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Chase nods. “Alright, well enjoy then.” He starts walking away.

“Do ya need anythin’ else? I have a bong back at my shed but I have my bowl in the cabin if you wanna barrow it to smoke.”

“Nah, I’m good.” He starts looking at the weed he just purchased.

Chase gave a shrug. “Fifteen dollars for one G.” He said making sure the baggie marked with a sunflower on it was the one he was gonna hand over to him.

Peter goes through the money in his hand, flipping through the various bills unnecessarily, before counting out fifteen dollars and handing it to Chase.

Chase smiles widely digging into his pocket to get one of the baggies he had prepackaged earlier. “It’s good, trust me. Do ya want hallucinations, mellow, or put ya on your ass and ya fall asleep. If ya get headaches or anythin’ like that I suggest last one.”

Peter takes these options into consideration. “I’ll take mellow. If this is as good as you say, I’ll try another batch.” He pulls out a bundle of bills from his wallet. “How much?

Chase tries to bring this up in a normal conversation but he is not subtle at all. “So um, do ya maybe wanna buy some weed. It’s some really good shit.”

Peter gives it some thought. “Yeah, sure.” He reaches for his wallet. “But if this shit is anything less than exemplary, I’ll bury you.”

She followed him. “Come on. Don’t you think it’s fun?”

He shrugs. “Eh.”

She snorted and waved what he said off. “Oh, I will get over it.”

“Nope.” He starts walking away.

“Give me one good reason why not,” she said. “Just one.”

He shrugs. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

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Cora leaned against the porch watching him. “Who’s grave are you digging?” She asked thinking he actually heard her and was just being difficult since she hadn’t seen the headphone.

He scoffs, smiling a bit. “None of your business.”

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Cora hears something going on outside her cabin and goes to investigate. “Should you really be doing that?”

Peter looks up from the hole in the earth he’s been shoveling and removes one ear bud. “What?”

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Her eyes showed some thirst to fight as it narrowed at Peter’s direction. “Why not? What is so crazy about two Ares kids fighting?”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m not fighting you,” he repeats. “Fight Harley or something.”

Peter had crossed a line. She sucked in her breath to keep herself from punching him in the face. “Alright. Since you are already good…” She removed the long bow from her body then picked up a short sword from the bag then handed it to him so he could pick a weapon too. “Fight me.”

Peter raises his eyebrows. “What?” He takes the bag when she hands it over. “I’m not fighting you. Are you fucking crazy?”

She bit her lower lip to keep her rage in place. “Are you saying I’m an idiot? Because if I was stealing these, I wouldn’t do it in broad daylight and no one would catch me.” She tried to relax her hands which she realized were closed into fist. “Besides, half of these are mine. And if got nothing else to do, might as well train.”

Peter shrugs. “Maybe you are,” he says teasingly. He raises an eyebrow and lowers his arms. “Train? You sound like a mom trying to get me to do chores or something. Why should I train if I’m already good at it?”

Jo stopped on her track and turned around to face him, a scowl started to surface on her face. She didn’t like the implication of his question; it was displeasing her. Jo almost winced at her own personal reaction. “Where do you think I get it? From the forge of course. And aren’t you going somewhere?”

“Well,” he says as he stops, crossing his arms, “why does it look like you just stole it? You look very suspicious.” He smirks. “Nope. I have nothing to do and nowhere to be.”

Jo made a quick trip to the forge and now she has a long bow over her body and a bag full of weapons. She started walking away from the forge with arena in mind as her destination when saw a fellow camper and she had a guessed what they might be thinking since she just came out of the forge. “I didn’t steal this if that’s what you’re thinking.” She said before she continued to walk.

Peter raises an eyebrow and follows her. “Then where’d you get it?” he asks as if he doesn’t believe her, even though he was looking at her before to check her out.