A/N: Author has no idea how fashion and style work. At best they google random outfits and assume they fit. Blame any fashion faux pax on them. None of Cabin 10 at this point would make the author's mistakes.

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Hey Yo! Thank you so much for commenting! I am glad you're enjoying! I am not sure what you mean by Colette but I assume you're referring to people writing Drew like the two-dimensional mean girl stereotype that Riordan wrote her as (and sometimes even more fanonized). I haven't seen too many Drew-centered fics but the whole purpose of this one was to 3-dimensionalize Drew.

"This match?" Alynna asked holding up a sequined dress. She was comparing it to the sweater in her hands.

"Of course," Cecil, Alynna's current boyfriend, blushed.

Drew checked her watch.

"Alynna, could you be a dear and speed it up a bit?" Drew called "We've got maybe fifteen minutes before the mall closes and you have yet to find me a pair of shoes to go with my all of my new get up."

She wasn't lacking for new clothes. Alynna, her shopping partner, had helped her find a nice pair of designer jeans, a mini skirt, shorts, and a few shirts of varying colors and styles to go along with it. None of them matched her current set of shoes, unfortunately, which Alynna had promised to fix after she finished looking at prom dresses. A feat taking her far longer than any of the other sections had and making the prospect of her keeping her word increasingly smaller.

On classic Saturday night, Cabin 10 style, they'd snuck out with the Hermes campers to go shopping. It had been a tradition as long as an Aphrodite kid had dated a Hermes kid. Chiron turned a blind eye so long as a counselor chaperoned and made sure someone remembered to pay.

Cecil was their current in.

"I'll get to you in a minute," Alynna called. She'd turned back to the display.

Drew checked her watch.

"Still waiting on shoes?" Arlynne appeared behind Drew. Drew jumped. She hadn't heard her older sister come up behind her.

Drew nodded.

"I got you," Arlynne told her. "Come, Alynna takes forever on dresses. She's got a weakness for them. Besides, I'm the resident expert on shoes. That's where I left your sister anyway."

Drew nodded her thanks and followed Arlynne, tugging her massive bag of newly bought clothes.

As Arlynne had promised, Drew spotted her sister sitting surrounded by hundreds of shoeboxes.

"Darling!" Drew called out.

Aimi's eyes flashed open. "I'm busy." She still sent an adorable smile Drew's way before scrunching her eyebrows in concentration. Drew wondered which animal she was trying to bring to life from the shoeboxes surrounding her.

Practicing her gift was the only reason Aimi had been allowed on the trip. Normally, only thirteen-year-olds and older got to tag along. Drew had only just been old enough with her birthday the day before. Children had to stay safe at camp. Still, Chiron had been very insistent that Aimi work on her art but her ability to summon creations from artwork (including not her own). They were going to need every edge if Kronos, his father (ew), was really rising.

"Alright, shoe time." Arlynne flexed her fingers out in front of her. She quickly glanced at Drew's feet and immediately snatched a pair of shoes off the wall before immediately discarding them.

"Nah, too big."

Within a few minutes, Drew had tried on twenty pairs of shoes and picked out a neat pair of heels, silver flats, and a cute slip-on flat that was the same color as Drew's favorite addition, a white shirt covered by a fluffy pink sweater topped by a matching pencil skirt.

"Welp," Arlynne smiled. "We're out of time. Time to buy our spoils. Let's hope Alynne hasn't added a few hundred more dresses to our tab."

"Coming deary?" Drew turned back toward her sister. Aimi had spent the entire time trying to summon at least one unicorn.

"Be right there!" Aimi squeaked. A shiver ran up Drew's spine. Aimi never squeaked.

"Alright," Arlynne called back, seemingly clueless. "You can catch up."

Drew opened her mouth to protest before spotting murder on Arlynne's face and the pointed finger gesturing for silence.

Can you get their attention while I sneak in behind? Arlynne mouthed

Drew nodded back, silently seething. How had a monster snuck up on Aimi? They'd just been one row over.

Arlynne started walking away while Drew slowly crept forward. On her way around, Drew snatched the pair of 12-inch heels on display. If it wasn't going to fit her foot, it might as well be still useful for something.

"The massster will be pleassssed if you come without a struggle," Drew heard a monster's soft hiss. "There'ssss no need for anyone elssse to be hurt."

Aimi whimpered.

"Well, you leave usss no choice."

Aimi screamed.

Drew rushed forward.

She arrived in time to see Aimi reaching for her leg before Aimi's eyes rolled back and she collapsed.

A red haze covered Drew's surroundings.

How dare they!

Drew charged straight at the monsters. Deep in her subconsciousness, something recognized them as dracaena.

One of them was still standing directly over her sister.

Drew didn't give it the chance to notice her arrival. She spun. The heel spun with her, slamming into the eye of the monster as it turned.

There was barely a moment of give before it crumbled to ash.

Drew charged at the next monster. This one was ready.

Drew felt herself fly through the air before she spotted the shield that had tossed her.

"Foolish demigod," the dracaena who'd tossed Drew away with its shield taunted. "We only need one of you tonight. If you'd left usss alone, we'd have done the sssame. But now… there'sssss no reason we can't have a nice and tasssty dinner."

Drew had lost the heel when she'd been tossed. However, quite conveniently, Drew spotted a fire extinguisher right above her head.

Drew jumped to her feet and yanked it off the wall.

Then she charged again.

Her body moved on autopilot. Everything slowed down around her.

There was a spear coming right at her. Drew dodged.

She pulled the tab and sprayed the fluffy extinguisher fluid at the dracaena's face.

The dracaena stumbled as it tried to stop the sudden spray into its face.

Wham! There was a ringing, and another pile of golden dust swept the floor.

Drew leaped at the next one. This one backed up in a panic. Drew made it halfway before the monster crumpled to dust.

Standing behind the monster, leg still extended as if she'd just completed a kick, was Arlynne. Her face was a mask of fearsome beauty. Attached to the bottom of her shoes were celestial bronze blades. In a fireman's carry was Aimi.

"Grab our spoils on our way out," Arlynne told Drew. "Your sisters still got a pulse and I got her to swallow some nectar so she'll be fine until we can get her back to camp."

Aimi! She was alive!

Arlynne suddenly spun around in a pirouette. Behind her rose a few puffs of golden dust.

Drew let a little bit of relief surge through her as she grabbed their bags of clothing and her soon-to-be new pairs of shoes. If life in the Aphrodite cabin had taught her anything, there was never a situation bad enough to leave a perfectly good piece of clothing to be ruined.

Nonetheless, her chest didn't loosen up nor did the crimson haze fully leave her eyes until they returned to camp and Aimi finally opened her eyes.

It wasn't until much later that Drew rubbed her wrist absentmindedly that she noticed the brand-new gold charm bracelet on her wrist. There was only one charm on it. A Scythian Dracaena. The exact monster she had just killed.

A/N: Drew's bday is July 1. Why? Because I've never seen it anywhere and I wanted to give her a summer bday for funsies. Aimi's is gonna be June 22 if I remember it.

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