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Post by louis sinclair on Dec 18, 2011 20:04:39 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - To say that the only thing that Louie is good at is drinking would be kind of insulting because lets face it Louie has plenty of other talents. To overlook his many talents just because he is an alcoholic would just be inconsiderate really. If you were known for one thing, like being a really good sword fighter, but at the same time you were good at baking cakes and physics. Well if somebody looked over your other skills wouldn’t you be a bit upset and that is how Louie felt about his other talents. The talent that he was yielding today was throwing a damn good raging party.
Even before Camp Half Blood Louie was known amongst the mortals that he was around that he could throw a party. Sure he didn’t have any mortal friends, but a party filled with alcohol and potentially other illegal substances tended to draw in the kind of people that Louie went to school with. When he got to Camp Half Blood there weren’t as many prime party opportunities, but leave it to Louie to find a good party. Plus it did kind of help that his dad was kind of looking over the camp and had a soft spot for parties and the campers doing reckless things that could possibly cost them their lives.
It was with his father in mind when Louie decided on the location of this party. See most demigods would probably think it would be disrespectful to throw a raging party in the temple of their godly parent, but with Louie not being in exactly the right mind and his father being who he was he figured the old man wouldn’t really care. As long as nobody broke the statue in the middle of the place Louie figured he could probably get by without punishment. Okay that would be if the Romans didn’t freak out and his father actually took the party as some kind of offering in his honor, but really who wanted to dwell on what would happen after the party? Well unless there was an after party for the party then… anyway that was beside the point.
A lot of people wondered how Louie could manage to pull of a party with the restrictions he had being underage and not exactly having access to the party materials. It was quite easy though. As long as he kept on good terms with some sticky fingered children of Hermes, Louie almost always had a stock of alcohol that could last a normal person a year. When it came to the flashing lights that were haphazardly placed around the temple and the blaring music, that was thanks to a very kind girl in the Hephaestus cabin that Louie was on very good terms with. Really some people would be shocked that Louie actually had some kind of ability to keep this all together. Its not like he was that drunk all the time.
Getting word out about the party was kind of tricky though because there were those demigods with sticks up their asses that didn’t like parties with underage demigods getting drunk off their asses, which wasn’t always a good idea with you know the access to weapons and stuff. Being at the Roman Camp also meant that the Romans had to be kept in the dark as well. It was a system that has been adjusted quite frequently but if someone really wanted to know where the party was at they could always find out by a bribe to the good old host of the party who was currently drunk (as usual). A few minutes ago he was dancing with a daughter of Hecate when he spotted a pretty blonde. Not so smoothly Louie made his way over and said Either my eyes deceive me or Aphrodite has joined the party. Even piss drunk Louie could find a way to flirt with someone.
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Post by palmer canton on Dec 18, 2011 21:48:44 GMT -5
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Party time! Finally something at this camp that was familiar. These past six or seven months seemed to be nothing but work. Between training and trying to remember the names of everyone and their parents Palmer was beginning to feel like no one knew how to just have fun in this place. Rumors of a party were passed around throughout the camp. Palm heard about it through on of her sisters who had heard it from a Hermes kid who had heard it from someone else, you get the picture? There was no way Palmer was going to miss out on, what seemed to be, a once in a lifetime opportunity. Going to parties out in Oregon was something that she had began to miss.
Palmer made her way with a few of her sisters to the temples. For some reason the kid who was throwing this thing was having it in his fathers temple? As wrong as it sounded, it looked as if no one cared that much. Walking into the building, hearing the music, seeing the lights flash, and watching the mob of demi-god's dance and move around the room was like being back in the small town where she grew up. It was hard to hold back the smile forming as they walked through the doors.
Immediately they all went their separate ways. Palmer went straight for the dance floor first, dancing with several people she had never seen before. This was just like old times. It wasn't long before Palm was handed a cup with what tasted like a mixture between vodka, sprite, and lemonade. There wasn't much in the glass, about a fourth was left. It was one of those 'Oh my gosh you have to try this!' moments. It had been so long since she had had any alcohol in her system and the fourth of the previous mixture had her buzzed. Already. There are a few things you should know about Palmer plus liquor. She is even more easily manipulated, she falls a lot, the comments pour out of her mouth (more so than sober), and she also tends to become more of a brat. She had always been a light weight, and it was no secret. Palmer drunk was like... well crazy.
Standing in a crowd of people was overwhelming considering her dislike of crowds in the first place. She started walking to a less populated corner, making only a few stops to talk to people on the way. Palmer was almost to the corner, but out of most of the mob, when she was approached by a guy who attempted some lame pick up line. Palm laughed without thinking before responding with, "Cute line. Bet no one's heard that before?" She smiled before proceeding to the less crowded space.
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Post by louis sinclair on Dec 19, 2011 12:42:42 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Another skill Louie had that wasn’t drinking or throwing parties was his ability to convince people to do stupid things. He was well versed in crazy plans that only work because the person who had planned them was crazy himself. One time he convinced some campers to climb to the roof of the Big House when the Hunters of Artemis were there and moon them while saying “Three cheers for the moon.” Louie thought it was hilarious and the only reason they had managed to climb to the roof was because Louie had manipulated some vines to form a latter. The stupid ideas however aren’t always pranks.
Anybody that has been at camp long enough would know Louie’s reputation as one of the biggest flirts. Flirting plus his ability to convince people to do stupid things usually resulted in meaningless flings and one night stands. Not once has Louie actually had a committed relationship because let’s face it how could someone have a real relationship with someone who is drunken 99% of the time. No one has ever really gotten to know Louie; they just know him as that drunken kid that knows how to have a good time, oh and a man whore.
Seeing as Louie has probably used just about every pick up line in the book, he probably had used that pick up line on someone before, usually the girls though because why would a guy want to be called Aphrodite? Anyway Louie’s pick up lines usually worked depending on the level of intoxication the flirted was at or just how dumb they were or the degree of sluttiness of the person. Before camp Louie had plenty of options of drunk, dumb, and slutty people, but when he got to camp it was a bit more difficult but still he managed.
Just like Louie knew how to throw pick up lines around like nobody’s business he also knew how to recover from one that didn’t seem to be working. Of course there were always the people that thought he was just being a player that just threw around pick up lines. Well that was true but still that wasn’t the point. The girl walked over to the less crowded part of the party and Louie being persistent followed her over there. Maybe I have, but I’ve never meant it before Louie told her sounding as sincere as he could in the state he was in. Not that it helped anything but he took another gulp out of the bottle of… what was he having? Rum, the bottle of rum.
Looking at the empty cup in her hand Louie frowned a bit. This was a party and nobody should go thirsty! He was the host after all and he had to make sure his guests were well looked after, right? Well that was how Louie thought of it in he poured some of his rum in her cup and said No pretty lady at a party of mine should go without a drink. If she was drunk enough she would think he was being sweet just like he thought he was. If she wasn’t that drunk she would probably think he was an idiot and trying to get her drunk so he could just hook up with her, which was probably what he was doing subconsciously.
So does this pretty lady have a name? Louie asked slurring a little bit after another gulp of rum.
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Post by palmer canton on Dec 20, 2011 20:56:12 GMT -5
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Crowds had always been something that Palmer usually shied away from. People and talking were her specialty, but a whole bunch of them in one area was a bit overwhelming. Palm simply made her way to the less populated area, walking away from the guy with the cheesy line expecting him to find someone else. In a way she kind of hoped that he would move on to another girl nearby just so that she could watch him try to pick someone up. Alright so Palm liked people watching too, doesn't everyone?
Instead of staying behind he had followed. Palmer turned, not expecting anyone a few steps behind her. "Maybe I have, but I’ve never meant it before." The comment sounded sincere, about as real as they come. All she could do to hold back her comments was laugh and shake her head. He was funny, she'd give him that. Funny and drunk. A combination that she found entertaining.
Next thing she knew this kid was pouring rum into the cup that she had meant to throw away. Again she laughed as he poured the drink, not saying anything. Her eyes dropped to the liquid in her hand. A part of her told her not to do it, but the other part reminded her that this chance to let loose doesn't happen often anymore. Palmer looked up at the kid with the bottle in his hand. "Your party, huh?" I'm too sober for this. She thought before she lifted the cup to her mouth and drank the majority of what he had poured.
He asked for her name moments later. Palmer, still trying not to gag on the taste of the rum, one thing she really didn't like, took a moment to respond. "Palmer. What about you?" She hadn't looked up at him again, she was looking back into the cup, surprised at the amount that she had just taken in.
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