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Today was Valentine's Day; a stereotypically cheesy and entirely successful capitalist scheme. However, as Matchmaker- and a daughter of Aphrodite, to add- Anwen felt somewhat obliged to provide a spectacular event for the camp to enjoy. With the rest of her cabin joining in to take over the day, the demigods got to work in preparing a masquerade ball.
At the start of the day, the children of Aphrodite would find their prayers answered as they discovered a white marquee at the back of their cabin. Once set up a little way from the cabin area, the marquee revealed a complete ballroom setting in the interior, complete with an open space for dancing and seats for those in need of rest. After a substantial amount of planning and organising, the party would officially begin after dinner.
While there was no official dress code, those dressed in anything but formal wear would be subject to intense judgement directed from the Aphrodite cabin, and masks were mandatory. Various platters of appropriately themed food lay around the room, including three chocolate fountains the siblings had been able to secure. Strategically placed speakers blasted a combination of slow songs and upbeat modern music to keep all the campers interested. A bar manned by a satyr was also set up serving both alcoholic (for those 16 ) and non-alcoholic beverages, and other satyrs carrying serving dishes laden with snacks and drinks moved amongst the attendees.
Due to the work of Callie and Millie, a collection of plain silver bracelets had been provided at the entrance. Next to these would be a large quantity of heart-shaped charms, each with a different pride flag- this way, campers could add the charms of their choosing to a bracelet in order to display their orientation.
Another thing that could be found by the entrance was a large array of different coloured roses, each of a specific colour matched to a relationship status. Demigods were free to select a rose to demonstrate this and either attach it to their person or simply hold it.
- Red: Single
- Pink: Taken
- Yellow: Looking for friends
Finally, three bowls labelled 'Easy', 'Moderate' and 'Spicy' lay to the side, each containing a large volume of folded pieces of paper. Within them were dares, the extremity of each varying depending on the bowl; those under 15 were strictly forbidden from the 'Spicy' ball altogether, a rule which would be enforced by both the satyrs and the Aphrodite campers.
A general sense of mystery was to be kept, and demigods were heavily encouraged to come up with a code name to introduce themselves by to keep their identities hidden, a feat which would be helped by the masks- if attendees arrived without the accessory, one would be provided for them at the entrance as those without a mask would not be allowed in. Thanks to Jane, a gaseous potion promoting positive emotions hung around the vicinity, ensuring that everyone could enjoy themselves.
OOC: If your character takes a dare from one of the bowls, me, u/stormy-pears, u/Ice_Knife_Does_1d10 or u/Trashpandas- will reply to the comment you post with one, and the aim of the game is to complete the dare by the end of the night. Characters will not be aware of the potion, but they will most likely feel the effects- as a writer, you can decide how greatly it impacts your character, if at all (remember that the potion only incites positive feelings, and you may decide on the specifics of which emotions your character may experience). Massive thanks to u/Thief39 for the help!
He looked down at the glass, knowing she was right, but not entirely broken up about it. There were plenty enough problems people like them had that something as grand-scale as a capitalist system was beyond them. Still, Curtis smiled, and he gave her a nod. "Another," he said in agreement, before asking for a refill for the pair from the satyr.
"Capitalism man, fucks everything up in the process." Curtis gave her a grin, laughing after a second as the burn began to subside. "Kinda shit how that works, like you have something that's good, but then when you get it out to more people, it's half as good for twice the damn cost."
"Tequila is indeed kickier than beer," he replied with a laugh as he held his eyes shut, letting it burn for a moment before opening them again. Not the best he'd had, but definitely not the worst. "My grandma always talked about the stuff they'd make down in Mexico when she was my age, apparently it was way better than the commercial stuff up here."
With her permission, Curtis laughed before heading to the satyr at the bar and ordering two tequilas. He handed one to Lauren and said, "Upside of tequila is it makes you feel like the best damn dancer at the party, even if you've got two left feet."
He laughed again before raising the shot glass to her in a silent toast. "Bottoms up," he said before his actions matched his words, and the small glass was emptied into his mouth.
With a confused expression, he replied, "That's weird as hell. You'd think you'd drink it if you bought it. I mean I definitely would, but I guess I'm not like your dad, so..."
A pause, as he shrugged, then laughter followed as Curtis thought back on his grandma again and her own collection. Unlike Lauren's dad though, most of the bottles had been at least 1/4 drunk, if not more. "Not that I'm like, a drunk or anything, but I mean if its good, might as well, ya know?"
He also relaxed himself into a seat, letting out a laugh as he felt the taste linger in his mouth. Gods, did he enjoy that taste. "Kinda the point, man. Its the drink of mi raza, something to knock you on your ass and forget about everything else while just having a good time."
"Mud in your eye?" Curtis' expression screwed up into one of confusion, unsure what the hell she meant with that. But, not one to be last to finish a drink, he knocked back his shot quickly, grimacing at the burn of the haste. "Yeah, you're telling me," he said with a laugh after it got down.
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"Eh, they're not so bad," he replied as he moved a bit closer to the bar. "Just depends what you're drinking. Decent tequila won't hurt you too bad, but whiskey will hit like a truck. Still good though. So what are you up for?"