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"Can you get me some wine please?" Cori asked Peter in response to his offer. She noticed herself blushing when He told her that she was pretty. But she didn't really want him to see that.
Apparently her origin was funny or nothing to be concerned about. Peter once again showed his great deductive skills. Though she felt bad for Hephaestus and his offspring.
When Peter went of to fetch some drinks, Cori looked around at the scene. There was drinking, some defenitely underage. Not that she had a problem with that. She had done a lot of that herself as well. There was people kissing. Nothing unusual for a party. Except that the intensity seemed to be on the next level. And the fighting was new too. Tables breaking wasn't something she had seen outside of movies.

A big blonde guy came running past her angrily. Or frustrated. Or, sad? was this something where she was needed? Observing the breaker of tables as he continued partying as if nothing happened, Cori decided that it was definitely a case of sadness. She wanted to help out and sit with him on the couch. But then he suddenly left. Through the window she could see the direction he was leaving in. Following him was probably weird, but she was intrigued by this guy. His jacket was still on the couch. That was enough of an excuse for Cori to take the jacket and follow tablecrusher into the night. She would return soon enough, she told herself. Peter wouldn't even have to wait for her.

She took the jacket and left the party again. It was getting cold and she decided she could wear the jacket. Not that he would find out if she'd take it off before he could see her in it. Cori hurried in the direction she had seen him leave. He was not in sight anymore but she would probably catch him if she accelerated her pace.
She ran past one of complexes and a few steps around the corner, she suddenly noticed him sitting on a bench. She halted.
There was another girl with him. Neither of them looked very happy. Well this is certainly awkward.

"Uhm hi" She said to the guy. "You forgot your jacket."
She took it off and stretched out her arm towards him with the jacket in her hand.

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Zeke glanced over at his half-sister who had taken a seat next to him. He wasn't really in the mood to talk, but if there was anyone he could talk to about this whole mess, it was her. He leaned as far back as he could, his back unusually slump, further revealing his awful mood. He opened his mouth in attempt to say something, but the words didn't come out. He was humiliated, hurt, and angry. If he was in his apartment, he would be breaking a dozen punching bags right about now. He took a deep breath and tried again. "...I... Clar.... She... This guy..." he mumbled incoherently. Well, at least he was getting some words out this time.

Before he could fully say anything to explain why he was so upset, a dark-haired girl approached the siblings, handing him his jacket. He gave her a weak-spirited smile. "Oh, thanks..." he said in a low, husky voice. "You can keep it on if you're cold. I don't get cold too easily..." Actually, he normally did not need a jacket. He usually wore it just for the looks of it, or in case a pretty girl was 'feeling cold'. Though right now, he was not really in the mood to flirt. He appreciated the girl's kindness anyways.

"So, I guess you saw everything, huh?" he sighed, exasperated. "Let me just catch my beloved Sister up to speed. So tonight I told Clarissa how I felt about her and things were going great... until I left her for one second and came back to see her making out with another guy. I really should have seen it coming. I really am an idiot, aren't I? Anyways, so I pushed the guy and eventually came out here to clear my head."

Realizing that his sister may take this as a sign to destroy Clarissa, he added, "Stella, don't do anything. I know you want to protect me and get revenge for me because I'm your 'little brother' and all, but it's really not cool if my older sister fights my battles, you know?"

He straightened himself back up, feeling a bit better now that he talked about it. He turned to Corinthe and asked. "Want me to walk you back to the party or wherever? Just as a thanks for coming all the way out here for my jacket." He ran his fingers through his blond hair, shyly. He was embarrassed that a girl he didn't know had to see him like this. After all, he had a reputation to maintain.

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Delilah gave a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, you're okay. Let me see your injuries. I have some bandages and stuff in my purse, thankfully." she said, already getting the first aid-kit out of her bag. She then began to disinfect his cuts. "Sorry if this stings a little..."

"No it's fine, " Jay said softly, wincing his eyes from the discomfort he felt each time the cloth touched his injuries.

After a few minutes of disinfecting and placing band-aids, she was somewhat satisfy with her work. But now she had to make sure he didn't have a concussion or anything. "My name is Delilah, most people call me Lilah," she said, introducing herself formally before she asked some basic questions. It was the polite thing to do. "Do you know your name and where you are right now?"

"Delilah, it's nice to meet you," Jay said smiling,
"I'm Jay," he said, "I'm at the party."

She gave him a soft smile. "Jay, nice to meet you too. Okay, I think it's safe to say that you do not have a concussion, so yay!" She clapped her hands in delight. Then he helped him back up to his feet. "You're not dizzy or anything, right? Do you want me to get you a cup of water, or maybe some ice?"

She hoped that he didn't think she was smothering him or anything. She was genuinely worried about his well-being, though she did not understand what had happened. But she will ask about that later once everything was settled. She did not want to pry in anything that wasn't her business.

"I don't think there's any water left," Jay joked, his laugh short as one hand lightly gesturing to the collapsed table and the other to his clothing, "but thank you," he smiled.

"Oh, right. Haha! My bad," she giggled awkwardly. She was starting to feel a bit stupid but she did her best not to show it.

Though he still have a killer headache, Jay seemed to have gotten off lucky. The patching up that Delilah had done to his cuts and scrapes made him feel better. Granted, he still felt pain on his body, which was to be expected, but he didn't seem to feel as much pain, so that was a plus. Though, there was still the matter of Clarissa and how she was the middle of all of this.Jay didn't know how he would approach her about this. He didn't even know if he would now.

"I should probably say something to her.." Jay said suddenly, though his voice was low. It wasn't low enough that it would be inaudible, but it wasn't necessarily loud, either.

She focused her attention over to Clarissa who seemed to be busy talking to Vi about something. Delilah bit her lower lip as she turned back to Jay. "Okay, cool. I'll just leave you to it. I'll see you around?" she said, though she was unsure whether or not that was the right move.

"Oh, yeah sure, " Jay said surprised. He thought she didn't hear what he thought he said to himself, "Yeah, you'll definitely see me at school - I mean, if I'm not the pariah of the academy," Yup, that's what he was fearing tomorrow, but that wasn't his focus at the moment.

Deciding to leave the two to talk, she took a place next to Vi and whispered to her, "I think we should get going. I'm sure they have a lot to discuss and we shouldn't bother them."

Stella watched her brother with a weird face as he was trying to explain to her what had happened at the party. "Spit it out, Zeke!" She gave him a slight pat on the back with a laughter escaping over her lips then eyed the girl that had walked up towards them, holding Zeke's jacket. Stella studied over the girl and noticed that she was a daughter of Hades. 'Yuck.' Stella thought to herself but eyed Zeke as it seemed that he was lighting up right now. She raised a slight brow towards him when he said that he had to catch her up to speed. 'Damn, what all did I miss?' She asked herself, waiting to hear what Zeke had to say.

When Zeke finally told her what was wrong, honestly, it set a fire inside of her as she was already plotting in her head on what to do with Clarissa. She knew that she didn't like the little slut from day one and now, after hearing this, wasn't going to make them the best of friends. Zeke knew her too well as he told her not to do anything towards Clarissa. 'Too late.' She thought to herself while looking at Zeke. "No, you're not an idiot. She's a slut. Sorry to be harsh here but what else can I call her after hearing this." Stella commented after he was done. "Don't worry, I am not going to fight your battle for you this time." She said while getting up and straightening out her clothes.

"Actually, why don't you and her here stay out here and talk awhile? I am actually going to go to the party after all. Toodles." She wiggled her fingers towards them both with a smile then walked off. Her heels clicked a bit lightly against the ground beneath her as she edged her way towards the party. Upon entering, her eyes scanned the perimeter for Clarissa and once she was spotted, Stella made a scolding face but then turned it to a smiling face as she went up to Clarissa, who was chatting with Vivian. "Hello there, ladies. I hate to break this up but I must talk to this one." Stella eyed them both then pointed her index finger towards Clarissa while basically shooing away Vivian.

Her ocean blue eyes pierced through Clarissa as she stared into her eyes. "So, you want to be a little dumb whore tonight, I see? Not surprised since you are the daughter of Aphrodite." Stella spoke towards Clarissa long and harshly then walked up a little closer towards her, whispering in her ear. "Your days are now numbered and you might want to watch your back. You just pissed off the wrong somebody, sweetheart and I suggest you think about your actions and words before speaking towards me, right now." Stella said while looking at Clarissa, giving her a chance to respond to her but even though she shouldn't give her the time of day right about now. She was beyond pissed at this point.

Stella really wanted to beat the poor girl up and down the apartment complex but was going to save that moment for a day in class or something, hopefully. She was fuming right now and it could definitely be seen as she stood there with a look of disgust plastered upon her face, not really wanting to hear what Clarissa has to say but she guess that she could at least listen.

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As Clarissa spoke with Vivian; she soon noticed her friend Delilah walking back over. Biting her lower lip; her brown eyes glanced over at Jay who was still by the broken table. She needed to talk to him; she felt her heart sinking any time she wondered what he might think of her right now....it wasn't going to be an easy conversation. But she could at least hope that Jay might listen to her. Maybe this was not the place to have this conversation; not with everyone here that witnessed the scene. This was not the evening she thought it would be. She was just dreading seeing Zeke around school and having to deal with his sister...and her brother went the time would come.

The Daughter of Aphrodite felt her heart sink when she saw Stella approaching her and she clenched her jaw slightly. Swallowing she felt uneasy. Did Zeke send his big sister to kick her ass now? The thought entered her head almost straight away; unless Stella was just fighting Zeke's battle behind his back. If she wasn't the daughter of Zeus, she wouldn't have the guts to threaten people and act like she owned the school. Clarissa couldn't stand the blonde haired Demi-Goddess.

Clarissa glared slightly as she heard Stella's insult; not looking very pleased with her appearance at the party. "I know what you think of me...no need to tell me that in person! Maybe your brother had made the mistake of thinking I had feelings for him...so don't go around calling me a whore. When that's the last thing I am being right now!" Clarissa retorted. She didn't even care if Stella wanted to hear her answer or not; but she was talking to her anyways. "Maybe you and most of the school, don't even know me as well as they all think they do. You included." Clarissa then felt her breath against her skin and her brown eyes seemed to darken towards Stella as she heard the threats.

She folded her arms across her chest as she looked at Stella, not bothering to address her any more further than this. Stella never considered her actions and words towards people...so why should Clarissa do just that? As there was silence between the two of them; she knew that Stella would probably want to beat her around the bend right now.

Clarissa couldn't help but feel a knot in her stomach; Jay along with the rest of the people here probably heard this and it would make talking to him about this situation that much harder. As if Stella just didn't make her feel more worse than she already felt before she showed up; Clarissa couldn't help but feel a little humiliated. That was just the way the daughter of Zeus made her feel right now; also intimidated. It had been one of the reasons she always avoided Stella and Zeke...now it was just that much worse because she had actually spoke to Zeke and he thought that she felt something for him.

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He was nice.
"Ow, thanks. yeah actually I am kinda cold." She put his jacket back on, slightly embarrased.
The girl didn't look at her very friendly. but Cori decided to ignore that.
Actually she hadn't seen everything that had happened at the party. just from a distance she had seen how blondy had pushed another guy into the table. So she just nodded and was glad she didn't have to explain those details as the guy would tell the story to.. -his sister apparently.

From what he told them, Cori saw how the misunderstandings and feelings could form this situation. How this Clarissa might not have been into him but probably had expressed that poorly. And now he was hurt and intuitively felt the need to hurt the guy that was probably not to blame.
The sister was getting more tense with every word he said. She was definitely not a fan of Clarissa. She looked kinda scary when she left.

Cori sat down next to the blonde demi-god and took a deep breath. The night air was nice. The atmosphere was suddenly a lot calmer now that the sister had left.
"That must've been hard." She told him quietly. Maybe he didn't want to talk about it more, and that would be fine. It was just that she wanted him to feel safe to do so if he did feel like saying more about the matter.
"I'm Cori by the way." She said with a soft smile. "I really like your jacket."
It was very comfy indeed.

"Let's walk around for a while." She replied to his proposal. She didn't want to go back to the party just yet. He didn't seem to be in a party mood. And besides, she wanted to get to know him a bit better.
"What's your name?"

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”I suppose you‘re right,” Vivian said, pouting slightly.

After Vivian had asked Clarissa about Jay, the former revealed that she didn’t know much aside from his name, which was just as much as Vivian knew. Vivian pouted slightly. She wanted to know more about the mysterious new guy at the academy. She wanted to know exactly who he was. If not for her curiosity, then perhaps to get an understanding of what he’s like. Though, Clarissa was probably right about him having his reasons. If anyone would know - be it tonight or sometime in the near future - it would be Clarissa, since they seem to be a bit close.

”Perha--”

Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, Vivian felt a light tug on her left arm. She turned her head to see who it was and she saw Delilah with Jay a single meter behind her. Lilah would say that they should leave and let Jay and Clarissa talk about whatever that they needed to talk about.

Initially, Vivian gave a disapproving pouting sound. She didn’t want to leave, but then came Delilah’s silent look that could only be described with the mental words “I insist”. Vivian shrugged at the thought and waved goodbye to Jay and Clarissa. However, before she could do that, in came the self-appointed ‘Queen Bee’ of Olympus Academy; The all-around Bitch and the daughter of the Zeus, Stella McGuire. She had showed Vivian - and Delilah it would seem - away as if they were lower beneath her or something.

Vivian wasn’t much for hate. In fact, she never hated. She saw the feeling of hate to be a negative one and Vivian saught to not have negative emotions in her being. She was a beacon of happiness and positivity. However, there always came a time when even the most positive person gets dragged by hate’s corrupted tentacles and fills a person up with it. That’s what it felt like for Vivian whenever Stella walked into the room. She acted so above everyone else. It was like anyone that wasn’t the child of Zeus was beneath her, even those that were the children of her father’s own brothers. Vivian swore she’d never hate, but there came a very strong dislike when it came to Stella.

Grumbling inaudible words under her breath - most likely curse words - Vivian started to walk away from Stella, but that was until she started to hear what Stella was saying to Clarissa, and it was harsh. Like, beyond anything reasonable. Sure, like her mother, Clarissa was a bit loose when it came to men, but nowhere in hell did she deserve all of the crap that Stella was saying. Calling her a whore had gotten under Vivian’s skin so much. It got to the point where, even though Vivian would be causing a scene at the party, she was one step away from showing Stella that she couldn’t do that. She was going to show her that she wasn’t as high and mighty as she would like herself to believe.

Just as Vivian took a step forward, she stopped in her tracks.

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When Delilah had took her leave(or so Jay thought she would), he was working up the nerve to walk up to Clarissa and attempt to talk to her about what happened, but there were several things that were getting in the way. First, his mixed feelings about how everything went down from the blonde guy knocking him down and how Clarissa led him on. For a moment, Jay felt like he was in the same boat as that guy, but then he realized that something different was going on with him and Clarissa than it was with Jay and Clarissa. So, that wasn’t what was holding Jay back. It was actually what came next.

A storm of golden superiority took Clarissa by storm and ripped into her as if she was the one to blame. Jay, though he was a few feet away, still heard what anyone of earshot heard and that was the blonde called Clarissa a dumb whore. Now, whether it was something in Jay that felt deeply for Clarissa or that word as a whole, he began gritting his teeth. His fists clenched as it an anger was boiling up inside him. His arms started to stiffen up, as if he was forcing his muscles to their maximum, but Jay wasn’t that strong. Regardless, he still felt there was something in him that was about to burst; something that perhaps would bring all of what he was feeling to a full-circle.

And then he took a big step.

Jay, without even realizing it, had injected his body between the blonde and Clarissa. Though his body was still cut up, he managed to get between them. His brows furrowed, a sight of arm in front of Clarissa as to protect her from the blonde and Jay’s body a mere half of a foot away from the blonde’s. Whatever Jay was doing, he wasn’t going to stand for it any longer.

It was probably a half of minute of staring at the high-and-mighty blonde before Jay spoke, “listen,” Jay said, eyes not wavering from the view in front of him, “I don’t know what your problem with Clarissa is, but judging her based off of who her mother isn’t fair.” Jay said, his voice gleaming with a protection-like sound to it. Jay didn’t know what he was doing. He had to have been out of his mind. Not only did he actually walk up to the eye of the storm, but now he was speaking to the originator of that very storm. Then, just as Jay was about to say something, Clarissa retorted back a piece of her own. He smiled as he looked back at her, but Jay came back to the view of the blonde. “You heard her, right? Whoever you are to that blonde guy, she didn’t have any intentions on leading him on, “ Jay said, defending Clarissa to the blonde.

Stella made another scolding face as Clarissa started talking. Like who was she to speak towards her. Anyways, Stella shifted her weight to one side of her body and listened to the brunette before her and rolled her eyes. She didn't believe the words that were uttered from her lips from one second and she really wanted to punch the little demigod and destroy with more than words but that might come at a later time. She chuckled a little at Clarissa's response then sat her clutch purse down. She knew that Clarissa had people defending but Stella didn't need anyone to back her up.

"Look, even though my brother expressed his feelings for you to your face, you didn't have to kiss another guy in front of him. Should've been more careful, don't you think?" She asked then saw a male come between them now. "Uhm, don't you know that it is not safe to get in between two ladies while they are talking? Watch it, boy." Stella snapped immediately then felt her ears twitch when the boy started speaking. 'These demigods got balls tonight, I see.' She thought to herself while looking at the boy now.

"Again, who are you?" She side stepped the boy and eyed Clarissa. "Looks like the little girl got people to defend her. How common." She walked closer to Clarissa then did a hair flip, letting her blonde, curled up locks breeze in the face of Clarissa. "I'll take my leave since I spoke my claim." She grabbed her clutch purse then eyed the boy again. "Step to me again and you'll regret it. And that is not a threat, it's a fucking promise. Now, move." She pushed the boy to the side with the little strength she displayed.

Upon exiting the outside of the apartment of Dallas, she eyed Skye and waved towards him with a smile. "Your sister is now on my shit list. You will never be there though, handsome." She poked his nose with her index finger before walking away with a smirk. She knew that Zeke wasn't going to be too happy about hearing what she did behind his back but she didn't do it for him, she did it because somebody had to.

Far from the odious, oblivious fool many unfortunately interpreted him to be, Jonas was in fact acutely aware of the happenings around the room. In fairness, this was no difficult feat-- the collective gasps and "oh"s that accompanied a demigod tantrum spiral were, of course, ubiquitous. He would have to be deaf, blind, and arguably even incapable of smelling to be caught unawares of such things. So, perhaps this paragraph was indeed a pointless space-filler, seeing as even a "jock" would catch wind of the Children of The Gods acting like middle schoolers having their first argument about ~girls~.

No matter! A new player had thrown herself into their midst, with a righteous tone and dissatisfied edge to her very state of being! Those legs combined with that open disdain for this event and Dallas's organization of it could only belong to one person! Late to the party as always...

"Ah, Elize! I was just beginning to believe you would have to IMAGINE the fire!" he called in greeting, now able to genuinely smile as his dear sister had made it eminently clear that yes, she was in full control of her temper after all. Dallas, simply put, knew exactly what he was doing and she likely did as well.

...Such a strange game the two of them played.

"...Or we all will." he added, as one of the three or four inflamed members of the fracas left in a huff, leaving the room not in ashes, as was expected.

Thusly, Dallas does not have my permission to die.

Breaking away from the strange compulsion to quote The Dark Knight Rises (fucking internet, man), he watched as the tension slowly dispersed and the party returned to some semblance of normalcy. With a shrug of his brawny shoulders, he turned back to the Huntress's daughter with a nonplussed expression.

"Guess that's not happening after all. So, uh... Hi. What brings you here?"

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He stood there frozen, but didn’t waver in his expression. Jay didn’t want to show any sign of fear of the mean blonde. He didn’t want to show that what she was saying actually got to him. Well, maybe not exactly what she said, but in the way she said it. Jay felt that kind of movement-freezing fear that could only be invoked by someone who believed every word that they were saying and then some. As sweat dripped down his arms, Jay felt the strong forcible push that the blonde did to him, moving him a half of a meter to the left, and turning his body in a counterclockwise position as he saw the blonde leave.

“Geez, that Stella has some nerve, coming into the party and ripping into you two like that. IT‘s her idiotic brother, Zeke, that caused all of this.” Vivian said, her face full of disgust for Stella as she spoke to Jay and

Stella and Zeke - those are their names, huh?

Jay looked over at Vivian and Delilah as they, along with everyone else, were looking at Stella leave the party. Jay couldn’t help but think about what she said and how she didn’t just threaten him, but promised Jay that she would make him regret ‘stepping on her’. Jay didn’t know what that meant exactly, but he didn’t have to. He knew that it wasn’t good.

Jay turned around, facing Clarissa, his eyes looking at her worryingly. “Are you alright?” He asked her, a comforting hand on her shoulder.

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Turning the locket around in her hand to where the dial faced her, Raven gently twisted the dial. She heard the clicking of tumblers inside of the locket and suddenly, beautiful piano music began to play from the locket. She smiled briefly, something that was rare for her these days, before the edges of her lips fluttered back down to a frown. The locket had been her mother's and it would play her favorite song Clair De Lune on piano. It was a neat invention, way before it's time, and Raven, with shaking hands, neatly tucked it back underneath her sweatshirt. She had her hood pulled up close around her face and was looking at the apartment a few feet away that she stood outside.

She took a deep breath and was about to walk inside when she saw a pretty blonde thing storming out. She paused and looked down at her hand, making sure that it was the correct address the person at the Academy had told her. She hadn't exactly gone to the Academy before and didn't know if she was the only Hermes's child or what... But from the look of this girl, it would be interesting. Shoving her hands back into her pockets, she approached the blonde girl, who was fuming as she walked away.

"It looks like some rubbed you the wrong way," Raven said with a smirk, brushing her short blonde fragments out of her face and back behind her ear. The girl was well dressed, as where Raven was in jeans and a sweatshirt. "Name's Raven. Raven Daemon. I'm supposed to be going to a party for Olympus Academy, but since I just joined last week, I didn't know exactly where to go." She smirked and tucked her hands in the pockets of her hoodie. "But if people are storming out, I don't think I wanna go."

She leaned back on her heels and looked at the blonde. She was slightly uncomfortable, as, if she was in the right place, this chick would be the same as her and Raven didn't exactly want to meet any of Zeus's or Hades's kids quite yet, as she was sure they had a lot. She brushed back her hood to get a better look at the girl. "So who are you? Daughter of Aphrodite? " She rolled her eyes. " You know what? Don't care, actually at the moment. Will you just tell me if I'm in the right place?"

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Roze had to say, she was somewhat pleasantly surprised at Tara's response. Usually, the 'meathead' comment worked pretty well to dissuade bullies from targeting her. She'd used it all of her life; if that didn't get rid of them, additional insults would end up with the mentioned bullies going to find a new target. Because of her young looks and fairly small stature, Roze had been targeted plenty of times in her life; however, she'd quickly learnt that most bullies didn't want to pick on someone who could stick up for themselves from the word go.

Clearly, this Tara wasn't a bully. (Although, it would be fair to assume she was, what with her more than violent entrance and insulting introduction to herself and Dallas.) Which meant that Roze could react in a more measured manner.

Although the comments regarding parents stung a little bit (What with a dead Mother and Poseidon winning the Sucky-dad-of-the-Year award; not that she was going to start whining about that. That was not something to use as an excuse to stop arguing.), she couldn't help but crack a smile at Tara's patronizing tone, and the additional ABBA song, which was a nice touch. That kinda made her annoyance at the additional 'little-girl' quips evaporate.

Holding her hands in the air, palms facing Tara in defeat, Roze gave the girl a disarming smile.
"Alright, you win." She chuckled. "I'm not looking to get into an argument with you; I was just sticking up for myself." She said, then hesitated, swiftly retracting her hands from the air and folding them across her chest, realizing that her scars had just been on full view.
"I kinda have to stick up for myself a lot. As you so wittily observed, I'm not the oldest gal here." She said, then paused once again, smile growing. "On the other hand, I'm also not the shortest, which is a pleasant change for me."

Tara smirked slightly. So the tiny tang could give as well as take. "Shortness means a low center of gravity. All the better to knock your infantile block off." If Tara's eyes caught the scars, nothing more than a slight flicker in her pupils would have indicated any kind of recognition--and her glare constantly glimmered with anger.

"Hey, why do you think I'm retreating? I'm not interested in... well, in acting like those idiots there." Roze retorted, eyes going to look at the whole predicament occurring between the Zeus kids and the other couple. From what she could tell, Zeke was a guy who didn't realize he was firmly in the friendzone and had lashed out like a hormonal pre-teen because of it, and his sister was just a huge bitch, who obviously relished at humiliating and insulting others. Those were the kind of bullies Roze had had to deal with - and she had a pretty good feeling that they would be clashing some time during term. They were both daughters of the Big Three, at the very least.
"How about we start over? I'm Roze, and I apologize. Clearly I assumed the worst about you, which was... pretty unfair, but what with that *fantastic* entrance of yours, it was expected." Roze continued, eyes going back to the angry girl before her. She did seem a little less pissed off...

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Even though he had entered during the aftermath of the fight, Peter could work out pretty well what had been going on, from snatches on conversations heard around the room - and of course, the almost cat-fight going on between the blonde and the brunette. Peter silently commended the guy for getting in between them, but Peter had been tempted himself. Hell, he didn't even know these girls, but he could tell what blondie was saying was way over the top. There was a little hellion if ever he saw one.
Despite losing Cori pretty much straight away, he deduced that she had probably gone back outside for some reason. Grabbing a cool beer from the cooler and pouring out some wine (They had it in bottles- he was expecting boxed. Suppose being a Demi-God does have it's advantages.), he headed back to the front door when a familiar and beautiful piece of music drifted to his ears. Despite being much quieter than the pumping music of the party, he could hear it perfectly. Claire de Lune. Debussy. Not particularly a personal favourite, but he admired great works like that all the same.

Peter caught the tail end of the conversation outside as he stepped out, following the music.
"You got the right place." Peter addressed the new, casually-dressed blonde, angry Zeus blonde inbetween them. "I'm afraid to say the drama is over, unless you choose to follow this one outside." He added in a chuckle, glancing at Stella, not particularly caring if he irritated the fuming girl further. Walking past the two girls, he noticed a chain just concealed under the second girl's sweatshirt. The music was way too pure to have been coming from a phone - it always made it sound tinny or created echoes. That meant a music box. No-one carried music boxes around with them, so it must be concealed. Ergo, locket music box. Rare and beautiful sights, these things were, but he'd seen enough to know they existed.
"Nice necklace by the way. Debussy was a wonderful composer." He said with a grin before continuing on his way outside.

Dallas wasn't overly concerned by Tara and Roze using him as a buffer; if Tara was gonna swing on her, she wouldn't have wasted time snarking - Dallas himself was a special case - and gotten right to stepping up. From what he saw of Roze, the younger girl was too busy eye-fucking him level headed to let herself get baited by the notoriously bait-throwing daughter of Ares. This pretty much came with the territory of knowing Tara. It wasn't what had made Dallas' gaze start to smolder angrily, or shrug off his jacket and place it on the table underneath his elbows to give his arms some mobility in case swings started getting thrown.

His gaze was still on the void left behind by Zeke. Clarissa Price had only been a must-invite because of Zeke, and personally to Dallas there wasn't much there but a cute, vapid bitch, pretty much the human equivalent of a penny. It cost a fuck of a lot more to get in her in your hand than she was actually worth at the end of the day. But Dallas didn't really know her and Zeke seemed really interested, so yeah, sure, swinging an invite for Clarissa and her brother wasn't the end of the planet or anything. The no-sisters rule, on the other hand, had been pretty strictly agreed on before going into this, and the second that Zeke's sister - kind of a babe, but also a major tightass, if Zeke was to be believed - stormed in and locked on to Clarissa, the son of Apollo had the fiery feeling that he was about to watch some Hiroshima shit go down in what would have otherwise been a perfectly fine living room, devoid of holes in the floor or ceiling.

This is where a bouncer would have come in handy.

Does Zeke know about this? There's no way Zeke would know about this. He'd be fucking livid. He'd storm right into the apartment and--

...

Oh, fuck's sake.

That's all he needed. Menopause and Manopause, twins of the sky god, trapped in his apartment with a shitload of anger issues. If that came to pass, he wouldn't just have a ruined living room, he might be homeless. He'd spend the whole first semester living out of a Mazda Miata and showering with a fire hydrant, like he lived in fucking Little Italy. Yeah, no. That wasn't about to fly.

And then, just as Dallas leaned forward to jump the counter and step in front of the suicidal demigod who had been trapped in a figure-four lip lock with Clarissa, Stella left. Just like that. Dallas' muscles almost visibly uncoiled, and his eyes looked more like eyes and less like blue bonfires.

"Au revoir!" Dallas muttered after her, taking a drink of his beer and spinning his medallion around an index finger quickly. "Good luck trying to make fetch happen!"

This place was gonna give him high blood pressure one day.

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Elize could only watch briefly as the train wreck of events occurred just outside the house. These people played like children, squabbling over little more than a kiss when obviously all of their parents had been more than a little promiscuous. What more could they expect from one another, Elize was never one to lay claim to anything really. The creatures of the forest were somewhat hers but she wasn't their owner. Owning another demigod was really a rather silly concept to start with. Her blue eyes watched intently, zoning in on the chaos as she reached easily for a drink from the fridge.

Dallas had run off to perhaps do damage control but one other party remained in the kitchen with her, the only son of Aries. She was a bit surprised when he spoke to her but her face remained as placid as she could allow it to be in such a situation of mass chaos. "My mother insisted that I come. Otherwise I would have rather been doing something slightly more pleasurable than watching this sort of squabbling over a kiss. It's rather silly honestly, being so offended over something like that." The Huntress' daughter replied, her voice was easily high but soft and smooth like the song of a nightingale or a dove perhaps.

Her lips had been painted a bright startling red, another firm request from her mother, but her eyes were lined with black making them appear a brilliant sapphire blue. She idly poured herself a glass of wine, blue eyes flickering up to peer at Jonas as she awaited his reply. He was quite a bit easier to get along with than his sister but that was of little matter to Elize, she wasn't particularly fond of being social with other female demigods or humans for that matter.

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Well. No one seemed to have noticed his entrance, but having witnessed the catfight, James couldn't say he was surprised. With a mental shrug, he entered the apartment through the window. This was still a party, and he was an entertainer. His eyes swept the area for a table, and found only the bar. Perhaps the people there would let him use that for his tricks. Weaving deftly through the crowds, he made his way over.

"Pardon me, ladies, sir." He nodded politely to each one in turn. "As you can probably see, I am a magician, and I was wondering if you might let me use a section of the bar for my tricks? I would use the table, but it's no longer functional, so..." He shrugged, knowing that the demigods in front of him would have to be blind and deaf to have missed the earlier excitement.

James looked over the three people in front of him discretely, assessing build, clothing, and expression. The smaller girl, he cataloged as probably not a threat. The older girl, definitely a threat. Go careful with this one. The boy, possibly a threat. He wouldn't know more until he saw them all in action, but his initial assessment usually warned him who to watch out for.

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Clarissa could see the look on Stella's face when she spoke to her. The cold, steely glare was degrading. According to Stella, most of the Demi-Gods were beneath her...because they were not the children of Zeus. Clarissa wasn't sure if she was expecting Stella to believe her or not....she hadn't exactly given people a reason to believe her; only Vivian and Jay seemed to be on her side and see something that not most people could. The look made her blood turn cold and she could feel a shiver creeping up her spine in that very moment.

Before could blink and utter another word to the Queen Bee-Jay was in front of her in a rather protective manner. Clarissa heard him defending her and she gently touched his back; she wasn't sure if it was for security or just her silent way of thanking him for stepping in when he did. As he was defending her; she just knew how genuine her feelings for Jay were. He was unlike anyone she had ever met before; there was just something about him that drew her in and made her heart beat a little faster. He might have been shy, but he was incredibly sweet and brave to stand up to Stella.

Clarissa sighed as she heard Stella go on about how she had gotten people to defend her. 'Makes sense she would think that about me, even if I didn't do anything.' She couldn't help but think to herself. Noticing Vivian who stood near by; she could register the look of disgrace and shock towards Stella who seemed to be ripping into her and Jay more by the moment. Clarissa wasn't sure if Vivian was planning on saying something to Stella but it seemed like it for a few moments. The Daughter of Aphrodite kept silent and when she heard Stella's threats; she stood there paralyzed on the same spot, she had been standing for the last few moments. Holding her breath; she didn't move until Stella was leaving. The threat made her breath shakily as soon as Stella was out of the door.

It was so easy for Stella to get under her skin and make her feel vulnerable...intimidated and scare her. She knew this school year would be hell-if she would even survive till the end of it. Clarissa seemed visibly shaken up by the confrontation; blinking a few times as she felt Jay touch her shoulder in a comforting way. Looking at Jay she gently shook her head. Even if Stella has threatened Jay, she felt part of it was because of her. It made her feel scared for Jay "No...Not really. I am sorry you got dragged into this..." She couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about his well being and safety because of all of this; Zeke lashed out against Jay because of her. Stella hated her guts because of the situation between her, Zeke and Jay and she could hurt Jay just to get back at her...and make her suffer.

Hearing Vivian, she sighed gently as she spoke to her. "I think we both know, she thinks most of us are below her. Maybe she just has more guts and nerve...just because of her father being Zeus.I guess she just proved...how intimidating and frightening she can get." She sighed, biting her lower lip. Clarissa couldn't help but wonder if Stella were the daughter of another God, if she would have the nerves and guts to say those things...let alone such Wrath. Brushing a hand through her hair she pushed some of her brown locks away from her eyes as she took a shaky breath yet again; trying to recover from the dispute that had just taken place.

Glancing at Jay; she looked at him a gentle gaze wondering how he was taking all of this. It probably wasn't easy for him...not more easier that it was for her. "How do you feel?...I am sorry, you got hurt. He just did it...because of me. It's me he's really mad at.." Clarissa spoke softly to Jay, as she looked at his arm and legs that seemed to be patched from the help from Delilah. It was clear that Jay was collateral damage in this case and it might not be the last time by the looks of things.

Eyes are extra blue today, apparently.

Huh.

I wonder how girls do that...

"Yeah..." he agreed with a touch of costernation. "Tara or I should've really stepped in and broken that up. I mean, in my defense I thought I was about to break her and the kid up, but..."

He shrugged and gave her a bemused "it can't be helped" type of grin. Circumstances played against him, especially when you took into consideration that it had happened and was over in essentially a flash. Even if he had bolted over there, with the crowd's assemblage around the mess, the poor Son of War would likely have only caught the tail end of things. Maybe shooed Stella McGuire away a half-second earlier than she'd left herself.

"I mean, today's move-in day. Does he even know her that well? Didn't seem like it to me..." he postulated, leaning against the bar and folding his arms with a frown. "I get that she's a daughter of Aphrodite and really pretty and all, but going that crazy on Day 1 is..." His eyes traced lines upward to the ceiling in flummoxed contemplation. Even back in middle school, he didn't know people to go ballistic like that after knowing somebody for a day, assumed relationship or otherwise.

Shit, not even Tara was that unreasonably explosive.

Well, not that she'd ever shown interest in any form of relationship besides "Sibling Rivalry: Let Me Punch You in the Face Already Edition" that he'd seen...

She really could use the power of friendship.

Seriously though, I gotta work on her.

"Seems kinda desperate," he concluded. "if you're that clingy in the span of, I dunno, 12 hours. I've never managed to get a girlfriend and I'm pretty sure I'm not that bad, y'know?" He glanced back over to Elize, eyeing the glass of wine in her hand for a moment. Dal always did take pride in having good taste in alcohol, didn't he? Presumably, even the stuff he'd laid out for the rabble partygoers was up to snuff.

Could one hurt?

It's been a while... I'm a big guy, I can hold just a glass.

...Maybe once things died down.

"Kinda strange, honestly. You'd think the SON OF ZEUS, BROTHER OF THE QUEEN BEE BELOVED BY ALL, LIKELY HEIR APPARENT TO THE THRONE OF OLYMPUS ACADEMY wouldn't take it so hard as to try and chokeslam the other dude through Dallas's bar." he continued, voice taking a gruff ring announcer's edge and volume as he listed the lad's assumed accolades.

Cutting off his monologue, he glanced back at Dallas and company (who weren't but six feet to his left the whole time), only to find a new face amongst them.

Magic tricks?

Cool. Wonder if we can figure out how he does 'em.

”It‘s not your fault,” said Jay, assuring Clarissa that what happened wasn’t her fault in any way.

If there was any thought going through Jay’s mind, it was the blonde that just un-so-subtlety threatened him. She wasn’t coy about it, she wasn’t vague or trying to hide it under various metaphors. She flat out told Jay that if he ever did what he did to her again, he would live to regret it. Even after initially worrying about it, the more he thought about her words made it sink in even more. Jay had a strong sense of fear creeping up on him and he didn’t like it.

Then, when Clarissa would again speak, she spoke about how they both know that Stella(the blonde) felt she was above everyone else. Yeah, Jay would definitely echo that fact. If it wasn’t clear in the way she spoke to Jay and Clarissa, then it was even more evident in the way that she presented herself - or rather, how she wouldn’t even bat an eye to those that she felt were beneath her. Yeah, Jay definitely knew that now, even though he never had laid eyes on her until just a few moments ago. What a way to invoke the I’m-above-you attitude.

”Zeus?” Jay asked curiously. ”You mean Zeus as in the God of Lightning Zeus? The one who rules of all the gods? That God is her father..” Jay’s said, his voice trailing off into fearful silence.

His face went dead. Not literally, but the look of fear took his eyes shade of green and warped them into some kind of lifeless gray color. Jay’s arms felt like they were dead, dropping to this sides and dangling in the free air. His breathing getting shorter and the air around him feeling heavy.

Yup, seems like Jay just realized that Stella was no joke.

When Clarissa asked if Jay was feeling alright, he shook his head as to snap out of whatever horror he was imagining in those nigh-dead eyes of his. ”Oh, don’t worry about me. They should be gone by a week from now,” Jay assured her, giving her a smile. ”I‘m more worried about you. My physical cuts aren‘t nothing compared to what that Stella chick said to you. I‘m sorry that I couldn‘t stop her from doing that,” Jay’s eyes went down as his head turned slightly away from Clarissa’s direct view.

Elize's long slender fingers easily surrounded the goblet she'd pulled out from the cabinet and filled with wine, something vintage. She'd never really had a taste for alcohol but drank the occasional glass. Her most recent foster family had formally adopted her and were very good to her, not to mention wealthy. Only the subtle edge of style from her clothing gave any hint of wealth as Elize never wore jewelry, not even a watch or earrings. Her blue eyes glinted sharply as she watched this young man, they settled comfortably on him just as a leopard might watch a gazelle fawn it planned on eating in the very near future. It wouldn't be very hard to imagine a long tail swishing idly behind her as she waited for the right moment to pounce.

"Too much uptightness about things like that, a shame you can't just kiss who you want," Elize murmured smoothly, just loud enough for Jonas to hear her. She was utterly silent otherwise, even when she brought the wine glass to her scarlet lips. Of course it wasn't truly lipstick but a stain rather so that it left no mark on the crystal glass and remained perfectly intact. Lipstick was far too messy for Elize to bother with, it left stains and always looked pasty after one had worn it a while and had to be wiped off and reapplied. She had no time for that kind of bothersome activities.

With her free hand the Huntress' daughter made a slight motion towards the bar, "Actual entertainment rather than watching petty squabbles would be quite delightful at this point." It was more of a matter of fact statement that was so typically Elize that disdain for this entire event oozed from it. Her blue eyes were still riveted onto this new comer as she spoke, she was also completely still. Aside from her abnormally silent movement her stillness was the other component to her most recent gift that tended to make people uncomfortable. It was quite unintentional at this point but effective nonetheless usually, she could push it and make it worse but she had not interest in doing so right now. She would have to see what the court jester had in store.

Stella stopped in her tracks as another blonde headed girl approached her with an obvious statement. "They did but they got it coming to them." She scanned the girl from her head to her toes then locked eyes with her. It seems that the girl was a spitting image of her but of course, Stella was cuter. When she introduced herself, Stella did nothing but smile as she did the same thing back. "I'm Stella. Stella McGuire." Her head turned towards the apartment she had just left as she raised her index finger up and pointed. "There's the party but yeah, you might not want to go in there right about now." Stella commented as she was about to walk off but the the female spoke towards her again.

When asked was she the daughter of Aphrodite, she literally wanted to cast her wrath upon this Raven person. But Stella threw up a little bit in her mouth then placed a hand over her chest while gulping, dramatically. "Excuse me, sweetheart but I am the daughter of Zeus. You know, the somewhat leader of the other Gods and Goddesses." Stella said as she smirked slightly towards Raven while scanning her one more time. "I can tell that you are going to enjoy your time here, Raven. Let's hope for your sake that we become the best of friends." She said while smirking again then eyed Peter as he came over.

Stella glared at him after hearing his words then watched as he walked away. Her eyes were still locked with Raven's now as she stepped to the side and waved her arm in the direction of the party. "After you, I guess." She'd wait to see if Raven was actually going to go to the party or not before stepping off.

Raising an eyebrow, he gave a sidelong glance back at her after she said her piece. "Well, y'know, there's the whole slew of social stuff that it'd just sorta trample. The other people's relationship, their personal space, the whole 'intimacy' thing..." he listed off in a counterpoint. "It makes sense to me, anyway. Just keeps people from stepping on other people's toes and it's an old as all hell precedent."

Seriously, kissing people out of nowhere was pretty weird. While he understood the sentiment behind it (mostly), he personally didn't agree with it once you brought the reality of human interaction into it. People weren't just understanding and all-loving, and frankly, things were better that way. There would be no competition, no desire to better oneself... People would have no drive.

Frankly, he'd rather things be like they were now than some idyllic utopia, but he doubted Elize was seriously meaning to bring that much philosophy into this. Better to just watch the show as it was presented by this new guy. Quit pretending to be deep, you know? Smarter than the stereotypical Son of Ares or not, it didn't quite suit him.

"Yeah. Pretty sure this doesn't run as much risk of Dallas's place getting trashed, and him consequently throttling somebody." he agreed.

If he or Tara didn't give them the boot first, of course. They'd signed on as bouncers for a reason, they'd best earn their keep.