<div align="center"><em>Nigel</em></div><hr/><br/>Nigel didn't care much for gender. If he liked someone, then he liked them. During off months from camp he did sleep around from time to time between fending off his mother's home from monsters, but lately he hadn't been that interested in anyone, "Daughter of Aphrodite?...eh...No thanks..." he still had issues with the daughters of Aphrodite after his first experience in his first year. They were always a little too charming for him. Nigel felt like he'd been tricked into losing his virginity to that one and that had soured him against nearly everyone in the Aphrodite cabin, or in the Hermes' Cabin if they hadn't been claimed, "I'm not all that crazy about red heads anyway," plus, if he was going to fool around with someone, he wanted a few branches between him and them on their family tree. Even better would be someone from a different tree altogether. That didn't mean he didn't look from time to time, or even act on it from time to time. Nigel just tried to keep it more private than some of the others.<br/><br/>He settled himself down on the edge of the fountain and put his foot in the water, not really caring if his jeans got wet or not. Sure, he could will them to not get wet, but what was the fun in that? Instead of caring about his clothing getting wet, he kicked his foot a little to try and splash his sister, "I heard someone talking about Chariot Races this year while I was swimming. Wanna give it a go? Dad did create horses, so we would stand a decent chance, don't you think?" Nigel was more interested in doing laps around the Sound than racing, but he knew Chiron would get onto him if he didn't participate in at least one thing this year.