"Party's over," Percy burst inside, slamming the door behind him. His hair was disheveled and he was breathing hard. Elliot jumped to his feet, knocking Aeron's card game into a scattered mess. Aeron rolled his eyes as if it was a usual occurrence, delicately dropping his hand onto the table in defeat. Elliot eyed Percy as if his posture alone could dictate the problem. What a prat.
"Jilly here made sure of that," Percy crossed his arms, throwing me a look. I sneered back, folding my arms over my chest.
"Don't call me tha-"
"What are we looking at?" Elliot interrupted me. I narrowed my eyes but refrained from further comment.
"Card guards, two of them," Percy threw his backpack onto the ground, disappearing into the kitchen. Walking out IPhone in hand he fell into the couch. His eyes flashed across the screen for a second before meeting mine.
"C-card guards?" my voice wavered as I eyes him evenly, "But-"
"Alice's," it wasn't exactly sympathy but something colored his tone, "Card guards."
Falling silent I drew my knees up to my chest, averting my eyes from his. He turned away, assessing the rest of the group.
"They have the place covered, and we're too broke to hotel hop unless one of you can pull a couple hundred out of your ass. I'm open to ideas," he raised an eyebrow, spreading his arms wide, "Come on now not all at once."
"I would say my place but something about 'and if you ever come back we'll call the police' is giving me second thoughts," he continued, "Dylan? Jillian?"
"Wait, don't you live on a pirate ship?" Dylan squinted, looking up from his laptop.
"No you massive prick I'm adopted. I don't live on a bloody pirate ship," he shook his head, "Anything useful? Anything?"
"My mum lives under the sea, and I'm not particularly fond of drowning," Dylan snorted, returning to his computer.
"I live in New Hampshire in case you don't remember where you kidnaped me from," I crossed the room, "A bit far for the bus."
Draping myself over the dingy old couch I gritted my teeth, ancient springs grinding into my backside, "What about you?" I glanced over to Aeron.
"My father is in Tartarus," he sneered, "Visitors aren't exactly welcome."
"I meant your mom you idiot," I rolled my eyes, looking over to Elliot like 'get a load of this moron'. He stared down at me coldly and I smirked besides myself.
"She's dead," he huffed indifferently, turning away, "Soon after conception."
"Wait, she was mortal? You're a halflbreed?" I looked him up and down, "That's disgusting."
"Halflbreed? You dare? I was supposed to be a KING!" he shouted, rising to his feet, "But dear 'ol dad ruined that for me too. We both lost our divinity in a double or nothing and now the only throne I'll get is managerial at PIZZA KING if I'm lucky! It's his fault," he turned towards the open window, looking down at the city below, "He's weak and old and I've outgrown him. And if you ever, EVER speak to me like that again? I'll really show you the power of the gods," threat tinged his voice.
"But you can't," I smirked, "Because you're not. You're a tiny little mortal with daddy issues to boot so if you think you can just-"
He whipped around. Grabbing my shirt he slammed me into the cabinet. Before I could say anything Caleb jumped forward, wrenching us apart. Glaring at Aeron he shook his head.
"If you could control yourself for one damn minute maybe we'd get somewhere. My mom is batshit crazy but at least she's nearby and won't try to kill us," he faced the rest of us, "We'll take the bus uptown if you think you can behave for that long."
Aeron glowered, wrenching himself from Caleb's grip. I sat back into the couch, a satisfied smirk lining my face. Caleb shook his head, disappearing back into the kitchen.
"Bus leaves in ten ladies," Dylan called from his laptop, not bothering to look up. Percy shouldered his backpack, leaning against the door.
"Shall we?"
Wow Jillian is just not good at making friends. If you want to know the actor inspiration, leave a review and I'll pm you. Until next chapter!