Hey, guys. People from school have seen this account *oh-my-freaking-gods face* I said this will come and it has.

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FinWitch1: I know but I wanted fluff. I am trying my best, seeing as I have never had a boyfriend. So…

Can'tResistThisFantabulosity:

Rachel, right. Spell check said it was Rachael so I went with it. I'm working on dialogue. Usually I look through it and change the underlined parts. Then I upload it. Also, Hades has good lighting system, with massive TV screens and mirrors.

I had most of this written out but something happened and it didn't save it. Oops. Funny day at school, someone fell over a piano, face-planted a ukulele and now has crutches.

This is the last few chapters, I have four people to soak and that's the end. Also, I'mma get this fic to 20,000 views. Only another 2,000 more to go. Get your friends to read it, re-read it, get your friends to read the PJO series and then make them read it.

Hope y'all had a great day, etc.

Dionysus sneered at his deep purple phone. He swilled the ever-present Coke can in his left hand.

"First, he makes me watch this stupid camp, and now he wants me to take part in their games?!" he spat and took a long swig of Coke. He belched, rather unflatteringly and glanced up from his chair on the porch. One of those infernal boys was jogging up to him.

"Ah, Thomas Smith." He dead-panned, taking another long drag at the can.

Thomas was panting. "It's… Travis… sir." He gulped for air. The boy deposited a camera on a tripod in front of him.

"You need to do your Ice Bucket Challenge sir, you were nominated-"

Dionysus waved a hand at him, "I know, I know. I'll do it later." He sighed, and shifted in his seat. He crunched the can up and tossed it at the growing mound of cans.

The conversatrion was over.

So, why, when he opened his eyes, was the boy still looking at him, expectantly?

"What?" he groaned. "Why can't you infernal children leave me alone?"

The boy shifted from foot to foot. "Well, you need to do it soon. It's important. We can get you more Coke?"

Dionysus looked at him lazily, opening one eye. He snapped his fingers, sassiness and contempt behind a thin veil. A Coke can popped into existence and he cracked the top off it, looking at the boy whilst he did it. He drank the cold, refreshing drink.

"What was that you were saying?"

The boy sighed irritably. "We will try to lessen your sentence." He tried.

Dionysus tried not to squeal like a four-year-old mortal girl with a new Barbie.

"Eh, whatever."

"Great, sir. I'll go tell the othe- I'll get your resources. See ya."

And he ran off.

Dionysus rolled his eyes and downed the last of his coke in a gulp.

Then he heaved himself up and trudged inside.

A few hours later (enough time for Dionysus to drink another 547 cans of coke and Grover to eat them all.) (They had good recycling at Camp Half-Blood)

Dionysus looked bored, into the camera the boy had brought to him.

"I am Dionysus. The wine god. Who only drinks Diet Coke because of a stupid nymph. I was nominated, apparently. So here it is." He glowered into the camera and clicked his fingers. A single Coke can dropped down into his waiting hand.

He cracked the lid and held it above his head. Slowly, he tilted it, feeling the fizzy liquid slopping around.

It dripped out, a long tendril of brown fluid and foam, fell onto his head. He screwed his face up. Diet Coke tasted nice, but it was not nice on his face. He licked his lips and tilted his head. It wasn't to bad.

"Thank you Thomas Smith." He snarled, because he was Mr. D and no one was stopping him.

He clicked his fingers and the camera shut off, the video instantly transmitting to his phone and uploaded itself to his Facebook. Then another can dropped down and he gulped it gratefully.

Himself, this camp was tiring to run.

I'm thirsty. Writing the phrase Diet Coke over and over does that.

Right I'm off to do… stuff…

Bye.