“Oh, hey! I found this and I thought it might be yours,” Maxine said, jogging up to the passing figure while bringing something out of her satchel. “Does it belong to you?”
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“Oh, hey! I found this and I thought it might be yours,” Maxine said, jogging up to the passing figure while bringing something out of her satchel. “Does it belong to you?”
“Please tell me you didn’t break it again.”
“What? I’m hungry. Don’t judge me.”
“Don’t lose focus,” Cassia said, holding the knife to her neck, “Just because you think you’re opponent is down doesn’t mean they’re done.”
Silas busied himself with pulling out his pack of cigarettes and sliding a single one out. He placed it between his lips before then retrieving his lighter from his pocket, switching it out for the pack almost seamlessly. He proceeded to ignite the end of the cigarette and inhaled. He thought he was off to the side of the gathering of demigods at the spring bonfire, and he had enough distance between him and the majority of the people that the smoke wouldn’t bother anybody, but who knew? As someone walked up, Silas knocked some ash off and began speaking. “No, you can’t have one,” He told them, a cold expression on his face. “I’m not even supposed to be smoking at this thing, let alone two people, got it? So, just pretend I’m not even here, okay?”
“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”
“If you’re here to judge me on my choices you can just turn right back around,” Maxine announced with a little gesture that lead back towards the crowd by the bonfire. “Thanks, bye,” she added, bringing to vodka bottle back to her lips.
“Out of marshmallows?” Rori echoed dramatically, obviously upset by the news. “That’s got to be some sort of sick joke. It’s just a sick joke, right?”