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[ just for the record, america and clarisse should never, ever be allowed to hang out. seriously. they hit it off way too well for someone of clarisse's, er, disposition. but, come on, he has fucking raptors and he indulges her in her obsession with guns and shooting things. it's like a match made in a monthly subscription of guns & ammo.

tonight they aren't shooting anything, though. tonight they are getting wasted off their asses because clarisse still isn't allowed in the bar and america has moonshine in his bathtub and with the nightmares clarisse keeps having and the guilt that keeps eating away at her, she could really use a few drinks. she probably could just get a bottle of jack from the magic closet, but, you know, drinking by yourself is sad and lame. and clarisse is neither sad nor lame. she just wants to have a good time with the good ole united states of america.

but getting clarisse drunk is only asking for trouble. it's a good thing she can hold her own against giant metal bulls and ancient drakons, because, well... you'll all be getting a very drunken text about her newest victory. ]

I think i jsut punchd a raptro in t he face and survived

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[Even over text Eames can tell it's a sore subject. Perhaps it's because this is the shortest text so far. It must be difficult, to say the least, to have a father who is a god that you need to impress. His own mother is a living breathing mortal, yet she can still make him cower with the right expression.]

Well punching a raptor sounds in line with any Greek myths I heard. How are the family get togethers?

[ pretty much everything about the familial relationships between gods and demigods is a sore subject, especially for clarisse coming from the tailend of a war that was caused by a demigod because his dad didn't love him enough. clarisse gets it, to a point, but that doesn't mean luke was right. he got a lot of people killed trying to prove a point, including her best friend. ]

they aren't i onyl got to visit onlympus on afuckgin fiedl trip

[Maybe it's best to leave the family questions for some other time.]

If it makes you feel better, I never got to go any field trips when I was in school. My mother was too paranoid to sign the slips.

[Not that he could blame her, given her profession, but at the same time, it wasn't like she hadn't taught him how to take care of himself.]

[ even sober, it's probably not a good idea to ask too much about her family. she has a very complicated relationship with her dad. ]

at least getting to got o olympsu was rmeo tinersting than htes tudpid art musuem

What was it like?

[Hopefully it's a safe enough topic.]

[ it's a pretty safe topic, but still something she has to take a moment to think about. how does one describe olympus? ]

i dunno kidna liek heaven maeyeb all up int he claowds and glowign just with mroe like etemples and shit reallyl just awe isnpirigin

[Eames is pretty envious that she managed to go even with a field trip. There's a lot he wants to ask, but perhaps it's better to keep it light.]

It might be offensive to ask, but was everyone there wearing togas?

[ alright, that gets a snort out of her. it's not offensive at all, because, well, it's true. ]

belive it or not yeah probabyl jsut for the winter sotlatace or whateever thi bgi annual counicl ig uess they get all fancy for that otherwise they jsut look liek nroamal huamans dad usalyl waers a leather jacket adn sunglasess looks liek a real baddass

second war | text

[TEXT ] that comes from the candles during a candlelight dinner?

[TEXT ] are you trying to woo me mr eames

[ TEXT ] only if you don't burn all his hideous shirts

[ TEXT ] it's a date then

[ TEXT ] did u just hold his shirts hostage for a date : \

[ TEXT ] maybe........... /innocent whistling

[ TEXT ] that's pretty crafty. keeping my eye on you then. : \

[ TEXT ] fades away into the distance....