After spending some time shopping~
Saphir: She was in a dressing cabinet, hidden behind the small curtain that was served as a door, taking her shirt off in order to try the delicates.
Bryson: He moved down, his head creeping under the curtain. He was more silent than a mouse, hoping to get a nice peak of her naked form.
Saphir: Quickly swiping bras while facing the opposite side (turning her back, to Bryson's disadvantage). Almost tripping back, her foot kicking at the his direction.
Bryson: "Crap" he proclaimed as her heel swiftly collided into his nose
Saphir: She heard the sudden exclamation, turning around. She let out a squeal as she covered herself with the shirt she had taken off. "What the hell?!"
Bryson: "Now would you believe I was picking up some change i dropped?" He looks down in a hopeful tone.
Saphir: "You perv." She rectified, intentionally aiming for another kick at his face.
Bryson: This time she hits his forehead. He backs out of the room. Rubbing a firm bruise, he could've easily avoided it. But his guilt decided taking the hit was the least he could do.
Saphir: She quickly out her shirt back on, exiting the room and storming out to who knows where.
Bryson: "Oh come on I'm sorry!" He easily jumped over, closing the distance between them and landing in front of her. Facing her. "That, that was just teenage hormones doing the thinking for me.."
Fast Forward! :D
After the forest rp where they managed to break the ice and get a little closer.
Bryson: It's the next morning and he's shirtless, yawning as he gets up and moves under his bed. Grinning as he pulls out a trunk.
Saphir: As a new day started, she decided to have a quick stroll around camp to fully wake herself up. Saphir was clad in a black tank top, denim shorts and a pair of red sandals, while her hair was let down to top her look. In her right hand, she held a ball of stable ice, which she had conjured. She walked past camp's row of cabins, eventually approaching past a window from the Hermes cabin. The sight of it reminded her of Bryson, which soon made her dwell on whether or not she should pay him a visit.
Bryson: "Alright, Pedro you always hook me up right.." He said as he sat back on the bed, holding a syringe and grinning.
Saphir: Since she was right in front of Bryson's window, she could hear his murmurs from the distance and recognized his voice. Despite the fact eavesdropping was rude, she was rather curious of what he was up to so early. The thought of it suddenly gave her odd "ideas" of what kind of scenario might be happening, should he be alone or not. This only deepened her seek for knowledge. Her hesitation put aside, she approached his window, leaning upwards to try and see what he was doing. She was so quiet that not even she sharpest of ears could have heard her footsteps.
Bryson: "Oh gods...." He moans as he quickly injects himself. He falls back on the bed, his mind rushing with intense feelings of pleasure. "Woah..." He says in quite a slow manner. "F*ck..." He groans as he vomits on the bed a little, not stressing it too much as he enjoys the euphoria.
Saphir: Tip-toeing her way up to try and get a clearer view of the scene, she caught a glimpse of the syringe and of his agony. Her eyes widened, as she managed to guess what was the cause of his pain with no difficulty. The only thing she could manage to do was to watch in fear, wondering why she had the unfortunate luck of ever meeting a boy like this.
Bryson: His breaths become short and strained, his pupils become quite small. His body shakes around on the bed until he finally passes out, smiling.
Saphir: Her breath steadied up as he soon dozed off. Analyzing the facts, she was lost in thought. With trauma clearly spread all over herself, she left his sight with an apathetic expression.
Saphir: After having discovered Bryson's dark secrets, or so it would seem, she had been taking a walk around camp to air herself out. She was innerly panicking; not only about his health but about her safety as well. Just as she thought he might not be that bad of a guy. Upon these deep periods of reflections, she had forced herself to skip lunch, since she wouldn't have eaten much anyway. So late in the night, there she was, sitting on a lightly wet rock near the beach's shore, starring at the foggy skies, in the same outfit as this morning.
Bryson: "Oh crap..." he muttered as he entered camp. Bryson had spent all day, drinking and sleeping with random party girls as always. He leaned on the Camp Half Blood, he considers flying back to the cabin. But since driving drunk was illegal, flying drunk had to be an awful idea.
Saphir: She sat on the rock in silence, her fist supporting her face as she gazed upwards, trying to distinguish the stars in attempt to set her mind of Bryson. After all, she had been thinking about his drug issues all day.
Bryson: "Eh f*ck it.." He says as he enchants his sneakers and soars up into the air. At first he seems fine, but he begins to zigzag into the air. He soon knocks into a tree and begins to fall towards the ground. Somewhat right over Saphy, possibly in her line of sight.
Saphir: At the sound of what seemed to be a brutal clash, Saphir got up from her spot and went to explore her surroundings with curiosity. In the dark, she couldn't have noticed that Bryson fell before her eyes before she approached him. Then again, she didn't recognize his silhouette due to the faint light source the moon offered them in this foggy night. In sheer shock of the body, she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes widening. Since she had seen much worse at a young age, not the slightest scream came from her. She slowly walked closer to him, kneeling down. Upon examining him from such tight distance, she was barely an inch away from his face. Without anything to help her see, distinguishing his traits was nearly impossible.
Bryson: "Oh f*ck..." He groans as he looks up, slightly bruised. The first thing he lays eyes on is Saphy's chest. "Well hello sugartits.." he says, grinning somewhat.
Saphir: Heaeing the familiar voice, she stumbled back, not even bothering to slap him or getting up. She was frozen on the spot, with her eyes widened. "It-It's you..."
Bryson: "That's correct..." He replies and he sits up smiling. He hiccups a bit. "So come on, how ya been Saphy?" He chuckles alot.
Saphir: She mutely starred at him. From what she saw, it was obvious that he was drunk. Or soûl, as her grandmother might have said it back in Quebec. Blinking, she didn't bother to reply to something that would soon be forgotten.
Bryson: "Hello...?" He asked, thinking she couldn't hear him as he poked her cheek a bit.
Saphir: She nervously bit her lip, lightly putting away his finger from her face. Without speaking for a moment, she have him a sigh. "Let's get you back to your cabin."
Bryson: "Oh...I see where you're goin.." He winked at her, before getting up. Seeming excited.
Saphir: "No, you don't at all." She rectified, as she tried to pull him away from the ground. At this point she would have to drag him back to Hermes' cabin herself.
Bryson: On his feet, he grinned and kissed her cheek a bit. "No no I think I do, I think the cabin's....this way?" He pointed to where the cabin's were.
Saphir: She blushed a bit, since it was her first more-or-less kiss. Reminding herself of the situation at hand, she pushed him away by the chest. "What the hell was that for?!"
Bryson: "You're pretty, i can't help it." He whined a bit, somewhat like a young child. "Uhm sorry i guess.." He said in a weak manner, losing his balance a bit and stumbling.
Saphir: She sighed, trying to keep him on hit feet. She now had an arm steadily wrapped around him. Sooner or later, they arrived at his residence. "I think you can make it back inside with no trouble..." She muttered.
Bryson: "No.." he whined as he clung onto her. Not wanting to leave.
Saphir: "The heck?" She murmured once more, failing to remove herself from his grasp. "I'm not coming with you, let go. Who the hell raised you?!"
Bryson: "Uhm..my mom and stepdad and man did they hate my guts!" He replied in a sad manner, releasing his grip.
Saphir: "What? How come?" She said, although she believed that his sniff story couldn't be a bad as hers.
Bryson: "Well...since my mom ended up cheating with my real dad. She and my step dad hated my guts since Day 1. They were amish, so they always believed beating the crap out of their kids was good for em..." He snuggled up to her a bit.
Saphir: Upon hearing his statement, she could relate to his feelings with compassion. After all, her mother did cheat on her ex husband. She wasn't even bothering with the cuddling, only wanting to comfort him by returning a hug.
Bryson: "Thanks..." He hugged her back, feeling at peace with the lovely blonde.
Bryson: The next day, Bryson left camp. He hadn't woken up until 7 in the pm. The sun had almost set, Bryson was dressed in his favored street clothes. Ready to hit the streets as usual.
Saphir: After yesterday's eventful night, she didn't know how exactly she should be feeling right now about Bryson. Despite being drunk she genuinely thought that his words were truthful. To clear her mind up a little, she had decided to go into town. She wore a leather jacket covering her top and a pair of black jeans.
Bryson: He entered town after a quick flight over there. He was plotting to head by this one club he heard that served great ecstasy. He whistled as he walked over there, not in a rush.
Saphir: She decided to take a quick walk window-gazing in attempt to find anything she'd like, spotting Bryson not far ahead of her. Even if she was thinking it through, like she always did, she held a desire to discuss what happened last night as well. She fastened her pace, but didn't quite manage to catch up to him yet.
Bryson: He nodded towards the bouncer, showing him his fake I.D. The large buff man nodded before allowing Bryson to enter. Much to his delight. Saphir: Walking towards the guard, she misty this and misty that, getting her way into the bar. She found it odd that it would be crowded his early at night.
Bryson: The club was filled with dancers all of the sort, Bryson and Saphy definitely weren't the only ones underage. Guys and girls were indulging in the alcohol and ecstasy pills served. Bryson was dancing with two very attractive brunettes, enjoying himself as always.
Saphir: Ushering herself into the crowd, she locked her eyes on the sight of Bryson. Seeing him such as he was, she couldn't help but lightly snort all of the sudden. She wasn't sure why she actually cared, though. It was an odd feeling to had.
Bryson: One of the girls kissed his neck as the other whispered non wiki friendly things into his ears. He chuckled and blushed, unaware of Saphy's presence.
Saphir: Witnessing these atrocious scenes, she muttered words that were no-no's as well. Trying to take her mind off it, she ordered a drink, forgetting the purpose of the intrusion. Due to her cultural values, she was permitted to drink back with her grandparents, who were Russian.
Bartender: "Whatever you say toots.." He said as he quickly served her a tall glass of vodka and returned the favor.
Saphir: As her wine arrived, she thanked the bartender. Keeping an eye on Bryson, her hand slightly tightened around the glass while it started taking an icy allure. She was rather confused of why she would even be... Jealous, as it seemed.
Bryson: He was soon making one with one of the girls, the other kissing her neck while behind him.
Saphir: She felt a sentiment of somewhat betrayal, even if it wasn't as if there was anything between them to begin with. At the moment, it seemed like it was just her, Bryson and the whores in the room. To her eyes, the attractive boy besides her or the body guards around were practically invisible. It was just her and that terrible scene.
Bryson: He pulled back for a bit, kissing the girl who had taken to snuggling onto him on the nose. She purred, while the other wrapped her arms around his chest from behind. He was sitting by a table with both girls. Feeling the need to ingest more alcohol.
Saphir: She tried to take her eyes off him, but it was no use. Instead, she started worrying on whether or not he could spot her from the distance that separated them. Finishing her first glass, she was about to buy herself another one, only to see the cute boy besides her give her a pine instead.
Bryson: He began dancing with both girls, grinding on one of them as the other grinds on him. He sees Saphy in the corner of his eye, but quickly dismisses her image. Doubting she'd be caught dead at a party like this.
Saphir: After a few minutes of starring at Bryson's propagandas, her vision became misleading. She felt a slight dizziness that somehow caused her light sentiments and sooner or later she was dead on drunk. This caused her to lean towards the man besides her, who she had payed not but an ounce of attention even when he had bought her a pine. Giggling, she forgot anything around her.
OOC: Crappy post >.<
Bryson: His left eye twitches as he sees Saphy leaning on the guy. Anger and envy ran through his head, he always found the daughter of winter attractive. But never thought he'd have a crush on her. Since all his relationships with woman have only been based on lust, he's somewhat foreign to the feelings of infatuation he realized he felt for her. He quickly pushes both girls off of him and walked up to the man. He easily performed a roundhouse kick, causing the man to fall on the ground and pass out. He wrapped his arms around Saphy, snuggling into her a bit. "I didn't think you'd show up.."
Saphir: Seeing what he had done, she lightly pouted at him, her inebriated allure showing itself in the process. "Well that wasn't very nice..." She whined, wrapping herself on his arm, her head resting on his shoulder while she faced his neck.
Bryson: "Can we go somewhere private?" He chuckled as he kissed her on the lips. As he waited for a response, his forehead rested on hers. He copped a feel of her bottom while he did so.
Saphir: Her very first true kiss proceeding without her acknowledgement, she couldn't help but giggle once more. She now perched her head in a spit was completely implied on his neck, the position making it seem like she was reflecting on her decision. "Why not?" She hummed. "Can he come?" She added, pointing at the man who laced on the floor, her tone reassembling a child's.
Bryson: After they arrive to camp, Bryson carries her into her room. He caresses her softly and kisses her neck while kicking the door behind them.
Saphir: Doing something other than giggling for once, she wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling him in for a few pecks of his own.
Bryson: He set her on the bed, getting worked up. Non PG-13 Plans ran through his mind. But there was an awful feeling in his chest. Saphy wasn't just another slut he met at a party, she was a girl who clearly actually cared about him. And taking advantage of her seemed like an awful way to repay her. "Uhm..." He petted her on her head. "Get to bed alright?" He asked her, kissing her on the cheek.
Saphir: Since her vertigo had yet to leave her, falling asleep wouldn't be an issue. With a giddy laugh spreading out with it, her eyes soon closed, as she tried to reach slumber.
Bryson: He sighed loudly, hoping he wouldn't come to regret his kindness. He quickly jumps out of an open window and enchants his shoes so he can fly away back to his cabin.
Reap What You Sow..
Bryson: "Son of a bitch..." He groans as he gets out of bed in his boxers. He slowly walks around in his room, trying to recollect what happened last night.
Saphir: Waking up in the morning, she recalled yesterday's events after a short hangover. Since she remembered nearly everything, the detail of Bryson's aid hadn't slipped. She felt a little guilty from having to ruin his night, so heading to Hermes' cabin to apologize seemed like the sole solution to imply. Standing in front of Bryson's room's door, she lightly knocked. For the occasion, she threw on a pair of denim jeans, a black tank top and a brown leather jacket.
Bryson: "Yeah yeah hold on!" He barked, slightly irritable from his throbbing headache. It almost feels like a large rock being pressed against his skull. Bryson scrambles the rather messy room so he can look decent. After hastily putting on a pair of black basketball shorts and taking a mint to prevent subjecting his guest to morning breath, he quickly opens the door. Not minding the idea of letting some stranger see him shirtless.
Saphir: From the anxiety of seeing him, she bit her lip and started playing with her fingers. She looked at the ground while doing so, reflecting on what she should tell him. "Hey..."
Bryson: "Okay so...how much do you remember of last night?" He groaned. "Come in my room?" He opened the door, figuring they were to have a private conversation.
Saphir: She reluctantly stepped in, lightly bitting her nail. "Most of it..." She responded, seeming uneasy. Her tone seemed to make it seem as if things were a lot more complex than they actually were.
Bryson: "Okay..." He sits down on the bed after closing the door. "I'm gonna be straight up here, did I bone you? Cuz I won't lie, I tend to do that."
Saphir: In spite of his warning, she was taken aback from the sudden subject. But most of all, she was a little hurt by his last statement. "N-No... Quite the opposite, actually."
Bryson: "What'd I do? Did I piss you off or something? I swear I'm such an ass when I'm wasted..."
Saphir: She awkwardly rubbed the nape of her neck, looking downwards. "Well, you brought me back to my cabin." She calmly replied.
Bryson: "Go on..." He invited her, thinking he threw up on her or something.
Saphir: "That's all. You left afterwards." She answered, wondering if her story didn't image his expectations.
Bryson: "Did I... try anything?" He asked as memories resurfaced. Both of Saphy's statements were true, but things were..steamy. He looked at her and blushed a bit.
Saphir: "N-Not really..." She genuinely replied.
Bryson: He moved closer to her, getting quite nervous. Bryson never felt this way about a girl before, an interest that wasn't only of the sexual nature. "Wanna just.. go somewhere later?" He offered.
Saphir: He looked up at him for the first time in the conversation, her expression remaining grim in spite of her feelings. She was rather pleased by his offer and it would be the least she could do to repay her debt. "Sure."
Don't f*ck...it up o.o
Bryson: He leaned against the Camp entrance, he wore a leather jacket and jeans as he looked around. Looking slightly nervous.
Saphir: She exited the wards, feeling a little anxious that she would be late. She had loosely tossed on a white wavy halter top, grey jeans and sandals, while her hair was let down. Rushing out of camp, she wondered if Bryson considered the event a date.
Bryson: "Damn hello gorgeous.." He said upon seeing her, using his party boy bravado.
Saphir: Seeing his reaction, she huffed up a small laugh, her composure loosening itself a bit. It couldn't be a date, could it? "Not looking that bad yourself."
Bryson: "Thanks toots!" He snapped his fingers, knowing things have started off great. "I kinda hate movie houses and like I heard about this awesome rave party goin on in town and-" He paused for a moment. "Or we could just go on some quiet mushy dinner date?" He offered.
Saphir: She peculiarly raised an eyebrow. "How about that rave party?"
Bryson: "You're really interested?" He's genuinely surprised by this, thinking she had enough of parties after that incident. "Sure you up for it? Drugs, booze and horny teens everywhere.."
Saphir: She shrugged. "Well, you seem to want to go, so why not?"
Bryson: "F*ck yeah.."
(OOC: Uhm mind making us a rave forum and posting first? I gtg for a bit :/)