<div align="center"><em>Clint finds a seat by the fire </em></div><hr/><hr/><br/>Because of his little set back, over by the forest he was not the luckiest when it came to seats that evening but it did not matter. Some faces he knew, some he would refuse to acknowledgment but he moved over and sat a little to close to the meat head sons (and daughter) of Ares. They were always worthy of drawing out a chuckle, the knuckle draggers really did know how to make him smile once in a while. It was better since it was far away from his cousin, a large wall of fire preventing the sight of the spawn of Zues. He already had enough of everything to make smores, waiting a little to start making them since he was not really hungry. Chatting a little with a few of Poseidon's flock, they caught up a little on what was going on the last few years. Friends were not very common to the son of Hades, with right reason.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center"><em>Vincent returns in time for some smores...and a little fun.</em></div><hr/><hr/><br/>Not even a day into the camp and he was starting to learn the layout, almost as if they were blue prints in his mind. His return to the large circle was slow as he was meeting and greeting people on the way down. He saw a few people move off into the woods and thought to warn them but they were out of sight before he could, some were retreating to the bunks for various reasons and he was compelled to go into the cabin of Aphrodite, and did!<br/>"Evening ladies..."<br/>He smiled and felt compelled to stay but they to where going towards the bonfire and he chose to follow them and seat with them. Scouting for Abigale he did not spot her at first, people were scrambling for graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate. Some of the girls opened their mouths in a seductive manner to which he would feed them, feeling his own lust grow the longer he was among them. As he got a little handsy the teases pushes him away and he simply decided to stop wasting his time as he mingled a little more and introduced himself. Some where friendly, others weren't as he made his way around the ring with a small sack of smore ingredients to share with someone.<br/><br/>