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Who: Everyone at camp.
What: Apollo's sacred day.
Where: The ampitheater.
When: August 7, 8:30 PM.
Why: Apollo's at camp today, and as the god of music, he's holding a dance.

It was decided at the meeting of the summer gods, the Summer Solstice, but it took Apollo physically coming to the Big House and scolding Mr. D for being lazy and not putting up any fliers to actually get the god of wine to do it, a week in advance.

Apollo prides himself on being the god of just about everything - though Mr. D would say, out of the cocky god's earshot, that he's the god of everything nobody else wanted to be the god of. Because of this, he's always had a self-assured attitude which is sometimes hard to deal with.

Because of this, when he decided he was going to throw a dance for the demigods towards the end of the summer as a reward for accepting children of other pantheons into their Greek camp so well, most of the other gods decided to just let him have it rather than argue. (Considering that Hera and Zeus had gotten into three separate spats since the Solstice began, they'd all had enough godly screaming for one meeting.)

So at about 8:30 on the nose - since he's used to following a tight schedule on the sun chariot and he's excited about this, he'll be on time - a flaming, bright red Maserati drives up to the ampitheater. Apollo doesn't even have to lift a finger for the trunk to open, and speakers as well as state of the art DJ equipment rise up onto a platform. He waves his hand, and club music with a thumping bassline starts playing.

(Never say that Apollo doesn't like to make an entrance.)

Requests will be taken all night by Apollo, who will be manning the dj booth as well as making up freestyle haikus. He's one of the more amicable gods, especially to his kids, which he's hosted more of at Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter combined than any other god. He's charming and younger looking than most gods, with a cocky smile and sandy hair.
If you're a pretty girl, he might hit on you.

(Apologies in advance. He'd say old habits die hard because he's right. Sorry, Hunters of Artemis.)

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Not as far as I can remember. And you don't have to, you know. Tell me I'm cute.

I won't, then. I'll just think it.

Courfeyrac...

[He sighs]

You're not helping...

[He presses his lips together and opts not to reply now. Shrugging apologetically, he keeps it at that.]

[When the song ends, Jehan nudges Courf and makes to return to the sidelines.]

[He doesn't get far. Courfeyrac's followed him and has grabbed his hand to stop him.]

Jehan, wait.

[He stops, hesitates, and then gestures to the sidelines]

If, um, if you want to talk we should probably do it not on the dance floor...?

[Fine. He'll talk. He nods a little.]

Yeah.... Sure.

[Jehan leads Courf away from the dancers]

What's up?

[He's not really looking at Courf, though he is facing him.]

[..... But Jehan was the one that wanted to talk. He frowns, especially since he won't look at him.]

Shouldn't I be asking you that?

[Oh screw it. He knows how Courfeyrac is, how the other boy never uses his words. Jehan knows that Courf wants to ask what's wrong but he won't.

So he pretends he did before responding]

It was awkward.

[At least Jehan knows him well enough to know that.]

Yeah, we have my mom to thank for that.

I mean--I kissed Gabe and Zane...a lot...with no problem but--you're one of my best friends. It's awkward suddenly being Elizabeth Bennett to your Mr. Darcy, even if only for a day. And I'm not even sure that analogy made sense. English is hard.

[He keeps his face carefully neutral... Because he shouldn't be so irritated that Jehan kissed the other two quite a bit... Or that he wasn't so awkward with them. He shouldn't want to curse his mother for having the fun she's apt to have on her own day. But...]

Oh.

[.... Real eloquent, Courf.]

So that's why you've been avoiding me.

[... Don't mention how you wanted to punch Gabe's face in when he admitted to making out with Jehan, Courf.. Don't do it.]

Y-yeah. Kind of. I just...I was homeschooled, my first real friends were here at camp, and I don't really know how to handle making out with your best friend when his mom is messing with your hormones. It's hard.

I don't think most people know how to handle it.

[What about making out with your best friend when no hormones are being messed with?]

I don't want things to be awkward between us. I mean, I've kind of not been helping that but...I don't know what to do.

No, not at all.

I don't want things to be awkward either, Jehan. But I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't have done that without mom's influence too.

...um. Comment cela?

[What? Jehan switches to French, beacuse...what?]

[He shrugs, switching to French with Jehan.]

I would've kissed you even if it hadn't been for mom's influence. I probably would've just used that as an excuse.

[He likes kisses, okay?]

...Why?

To see what it was like?

[Jehan stares for a second]

I-I'm not sure that's better or worse than you confessing a crush on me. Unless you mean experimenting? Or--or something? Courf, I'm confused.

Not experimenting, I've made out with guys before...

[He does not want to explain things because it's going to come out sounding really douchey.]

Do we really have to talk about the rest of this right now?

I'm just confused, Courf, and I want to be not-confused so we can be friends like we used to be.

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