Monroe was really trying to adapt for her brother, and where was he? Not at this Town Ball he suggested to go to. "Go socialize... meet some people," Monroe bickered to herself, quoting the words Tobias offered her before shooing her out of their new home. Luckily for him, she actually had a decent dress to wear, it was black lace that accented her prominent collar bone and long legs. Monroe wore her long dreadlocks in a neat updo, that showcased her long neck and sharp cheekbones. While she looked classy, she felt uncomfortable and out of place as she stood off to the side, watching everyone else interact.
Prim had just finished a dance with Paavo when she wandered off the dance floor. She had a happy buzz from the champagne she'd partaken in and her cheeks were rosy from dancing. She spotted the graceful looking girl standing away from the other party guests. Feeling extra social, she walked over and leaned against the wall next to her. "Hiya," she mused, "I'm Prim. Enjoying the dance?"
She'd been spaced out, mostly brooding. Her furrowed brow loosened once she realized Prim was speaking to her. An awkward smile formed, as she tried to express, friendliness. "Uh, yeah I guess... Hi." Monroe obviously wasn't comfortable, despite how her shoulders squared to a more confident stance.
"What's your name?" Prim asked with a warm smile. She could sense the hesitation in the girl's stance and was trying to open her up. Prim always loved a challenge when it came to people.
"Nyx," she blurted, before pink flooded her cheeks in embarrassment, "I mean, Monroe." She cleared her throat before offering another, more comfortable smile, "I'm Monroe, what's your name?" All the while she was scolding herself mentally, for coming off as such an idiot.
Prim giggled to herself and raised an eyebrow at the girl. "I'm Prim," she repeated cheerfully, "and my mother is Aphrodite. I'm guessing you're a Nyx kid then?"
She released a breath. This girl was nice and only sort of laughed at her goof-up. "Yeah, that's what I'm told at least," she nodded. Monroe's eyes skipped over the girl, actually focusing on the being she was speaking to, but it wasn't in a judgmental or skeevy way. "Aphrodite makes sense," she nodded, "are you initially from camp or did you come straight her...?" Monroe really wasn't good at small talk, but was giving it her best.
Prim reddened slightly at the girl's question. "Actually, I still live at camp. I just came because my dad is moving to New Athens. His dad is Apollo, so he's excited to be back here. He used to tell me amazing stories of camp. I can tell he really loved it here."
Monroe chuckled, "Your dad sounds like the complete opposite of my dad." The girl could really use a beer right now, or at least a shot of whisky... but she had a feeling this place was pretty by the books, when it came to alcohol. "My dad wasn't a demigod, but he could see through the mist... he really wasn't a fan of camp." Her eyes skipped across the room as memories of her father flooded her mind. Monroe's jaw clenched momentarily, as she swallowed the rising emotions.
Prim frowned and reached out a delicate hand, placing it on Monroe's arm. She wasn't sure how she felt about touch, but Prim had no other way to express her sympathy. "I'm sorry. As soon as my dad moves in you can always come over. If you're lucky he'll be baking something with his boyfriend. They make some delicious sweets." She let go of Monroe and smiled. "For now, wanna come with me to the drink table? I could use another glass of champagne."
She was taken off guard by the contact, but wasn't taken aback. She gave a sincere smile of appreciation, raising her brows at the mention of sweets. "Your dad make a good pie?" She joked, before eyeing the table of drinks Prim mentioned. "I can definitely go for something alcoholic... " Monroe decided against mentioning her age, almost positive the daughter of Aphrodite wasn't 21
Prim beamed and took Monroe's hand, leading her towards the drinks table. She grabbed a glass of champagne. "Honestly, I didn't think they'd let me drink, but they seem to be a bit loose with regular mortal laws." She took a sip of her drink and sighed. "I love champagne. The bubbles just make me feel... well... bubbly."
"Yeah, this isn't so bad," Monroe agreed, "how old are you, by the way? I'm 19." She took a sip of the champagne and grimaced. It wasn't really her cup of tea. She'd never had the bubbly beverage before and could honestly go without it. Today is just a day of new experiences for the demigod.
Prim took another sip and smirked. "I'm 17, but my dad has always believed in a good chardonnay with dinner even when I was younger. Not to mention I'm pretty and young from L.A. so there will always be creeps who give girls like me alcohol. Personally, I've never been one to partake in that, but I know girls who love sketchy pop star parties."
"I spent my whole life hunting monsters, so..." Monroe lifted her glass to toast. "You're like my polar opposite," she admitted, "but it's pretty cool."
Prim's mouth fell open at that statement. "Hunting monsters?" She gaped. "Talk about polar opposite, I lived my life as an American princess. Sweetheart of network television." She laughed at herself. "Hunting monsters must be really cool though, but too dangerous for me."
Her posture relaxed as she found comfort in the familiarity monster hunting brought. "Yeah we lived on the road, never staying anywhere longer than a few days," she reminisced, "ever night was another adventure and another kill."
"Sounds like a TV show," Prim sighed dreamily, "Maybe one day they'll make a show about you and I can be in it. I couldn't play you obviously. You're so cool and collected. I usually get cast as the bubbly blonde."
She chuckled, shaking her head. "I've nearly died so many times, if anyone wanted to play me in a tv show, they'd need to be down for stunts. Her brown eyes brightened, as she told prim of the time they hunted a pack of rogue hell hounds. It consisted of Bacon scented lotion, a bear trap, and her brother swinging across a bridge like tarzan. All for it to end when their dad threw a celestial dagger into the pack leader's eye.
Prim listened to every word of her amazing story. "I'd love to meet your brother," Prim said, "You both sound like action heroes. Maybe I'll talk to my dad about buying the rights." She laughed to herself and grabbed another glass of champagne and handed Monroe a beer. "This seems more your speed."
She gave a sheepish smile, thanking her for the beer. Carefully, she put her have full flute of champagne back onto the table, not knowing where else to put it. "So you grew up in the bright city lights of Hollywood.Never really had cable, so I only know the oldies when it comes to cinema... what kind of things were you in?" Monroe wondered.
Prim sipped her champagne thoughtfully and then answered. "I got my start on a children's show my dad produced. It was cute, but I doubt you'd ever watch it." She laughed, imagining the statuesque woman watching "Ellie's Epic Tale". "Then I was in a movie and a Netflix show. I was considering another movie when I had to come here." She looked wistfully into the crowd as she remembered her old life. "Not nearly as exciting as your stories, but that's my life."
Monroe raised eyebrow, "Thaf actually sounds like the dream. I always wanted to be in an old western. A classic colt pistol, horses, the saloon..." You could practically see the stars in her eyes as she painted her dream film.
Primrose's eyes lit up when Monroe said this. She finally felt like she could do something to help. "Can you act?" she said excitedly, almost throwing her champagne onto the table, "Like I said my dad's a producer. If you had something you wanted to do and he could get the other studio execs behind it, that dream could be a reality."
Her eyes widened as she shook her head adamantly. "Oh no, I've never acted a day in my life," she replied flustered, pausing to ponder aloud, over the time she had to pretend to be a Social Service worked in order to save a demigod child from a Cyclops.
Prim frowned at her, but grasped Monroe's hand in her own. "Then I'll help you. You've probably done things way harder than acting. Just think about it ok? I think it could be an amazing opportunity for both of us. My dad's been looking for a thrilling project and a western could be really good. Give it some thought and come find me when you've decided. For now, I'm going to dance and probably find some more friends to talk to. If you make a decision you can find me around camp. I'm pretty hard to miss." With a wink, Prim picked up a third glass of champagne and disappeared into the crowd.