Hey, sorry for the late post. I've been starting a new book and it's writing style is a lot more serious than the PJO series, so I apoligize in advance if this takes a sudden grim view. By the way, I learnt how to write in Elvish. How nerdy is that?

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO. I would like to, but I don't.

Tims POV

Clovicus gave me an urgent look so I turned and noticed a purple splotch on a nearby roof. I knew this one was attached to a body which worried me. I got the feeling that this person in the distance was meant to be noticed as a distraction while others would kill us with javelins or arrows. It was a trap, I knew it. So what did I do? Purposefully tripped it. I walked three steps toward the roman on the roof when I heard the 'thwick' of unleashed arrows and stepped back immediately. Six arrows, which meant six archers. We couldn't eliminate them all, no way. The part that startled me the most was the accuracy of the release. All of them would've got me, the two with most distance between them probably had about 5cm between them. I heard Clovicus and Shelly draw their swords, "Guys, don't do that." I urged.

"Then uh, what do we do?" Clovicus asked.

"I don't know, read a magazine, look for shapes in clouds, or RUN!" I started casual but screamed that last part.

And run we did, every five seconds we would hear collisions with the dirt behind us. They were aiming for our feet, they were trying to stop us. Capture us or talk with us. Probably not talk with us, considering their style of greeting. We ran for a couple minutes, their arrow volleys became less and less frequent probably on account of more aiming required. After a while, we figured they had lost sight of us. We weren't subtle, they would track us down, but just not today. We decided to buy new clothes to slow them down a little. We went over the top, but on the bright side we looked great.

Clovicus was wearing a pair of ripped grey skinny jeans. A tie-dyed singled with a white and black them. A collection of seemingly randomly placed wrist bands, bracelet, arm bands, bandanas, and bicep bands randomly wrapped around his arms. A pair of old school ray bans or hipster glasses, topped off with a bowler cap. He looked so cool, everywhere I looked girls and the occasional guy were checking him out.

I just went for a reliable look, casual...ish. I got a pair of black pinstriped formal shorts, covering the top half of my knees. Perfect fit. A pair of worn in black on white converse chuck taylors. A baggy white V-neck with thick light grey stripes. I wore a tight fitting thick hoody over top, it was a bright rich red. I wore the zip half done up, so the shirt wasn't a waste of money. I wasn't impressing too much people, but I always found girls just looking at me. However, whenever I so much as glimpsed at them, their eyes would divert quick as a birds and would pretend they were never looking. The only one who could sustain to look at me for a while was Shelly.

Shelly...woah.

She looked just amazing. Simple, but amazing. She was wearing a plain black tank top which hugged her nicely, with a pale yellow cardigan. She was also wearing a pale yellow above waist skirt. She was wearing this big chunky belt between the two, it was plain black with a thick chromated buckle. Her skirt went to just above her knees and she was wearing a pair of black Doc Martens with bright yellow laces, which surprisingly went with it. To top it off, a nice oversized yellow bow in her hair.

"Okay, so unless they go looking for models they're not going to find you two" I joked.

"Oh, please the lady practically dressed me herself, I just wanted a long sleeve white shirt and blue jeans" Clovicus muttered.

"That is what you were already wearing" I said and facepalmed myself.

"Oh, right" He said, just realising the whole purpose of the idea. "Well, you two look awesome by the way"

"Thanks" Shelly and I both said at the same time. We exchanged a smile for a second, then in turn received twenty seconds of staring at the ground awkwardly.

"Let's get a hotel" Clovicus suggested, taking the lead. Was he our leader? Was I? We didn't really have one, we needed one.

"Right" Shelly and I both said again. "Jinx!" we both yelled. We beat each other up all the way to the hotel.

I can't remember the name properly Lotus something, all I remember was it was so fun, and we paid such a price for going.

Sorry, for the drab clothing discription of Tim. I just had him wear what I was wearing...WHAT? I couldn't be bothered being creative for three people. Thanks for reading and all, I figured I'd throw in the Lotus Casino. Ciao!