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The closer Blake was to the sky, the more at home she felt. Which was weird because she hated her father. She hated a lot of things; babies and throw up and eggs benedict, but she hated Zeus with a fiery passion. He had never been there for her or her mother, even if she hated Kylie a little more than Zeus. It wasn’t right to leave a pregnant teenager afraid and alone, hating that she had to have a baby she didn’t even want. Although, Blake was happy Kylie had her, because she wouldn’t be able to hate the world as much as she did today. It was currently nighttime, the entire camp asleep except for a few campers who went out to search for so called ‘monsters’. Apparently some guard was murdered last night, and the whole camp was enraged about it. When confronted on whether she’d help or not, Blake gruffly agreed, if not for adventure. Growing up, Blake was practically an orphan, and she and her two best friends had adventures around the small town they grew up in. They often got into a lot of trouble, but it was either that or building jigsaw puzzles together, and Blake could never sit still for more than five minutes at a time without pacing like a caged tiger in a zoo, just waiting to pounce on the nearest child. 

But underneath the inky blanket of sky and silver stars woven in like thread, Blake could say she could sit here for hours and just look at space. How it all blistered and erupted before her, life and death in a single instant. It was very pretty here at camp, because there were no lights to block out the brilliant blues and greens and reds that came with all the stars and nebulas and planets. It took her breath away, and it made her feel small and insignificant in a world where monster rang amok and people died everyday. She meant nothing to space, to oblivion. In the eyes of all that is old, she was just a tiny ant made for squashing. It was times like these, when Blake actually thought about her life and deep, philosophical thoughts, that she was glad to have a dusty bottle whiskey right beside her, resting nicely on the shingles of her cabin. Blake did not fear being caught, as her sisters were sleeping, and they were probably too afraid to say anything to her anyways. 

The girl took a swig of the amber brown liquid and shuddered. It wasn’t nice going down and it was even worse going up, but drinking was Blake’s escape. She did it as a recreational type of thing with Alex and Etta when they skipped school and drank cheap wine disguised as paper bags under an overpass. But after the hellhound and the apparent death of Etta, Blake turned something that was supposed to be fun and recreational for teenagers into a crutch. She drank to forget who she was and the pain she had caused to others. Her powers were something to be feared even if she could control them and have total power over them. Blake didn’t want to remember the day her grandparents dropped her off at the home and left her to rot and fend for herself. She didn’t want to remember the disdain her guardians looked at her with. She didn’t want to remember her childhood. Her childhood was full of demons waiting to snatch her up and keep her captive. Alcohol, surprisingly, held the demons back. So Blake used it as a mental weapon. 

Blake wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her black pyjama shirt. She hadn’t bothered to get dressed, and was in a grey and black stripped pants and a black shirt. Fuzzy coal coloured slippers adorned her feet, and against all that darkness, her blonde hair and tan skin shone out like a radiant sun. There was a noise behind the demigod, and Blake was torn from her tortured thoughts abruptly. She turned her entire body, tense with fear and hesitation. There was a boy in front of her, and Blake was so shocked she almost fell off the roof.
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Atticus should be asleep, it's late and being out at this hour is just asking to get caught. Yet here he is, on his way back from the mess hall the pockets of his sweat pants and jacket stuffed full of various snack items. The reason for this small and stupid adventure is that he can't sleep. So he does the only thing he can think of, getting a midnight snack. Luckily for Atticus, he's managed to go unnoticed and if he can just reach his cabin everything should be fine and dandy.

But when he reaches the courtyard, he stops. It looks like there's movement on top of the Zeus cabin. Raising an eyebrow he walks closer, craning his neck to see. Yes it looks like there's a girl on top of the cabin. And she looks like he's alone. Smirking Atticus puts two and two together and decides to join her. Walking around the cabin he looks for a place to climb up, and he finally locates an area behind the cabin where if he can get onto a window sill he might be able to pull himself up onto the roof. So naturally he tries it.

Atticus grits his teeth as he begins climbing up the side of the cabin, he's trying his best to be absolutely silent. If he were to wake someone up, he'd have absolutely no explanation for why he's climbing up to the roof of the Zeus cabin. He's almost successful until he reaches the top and trips over the ledge, falling forward. He lets out a few swears as he slowly pushes himself up. He then slowly stands up and moves closer to the girl. "I didn't mean to scare you, but can I join you?"he asks, motioning towards the bottle in the girls hand.

Without waiting for an answer, Atticus takes the opportunity to sit down. He then begins to pull the various junk food items out of his pockets and spread them out. Picking up a package of animal crackers he smirks and holds them out to the girl. "Fancy a few?"he asks with a laugh. It's such an odd question he wouldn't be surprised if the girl told him to get lost. But oh well, he might as well try. Especially because he can tell, even in this awful light, that the girl is very pretty. And he doesn't pass up the chance to talk with pretty girls.
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As a little girl, Blake Grey was afraid of the dark. Darkness held horros and spiders and kidnappers, everything that a princess like herself should be afraid of. Kylie, of course, did nothing to ease her child’s suffering, rather preferring to go to the bar and get wasted, leaving Blake with her grandparents, who had not raised a toddler since Kylie. Of course, their idea of getting Blake to face her fear was straight on. They left her in a dark closet until she stopped screaming. They thought that Blake had finally overcome her fear of darkness, and while they were correct, Blake had also formed a new fear in the small and cramped space. Noises. She developed claustrophobia because of her grandparents idiotic methods. Even now, when she was in an open, clear, and airy space such as the roof, the hairs on her skin pricked up with goosebumps as the boy sat next to her. His pockets seemed to bulge with what she perceived as food, and through the darkness she could tell he was in his pyjamas. So, two demigods who abhorred sleep were on the same roof together. It made Blake slightly uncomfortable. She’d never seen him around camp, his secrets unbeknownst to her. What was his name? Who was his parent? Where did he come from prior to camp? It wasn’t like Blake cared, but it would have set her mind at ease. One couldn’t be too careful around strangers, especially someone like Blake, who had spent too many years in the foster care system fighting for her life and sanity against bullies and mean grown ups. 

“Freaking hell.” She said, scrambling away from the mysterious boy. From a young age, Blake cursed like a sailor, and with no one to correct her language, it was a habit she would probably never break. It made her seem tough and impenetrable, using the swears as both swords and armour to protect her. “You're a goddamn idiot, you could have made us both fall off.” As her heart rate slowed, the demigod used more logic during this situation instead of emotion. The boy was probably looking for company, something that Blake was all too familiar with. She could relate to that, all those lonely hours at the foster home cold and alone, without so much as a mouse for company. The other children laughed at her once they found out that she shocked herself nearly every time she touched an electrical outlet, and they knew about her fear of cold water. The little shits liked to pour freezing water on Blake as a joke every year for her birthday. Still, until Blake found Alex and Etta, she was so frightfully alone, and so the demigod couldn’t blame the boy to come and sit up with her, which was why she didn’t chew him out and push him off the roof right then and there. “Well you did scare me, freaking moron. I nearly fell off the goddamn roof."

The boy sat down beside her after motioning to her whiskey bottle. At least he didn’t grab it out of her hands like some people did. If she thought hard enough, Blake could still imagine the stale breath of the homeless people under the overpass who took her alcohol without permission. She shuddered, but not with cold, instead with fright. Men like that frightened her. Men with greasy hair and beer bellies and yellowed teeth that were going to fall out any second. Judging by the way this boy looked, with his reddish hair and clean clothes, Blake could tell he wasn’t like them. So why did he want a drink? Was he like her, tormented to the brim with demons? Blake handed the bottle to him after taking a long swig. In return, she took a packet of animal crackers. 

“So, what’s your shitty story?” Blake asked, popping a few crackers in her mouth. She didn’t bother to look at what kind of animal she was eating, but even in the daylight it would have been near impossible to tell; the shapes were always horribly disfigured. Were you eating a toucan or a tiger? Bird or bear? The food dried out her mouth, so Blake snatched the bottle away from the boy and took another drink. “You’ve got to have one, all of us do.” All of us referring to the demigods who choose to drink, because if you didn’t you were relatively unscarred in the world’s horror and cruel design.
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Atticus runs his fingers through his hair as he watches the girl. She sounds pretty annoyed and he doesn't blame her. First off he has no right to be up here, secondly she's right about the falling off of the roof part. So that poses the question: why is he still here? Why not? There's nothing else to do, and he's almost positive the girl's not going to kick him off.

However as he listens to what she has to say Atticus can't help but laugh. "Yes, we've established that you could have fallen off the bloody roof"he says to her, he's not annoyed though more amused than anything. Grinning he takes the bottle and takes a swig from it. It's a bit strong but he's still able to handle it. He's pretty good at handling alcohol, when he was younger his father would always lazily offer him a sip of his drink so by the time he was fifteen, Atticus was prepared to stomach alcohol unlike most of his friends.

Hearing the girl's question Atticus raises an eyebrow. Ah that would be why she's drinking on the roof of her cabin during the middle of the night. It's honestly the only explanation if he thinks about it. Although that doesn't really answer the question of why he's drinking. "My shitty story?"he repeats as he raises an eyebrow. It's an interesting question seeing as although he was unhappy in his life, it was by no means shitty. "I don't have one"he finally says as he reaches over and takes one of her animal crackers.

Sighing he looks over at the girl. "I'd call it unhappy"he finally decides. Yes, unhappy a very fitting adjective. "I'm not going to lie and say that I didn't get everything I wanted, because I did"he says as he stares at the center of the courtyard. [color#E41B17]"But it came with a price, my dad never wanted me that was always clear"[/color]he says with a small laugh as he begins to remember all the empty promises, the missed football games, the parentless parent teacher conferences. "I wasn't supposed to happen, I was a mistake"he says remembering some of the particularly harsh words his father's said over the years. "But enough about me, what's your story?"he asks as he turns to look at the girl.
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There were not many people people that Blake could honestly say she liked. There was Etta and there was Alex, but any other person she’d known was either collateral damage or someone she wanted destroyed. Almost everybody steered cleared of her, because they knew what Blake was capable of. As a daughter of Zeus, it was safe to say that the girl could hold her own and protect herself. Also, having the most famous god as a father made you kind of a badass by default. Most boys wouldn’t even look Blake in the eye without quivering in awe and trembling with fear. That was how she liked everyone, on their knees kissing her boots and telling how how much she meant to them. When the girl was little, she never got much, maybe a stringy doll here and a tattered shirt there, but nothing like she got here at camp. Here she was treated like royalty, mostly because of the fear she induced into the smaller demigods. They got stuff for her like extra cookies at lunch and the best material for sleepwear at the camp store. Here, Blake Grey was the queen and everyone else her servants. They were all dirt underneath her feet. So, logically, the girl should have boozed the strange boy around, barking at him to get off of her roof and go annoy some other girl. But that didn’t happen. Maybe it was the charm that he oozed, or maybe it was the fact that they were just two lonely people wanting to drink, but Blake wanted him to stay. “It’s okay I forgive you.” She replied silkily, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. It had been so long since she smiled.

As Blake took another long pull from the half-empty whiskey bottle, she was surprised to hear that the boy hadn’t had a sob story. So why in her father’s name was he drinking? Suddenly she felt a rush of anger towards the boy, but never expressed it. People acted differently than her, no matter how much she hated to admit it. Alex often told her that if everyone was like her, the world would be an awfully dull place to live in, though the demigod couldn’t disagree more. A planet full of Blake Grey’s would have been marvellous, because there would be no fighting about wars, there wouldn’t be a need to solve world hunger, and every problem anyone ever had would disappear. But despite the boy saying he didn’t have a sob story, and despite the fact that Blake could care less about his life, he still divulged into a monologue. Blake merely rolled her eyes and took another drink.

Mother Nature was beginning to spin around and around, making Blake dizzy. She was probably way over the legal alcohol amount by a long shot, and would have one of the worst hangover’s she’d experienced in a long time, but Blake didn’t want to stop. Not until tonight was forgotten, not until she blacked out to the point where she didn’t even know her own name. Zeus’ daughter was on a path of destruction and distraction, a force too wicked and too headstrong to be stopped. By tomorrow morning at around 10, one of her sisters would probably get Chiron or Mr. D, and she’d be in more trouble than she was the previous night and the night before that. With Blake, with was a never-ending chain of punishments, camp was like her own personal hades. She only went here to keep Alex and Etta safe, though in the end it didn’t do them much good.

“Dude, same.” Blake said, her words slurring. From a very early age it was clear that Kylie didn’t want her, and although her grandparents tried to love her and take care of her it was just too much for an elderly couple. The difference between these two demigods, however, is that the boy got whatever he wanted when he wanted it, but the girl didn’t. She had to fight tooth and nail and claw to get even the smallest of scraps, though with two friends it was easier. “My biotch of a mother left me to die in a freaking foster home. You think your life was so unhappy? I never even got a christmas present until I was five, and no one even remembered my birthday until a year after that.” Blake ate another animal cracker and laid down on the cold roof. The boy’s accent was british, which sounded nice against her ears that until today only heard american tongue. She didn’t know if he could understand her because of the way her words jumbled together, but Blake didn’t care because that was how she knew the whiskey was doing what she wanted it to. Make her forget.
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atticus fowler
"I couldn't care less about presents, presents mean nothing"he mumbles as he holds his hand out for his turn with the bottle. Holding it up to his lips he tilts his head back and takes a long swig. He then places the bottle next to him as he lets out a sigh. "All I ever wanted was for my dad to actually be present for something going on in my life, I never got that"he says quietly as he stares down at his feet. "He didn't even bother showing up to see me in the hospital the time my appendix burst"he comments, "He never wanted a son, and he sure as hell did a good job pretending that he didn't have one"he adds this time with a laugh. "So let's just leave it with we both had shitty lifes"he says as he looks at the girl.

With that Atticus lets out a loud sigh as he lays back, resting his head on his arms. For a while he stares up at the stars, but this soon becomes very boring. "I'm Atticus by the way"he introduces himself, not even bothering to look at the girl. It's too much effort, plus in this light she might not even be able to tell he's not looking at her. Especially not with how intoxicated she is. He hopes she doesn't notice, he'd feel bad if she does.

After a while he rolls onto his side, and looks at Blake a grin slowly spreading across his face. "We should do something fun!"he suggests as he watches her. What he means by fun Atticus has absolutely no clue, but it's late and he's intoxicated so he'll be entertained by just about anything at this point. Maybe Blake will have an idea or he could always find something himself. Like shadow puppets! Wait that's lame, plus he doesn't know how to make any animals. Well there goes his only idea. Oops. He should think before speaking in case he's asked to provide more information. But it's much too late for that at this point.

At this point Atticus should be getting back to his cabin but in his current state he'd be likely to fall trying to get down. So instead he'll wait until morning to make his exit. Whether or not he'll be alone that's another question. He certainly hopes that she won't ditch him in the middle of the night, but it's happened before so he can't say it's impossible. And if he's not alone that brings up the question of what he'd do. He'd certainly not leave without doing anything, but would he leave a note? Or wake her? What's customary to do in such a situation? Thinking about is causing his brain to hurt and he resolves to solve it when he's actually in the situation. Yes that sounds like a wonderful plan.
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Blake was always a girl who wanted material things. The latest phone, the best designer jeans, and the coolest sunglasses known to man. Being a materialistic girl was hard, as one would expect, growing up in a household like she did. Blake was always poor, any money she managed to earn back at the home was taken from her, leeched from her hard grasp. The owners claimed it was for her own good, and that they were going to use it for things like gas and electricity. But Blake was anything but a fool. Deep down she knew that those slugs only used her money for their own personal gain, and there would often be a stray bottle of whiskey that wasn’t there before. Every time that happened, a little part of the demigod died inside, and slowly she became a rock, hard and angry. Still, the boy beside her didn’t really have much of a sob story. So what his father never paid any attention to him? At least he had a father who was present in his life. Zeus had done nothing to show he knew of Blake’s existence. However, she was too tired and drunk to actually fight him on the issue, so she just rolled her eyes, knowing that her life had been a hundred times worse than anyone’s she knew. It would probably end horribly as well, because Blake knew that statistics for a demigod her age, and living to be eighteen was a miracle in itself; she’d probably die soon, choking on her own pool of blood. “We were both ghosts.” Blake said to the boy, taking another long drawl of alcohol, ultimately emptying it.

Deciding it was better to shatter the evidence than worrying about where to hide it and how to dispose of it, Blake dropped the bottle over the side of the cabin. She watched as the bottle tumbled and spun through the air, a final beautiful, gliding dance before the death that was sure to follow. The demigod took another handful of animal crackers and munched on them, feeling like a child in preschool again. Leaning back, she looked at the stars. Zeus, if he ever had done this, could watch his fiery daughter 24/7. When she lived in the foster home, Blake always felt connected to the sky, and now she knew why, and she hated herself for it. Suddenly, the boy told her his name, and the girl had to stifle her drunken laughter. Atticus? What kind of a name was that? Of course, knowing that some people were sensitive about their name, Blake managed to keep her  manners intact despite being intoxicated. Besides, she probably wouldn’t remember it come morning, and she sure as hell wouldn’t remember him come next week. “Blake,” She introduced herself monotone. 

When Atticus spoke up about doing something fun, Blake laughed, and turned on her side to face his shadowed form. “You don’t find getting so blindly drunk you can’t remember your own name fun? Gods you’re weird.” A gust of air blew over her body, making her shiver. While her sleepwear was incredibly soft, it didn’t protect well against the elements. Goosebumps easily formed on her skin. She sighed, mentally admitting that she was bored, and doing something with this boy wouldn’t actually kill her, despite every nerve in her brain making accusations otherwise. “Okay, I guess I could get another bottle of whatever and we can play never have I ever?” It was like she was willingly putting down her walls, letting all defenses drop from her heart. Blake was warming up to this stranger slowly, and she didn’t quite understand why.
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Atticus lets out a small sigh as he gazes off the edge of the roof. It feels weird to view the camp from on top of a cabin, let alone the Zeus Cabin. He feels a new aura of power, it's like he's on top of the world. Here he's free, no one's going to come tell him that he has to do something. Or that he has to get down and go back to his life.  "That's one way to put it"he mutters as he hears her ghost comment. Ghosts, how fitting. That's what he feels like, a ghost. And he's tired of feeling like one.

For a few moments Atticus sits there just thinking about Blake's ghost comment. He is a ghost. He grew up in a household with a father who never cared about him. And now at camp, he's just that one hot Aphrodite camper. No one seems to care about the efforts he goes to in order to be nice to people, because they are ignored. And no one has ever expressed interest in being his friend. To them he's another shallow and idiotic son of Aphrodite. Granted that yes sometimes he gets too caught up in material items and he's a bit pompous but he's still a good person. And he wishes that someone would just see that. But maybe, just maybe Blake will be the person to see past that and be his friends.

"Blake"he says slowly, letting her name roll off of his tongue his speech slightly slurred.  "I like it"he says slowly,  "It's got a nice sound to it"he adds with a small laugh. He's still confused by the American's using boy's names for girls and girl's names for boys, but that's beside the point. Blake is a unique name but it fits her.

Atticus chuckles as he reaches for the bottle to take another sip, before sitting it down. "No,"he says slowly his words drawn out as he looks over at the girl, "It's not fun, it's more of a curse"he says with a laugh. He then takes another sip, this one a lot longer. He's slowly falling into that familiar feeling of where he doesn't have to care. And sure it feels nice while it lasts, but the aftermath is full of regret. But he's gotten this far so there's no point in turning back down. "Sounds fun"he says in response to her suggestion of playing a game. It sounds fun, well not so much fun as interesting. He'd like to get to know his new drinking buddy.

Still grinning, Atticus leans back so he's proping himself up with his elbows as he turns his head to look at Blake. "Would you like to start?"he asks with a small laugh. Although they haven't started he gets the feeling that they're going to have fun. They have a surprising amount of things in common and he's interested to find out if they have anything else in common. Plus she's extremely attractive and he wouldn't really mind getting to know her. Actually in this state he probably wouldn't mind if they took it past getting to know each other, but again that would be the alcohol. He's not some sort of pig.
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If there was one thing Blake was thankful for when it concerned Kylie, her stupid, teenage mother who didn’t give a shit when it came to anyone but herself, it was her name. Blake, an english word in origin. Blake, meaning light and dark. Two faced. That was what this demigod was essentially. One minute she’d be fine, happy, confident that she was the queen of the entire world, and no one could bring her down. But other times, she took a spiraling turn for the worst, losing her wings like Icarus did, and everything was shit and she was shit, and there was no recovering. Really, Blake could be considered bipolar, but maybe it was just because she knew things that others didn’t, felt things most had never felt. The girl doubted that Atticus had ever felt true, agonizing hunger, where your stomach was about the size of a small fruit and to keep from crying out in pain you ate the nuts off of trees. Atticus had probably never felt any of the things that Blake felt. Her name was special to her, it was the only thing that she could really own, but even that wasn’t completely hers, it was Kylie’s. Many times the girl had thought about changing her name to something else so she could have the last laugh instead of Kylie. “You think so? Thanks. I do too.” Blake swallowed a lump in her throat. Should she say something about his name? “Yours is very antique, I’ve never heard it except for that one guy in that one book. He was a bird?” Clearly, she was both ignorant and drunk. “You’ve got an accent…  What is it? British?” She smirked. “Man, british guys are hot. Blake’s voice was slurred as she got up. 

“I’ll be back, british dude. Don’t go anywhere.” She pointed to the spot his was sitting, her eyes unfocused. Blake moved her mouth a little, as if she was going to say something else, but she shook her head, walking on the roof. At one point, Blake lost her footing, and she toppled down the roof, grabbing the gutter with the tips of her hands. Originally her plan was to jump through the chimney, sneaking through the house like Santa Claus. However, she noticed that one of her sister’s windows were open, so Blake hopped through the open window, landing ungracefully in a heap on the floor. Her half-sister didn’t wake up, so the demigod successfully got the alcohol. A bottle of vodka, and a bottle of wine. Blake smirked. People, especially her cabin mates, were idiots. They tried hiding her supply of booze, but the girl had been hiding secrets in plain sight since she was five. There wasn’t anything she couldn’t make invisible. Remembering it was cold outside, Blake grabbed a blanket for extra measure. Having what she needed, the demigod clambered back up to the roof, sitting by Atticus and tossing her hair over her shoulder, passing him the wine. 

She opened up her vodka, and grabbed another animal cracker, biting off its head first. “Sorry, pal,” Blake said to the half eaten food. “Life’s cruel.” With that, she popped the body in her mouth and chewed until she swallowed. “Alright, let’s start.” The demigod sat for a moment, thinking, her green eyes wavering off in the distance, staring at nothing in particular. “You know the rules, right?” Blake didn’t wait for an answer. “Never have I ever… tried stealing a dog from a petsmart.” She looked at Atticus.
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Atticus chuckles as he picks one of the animal crackers out of the box and stares at it a few minutes, turning it over in his hand. It's a cat, a very fascinating cat. It's amazing how such a tiny cookie can look so much like a cat. It's almost like some form of magic, well at least to someone who's intoxicated it's magic. "It's so magical"he whispers as he stares at the cat for a few more seconds before finally eating it. To wash it down, he takes another sip from his bottle.

"Atticus Crane? No it's Pardolote isn't it?"Atticus says as he scrunches his eyebrows together. He knows who Blake is talking about but he can not think of his last name, only that it's some type of bird. But does it even matter? It's just the last name of a guy who's so unoriginal that he has to steal his name. Knitting his eyebrows together in confusion, Atticus sits there for several minutes trying to figure out what his name is. Because something about Pardolote just doesn't sound quite right. "Finch!"Atticus cries out of the blue, he's suddenly remembered the last name of the book guy. Atticus Finch. If he's going to be honest Atticus Fowler sounds way better than Atticus Finch.

When Blake makes a comment about his accent he can't help but laugh, "Why thank you my lady"he says as he bends over, extending his arm like he's bowing. As he sits there waiting for her return, Atticus spends his time consuming more alcohol and pondering the creation of animal crackers. He's not sure if he'll ever know how they are made. When Blake returns after an eternity, Atticus tilts his head back to watch her. "Welcome back love"he says with a wide grin.

When Atticus hears Blake's question he knits his eyebrows together in confusion. Petsmart? What the bloody hell is petsmart? And who steals a dog? What type of question is this? He's quite annoyed by it. Narrowing his eyes he looks up at Blake, "What is Petsmart?"he asks her as he takes another sip of his drink. He's dangerously close to finishing the bottle which can't be good for his health, not to mention he's just going to want more.
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The night air was cool and chilled, making the hair on Blake’s neck stand up with goosebumps. She should have worn better clothing, but even in her drunken state she had to admit that this outfit was hella cute, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. Blake didn’t know what it was - the alcohol influencing her brain or the guy altogether - but she found Atticus somewhat hot. Not that she’d ever admit it to him. No, Blake Grey was much too proud to admit to someone like him that she found him cute. Besides, Atticus probably got it all the time, she didn’t need to inflate his ego anymore. “I dunno dude, never read the fecking book in the first place.” The demigod commented. Her eyes were half closed to the world, but she wasn’t going to fall asleep. Well, not yet anyways. There was still a lot more alcohol she could consume before her body deemed it too much. She giggled. “I could call you Atty. Or Attic. Atty Attic Atty Attic.” After a couple minutes of saying those ridiculous names, Blake rolled on the roof, laughing. “What’s up, Attic?” She tried out his new nickname, giggling. It was strange, how open Blake became when she lost her inhibitions. 

Maybe she should have grabbed more alcohol… More alcohol meant they could play the game longer and the girl wouldn’t have to be alone for the rest of the night. Blake didn’t generally have a reason for binge drinking like this, though most times it could be attributed to loneliness. Her entire life, Blake Grey had been lonely. No one wanted her, and she’d never really found a home to belong too. Her foster parents were just in it for the check so they could buy their own things, and they often ordered her and the other kids around like slaves. So maybe drinking was also a way of forgetting her life. But at any rate, with her and Atticus both drinking at the rate that they did, they’d be left high and dry soon. Blake blushed when Atticus called her love.

“What? You brits don’t have petsmart? Well where do you go to steal your dogs then?” She asked him, completely confused. But the demigod shrugged. “Okay, your turn."
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