about thalia. // open to m/f/nb â plotless âŠ!  ( suggestion: strangers, friends, acquaintances, fellow camper, etc. )
The last good party that Thalia had went to was in her hometown of Las Vegas, Nevada. It was about time to change that. One of the Dionysus kids had mentioned something about a rager at a college in Manhattan. There was no way she would be missing this. After a long two hour drive on her motorbike, she finally arrived. Parking her bike a good way away from the party, taking off her bike helmet, and walking towards the address, Thalia took in the atmosphere. the blaring loud music and the large crowd of people in one house was a rush. A smirk grew on her face as she delved into the crowd, she was beginning to feel her recent worries wash away with the music. This would be the best night Thalia would have in a while.
After an hour of dancing to deafening music and a few minutes of chatting strangers up, Thalia decided to take a break downstairs. As she scaled down the stairs, the feel in the lower level was a stark difference from upstairs. Sure, you could still hear the booming music from upstairs, but it was calmer down here. It looked like most of the people down here were also taking a break and some were even having a calm conversation with a person or two. She decided to lean against the arm of the couch, relaxing a little. âNot as good as Vegas, but â jeez â that was such a rush.â Thalia mumbled into her cup as she took a drink.Â















