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Chris' pov

Now perhaps the most intelligent thing to do when you're caught in a small, impenetrable wire cage which occasionally gave the occupant small electric shocks (just to remind them who's boss), would be to call for help. But not me, I had my family's honor to think about. And I didn't particularly want to be found caught in a trap set up by some of my sworn enemies either.

I must have sat there for fifteen minutes, swearing at Leo, myself, Leo, Aphrodite, Leo, children of Hephaestus in general, and then Leo again, and just generally working myself up into a foul mood. But finally, finally, that idiot decided he was going to come rescue me.

The first I heard of anyone approaching was a crash and bang below me as something or more likely, someone, crashed to the floor in an inglorious heap (I hope it was Leo). Then a bed began to rise up to the floor, which was kind of strange. Then, a torch was switched on and shone directly in my face, and finally somebody stumbled forward. Of course, it had to be Leo who saw my humiliation. The fates must have a personal vendetta against me.

But then I saw his pajamas, and my disgrace paled into insignificance.

He was wearing a white shirt and duck pajama pants-but not tough ducks with machine guns and eye patches, oh no, he was wearing pajama pants with ickle, cute rubber duckies on them. And the strangest part was that I actually found it quite attractive in a strange, bastardised, perverse way (thank god he didn't know that though).

"Could you get me out of here please?" I asked in my best 'I'm doing my very best to be polite' voice. Not because I dislike being rude (I enjoy that), but I did want to get out of this gods damn cage.

"'Course" said Leo, cheerfully bounding over to the cage. He fiddled around with a few buttons on the side, and, with one final buzz of electricity the floor of the cage disappeared and I fell in a heap to the floor.

"What are you doing here?" asked Leo, helping me to my feet, apparently unashamed of his trend-setting attire.

"I came to talk to you about the party." I muttered, suddenly finding my feet very interesting.

"Cool, come into my lair." He replied creepily, wiggling his eyebrows for effect.

Rolling my eyes I allowed him to lead me to the bed. We both jumped on and the bed began to sink down into Leo's room (I refuse to call it a 'man cave').

We sat on the bed staring at each other for a few seconds, neither knowing precisely what to say.

"So, since this is a costume party, I guess we should choose some costumes." I finally said, picking up a lovely, fluffy pillow and cuddling it. "Damn it flame-boy, why does your cabin have better pillows than mine?" I cried jealously, instantly regretting my words (hey, it was a good pillow).

He laughed at that, then his face morphed into an uncharacteristically serious expression. Then, ever so slowly, an evil grin spread across his face. "Leave the costumes to me." He finally said.

"Fine" I said, relieved I wouldn't have to worry about that aspect. "So when is this party again?" I asked.

"Saturday night, and it's what, Wednesday now?" he asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"Leo, it's Sunday." I said. Honestly, the boy can lead an army but he doesn't even know what day of the week it is. Mind you, most of my family can lead armies and not many of them can actually read properly, so I suppose I shouldn't be one to talk.

"Oh" he said, as realization dawned on him, then in a more evil voice, he intoned "Oh, yes, excellent, excellent."

"Okay then" I said slowly, standing up. "I'm gonna go now."

"Sure, let me drive the bed."

I am somewhat ashamed to say that once the bed reached the room it took all my effort not to smash my lips against his, instead I settled for a quick, prudish hug.

Standing up, I jumped to the floor, then, just to piss him off, I cried out "And I'm taking the pillow with me!" Grabbing the fluffy accessory I sprinted for the door before he could catch me.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and tomorrow I would have to train and do all that awful stuff, so I sprinted back to my cabin as fast as my tired legs could carry me, leaving Leo with a maniac gleam in his eye.

Something told me I should be worried, very worried.

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