Late Nights [Zan]

"That's just super," Rome muttered into the darkness, clinging onto the bottle in his hand. The bottle was about a third full now, most of its contents buried deep within his stomach now. "Super," he mumbled once again, lifting the bottle to his lips and draining the rest of the alcohol. The vodka burned its way down Rome's throat like acid. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and flung the now empty bottle into the woods, far away from him. He'd just gone for an outing with his father, Thanatos and some woman her child had died in a car crash. Of course, as Death, Thanatos couldn't ignore them, so he'd had to take Rome with him. At the scene of the crash, Roman hadn't expected to see a dead five year old girl.

Roman shook the thoughts from his drunken mind with a simple shake of his head. He'd gotten drunk for a reason. The half moon shone brightly through the clouds even though it was slightly cloudy out. The moon illuminated the courtyard and glittered off of Artemis's cabin, providing a glowy light source. Roman's gaze flitted around for a moment before he staggered forward, the weight of the day's earlier events pressing down on his shoulders. Just as the boy was about to enter the courtyard, his foot snagged on a branch and he went down, snapping twigs in the process. Roman let out a string of curse words, followed by grunts of trying to get up.

Roman emerged in the courtyard, dutsting himself off, and swathed in moonlight. The silver rays bathed him in a white, harsh light which seemingly matched his mood at the moment. Rome raised his hands in a surrendering type of gesture and spoke to the girl quietly. "Relax. I won't hurt you." The effects of the alcohol had disappeared almost completely, the fall sobering him up nicely.

The first thing that Rome noticed about the girl was how pretty she was. The second thing was her heavy, thick accent. It sounded like she was from northern France, but he couldn't be sure unless he asked. However, Rome didn't exactly care enough to ask. After he got past her heavy accent, he realized that she was introducing herself. Rome nodded simply at her. "Je m'appelle Rome," a crooked grin played on his lips purely because he was a little buzzed from downing the vodka. "Madeleine," he said out loud, playing the name up with a fake French accent.

"Bonnnjourrrrr," he dragged out the French greeting slightly slurring it too. He wasn't actually this drunk, he was just being a dork and making her think that he was blasted. "Comment ca va? Je suis fatigue. J'ai eu trop a boire ce soir," he said flawlessly despite the drunken tone of his voice. It was true that Rome could speak French nearly flawlessly, as he'd been in all the French classes throughout high school. He would've been a senior this year, and last year was his last year taking French. He was kind of glad that he was done though. His teacher was truly an awful woman. And she flirted with him too much. Rome shuddered at the thought.

He turned his attention back to Madeleine, though.

Roman didn't exactly want to have a conversation in French, especially not while he was drunk. The world was already spinning enough as it was, he didn't need the troubles of having to remember the verbs and phrases in French, too. Instead, the boy just answered her in English. "I'm fiiiine." He dragged the i in fine out involuntarily. Rome brushed the non existant dust off his shirt and stood up a bit straight and gave the girl a crooked grin. His dark eyes gleamed suggestively in the moonlight.

He didn't feel as crass as he was acting here under the moonlight. Somewhere, in the back of Rome's mind, he felt like he was going to regret this in the morning. That was, if he could get the French girl into bed with him. How hard could it be, though? He was hot, and drunk--easy. He needed a bit of fun tonight.