[center][hr][hr][color=c71585][h1]Preston James McTavish[/h1][/color]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Banquet
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Felicity, May, Atticus [@lovely complex][@Viciousmarrow] [b][u]Mentioned[/u]:[/b] Cecily[/center][hr][hr]

[b]Good evening, sir…[/b]

Preston had been thinking how dead the banquet was and was feeling ashamed for having bothered to show up when a voice sounded in his direction. If it hadn’t sounded so polite and refined, then he wouldn’t have paid it any mind. The Son of Hera was not above ignoring those unworthy of his positive attention. The senior turned and his mineral-blue eyes settled upon…a bird.

He blinked…a bird was talking to him.

[b]You can call me, Isaac, I will be Felicity’s voice for the night due to her inability to speak.[/b]

[i]Ooh[/i] that explained everything. Unfortunately, Preston had been too mind-fucked to remember what the bird had said before that statement. Honestly, he should had started his introduction with that significant line first.

Preston calmly looked too little girl number one (Mickey Mouse ears…), and then little girl number two (More Mickey Mouse ears). Who brought their damn kids to the banquet? If it hadn’t been for the glass of wine, he might have brushed them with the arctic wedge of his shoulder without a care for how young or fresh they were. Raising his hand, he turned his palm upward in an expression as he parted his lips to return the introduction until all words crashed and piled up in his throat at the Asian child’s exclamation:

[b]Him? I’d date and bang him too![/b]

The senior’s handsome face twisted in the most unprofessional and unsightly way possible as though he wanted to express an emotion, but there had been too many emotions flooding his brain for him to process. [i]What…the…fuck?[/i] Was somebody fucking with him? He couldn’t imagine that this was some god’s child. Without him needing to, the two girls seemed to clear out on their own.

Glancing down at his glass, Preston recovering from his condition turned to the table almost desperately.

[color=c71585][i]Where’s the fucking Ambrosia?[/i][/color] he thought. He would need it more than ever to survive this night, and it was only getting worse with the arrival of one of the most obnoxious and idiotic gods who ever fell from the divine tree and hit every branch labeled with incompetence on the way down. He was bellowing about something, but Preston was too busy inspecting each of the wine bottles on the table.

[color=c71585][i]Ah, there we are![/i][/color] He felt so relieved. He grasped the bottle by the neck and set down his glass so that he could remove the cork and faced the rest of the room. The Son of Hera was shocked when he saw the Neanderthal waving the young, mute girl around by her gown like a doll. The Daughter of Zeus attempted to attract the Son of Ares’s attention to no avail as he turned his assault on the both of them. Such violence was unforgivable.

Preston returned to his glass and made sure to fill it to the brim with the Ambrosia first before he corked the bottle and picked it up. With bottle in hand and glass in the other, the Son of Hera calmly crossed the room over to the fuming ape and set his glass down on the last table before reaching him. He swapped it for one of the candle decorations and was walking up on Atticus just as he was finishing his long monologue about what blood flowed through his vein as though anyone cared about the heritage whose genes decided to skip over the buffoon.

Seconds after he threw the child at Cecily, Preston whipped the bottle across the man’s face with enough force that the bottle would have shattered regardless if his block of a head didn’t. The assault would have then doused him in the remaining Ambrosia that Preston would wave the candle beneath to set the warrior ablaze.