left babysitting the demigods. He rarely tried to actually protect them. They were heroes after all, they should be able to stand up to their name sake and fend for themselves.<br/><br/>As he took a bite of food, he got the scent of wine again. Merlot, to be exact. Not the same one that Clint had thrown into the fire earlier. This one was aged better and mixed with the scent of a flower. Being a young God still, he sometimes had trouble figuring out who exactly a prayer or blessing came from, unless it was from one of his children. Mr. D hadn't sired a child in nearly a hundred years, so he knew it couldn't of come from one of them. But he knew someone wanted something from him. His mind got a nearly clear image of himself, naked, and grinding against someone, another man. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger.<br/><br/>Who dared think of him that way?! Dionysus was not one to stand for such things. He knew it was someone that knew his physical form, so it had to be someone in this camp. A male demigod imagining him in such a way!<br/><br/>His eyes scanned the crowd of campers, trying desperately to figure out who would do such a thing. Obviously it had to be some kind of joke. None of them would be stupid enough to do such a thing and be serious about it. Would they? The world was a much different place these days. The children, even the demigods, were more defiant and rude, "...no respect..." he growled before pushing his plate away and heading to the amphitheater for the usual bonfire. It wasn't far from the dining pavilion. A few of the campers had already migrated there and he settled himself down into a comfortable lawn chair. Closing his eyes and listening to the sound of the fire crackling and popping. While he didn't enjoy being around the kids, he did enjoy the smell of the smores.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr/><br/>Abigale did think it was a little funny that someone would willingly give their things to her. It wasn't that she wanted to steal. Usually it happened without her noticing. She hadn't broke into anything for a good reason in a long time. A lot of times she held back the urge to steal just because she knew it was a trait passed onto her by her father, "I'll keep this stuff for you," she nodded lightly, "And I'll see you at the bonfire. I'll make sure to save you some chocolate for a smore," the chocolate always ran out before the rest of the stuff. A lot of people ate the chocolate by itself.<br/><br/>She headed towards the amphitheater, shoving Vincent's things into her pockets. Without thinking, she pushed the iTouch into the opposite pocket. Abigale would find it later and likely feel a bit guilty about it. The bonfire was still small and a few kids were already sitting around it chatting and eating smores. Mr. D was laying out on a chair. For some reason she always heard a bunch of girls giggling over him. She just thought he was a lazy drunk that was being denied his favorite alcohol for a while. Abigale didn't see what so great about him. A lazy god. Then there was all the fuss about Chiron. Sure, his human half was ruggedly handsome, but she was very put off by the horse part.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, she found one of her brothers and started talking about the summer. He'd gone home to his mortal mother for the summer and they got attacked by a cyclops. He'd managed to kill it. Later in the summer he'd gotten arrested for hot-wiring a Mustang. Abigale scolded him for it, but couldn't help asking if it was a good ride. He said it was.