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The Club

Mila had been to the Summerhaven Club more times than she could count in the last five years of living in London. It was originally where she had met Elisa and Meg, who had got her a job at the Agency. She didn't know where she would have been if it wasn't for them and this club. The club held fond memories for all of them.

The line was long, but the alcohol they had already consumed kept them warm from the cold. Meg and Elisa shivered occasionally, brushing up against each other and almost toppling over into Mila.

"We're going to get turned away before we get into the club if you two don't stop acting like drunkards." Mila hissed at the two of them, ignoring Elisa's hand that was slowly riding lower on Meg's back.

"But we are drunkards." Meg slurred, "and we want to be drunk. That's why we're here."

"And it's not America, Mila. They don't care." Mila sighed at her friends, wishing for once that they weren't such light weights.

The bouncer cleared his throat as they reached the front of the queue, looking the trio up and down, "Bob!" Elisa yelled, trying to hug the bouncer who was holding her back whilst laughing.

"What's the occasion tonight, girls?" Elisa was still trying to hug him as he let them in. He tried to shake her off, but it only made her try harder.

"Meg's birthday." Mila responded, she grabbed at Elisa, dragging her away from the towering man.

"Happy Birthday, darling." He yelled after them as he began checking the ids of the people behind them in the line.

"Thanks Bob!" Meg called back as Mila ushered her into the club of dancing bodies who had all had too much to drink already. Mila wholeheartedly planned on beating them all tonight, she didn't want to remember anything tomorrow.

The girls looked around at the swaying people and the flashing lights. Elisa was practically vibrating where she was, pulling at Mila and Meg's hands. "Come on, I want to dance!"

Elisa could barely walk in the shoes that she had chosen to wear, let alone dance. Mila almost fell over multiple times as Elisa knocked into her. Meg was next to them dancing with a guy who had pushed his way into the group. Just from the look on Meg's face, it was clear the guy wasn't going to get anywhere with her.

Elisa was scowling at the guy and Mila didn't really want to stay in the middle of it, "Hey, I'm going to get another round of drinks. Same as before?" Meg and Elisa agreed and Mila went wandering to find her way to the bar.

The bar was surprisingly empty when she got there, only a few people were gathered around and she was able to order the drinks relatively quickly. She managed to grab a chair while she waited for them to be made. It really was a nice bar, she only wished she could come here more often. Meg and Elisa had been surprised when they found out that it had been her first time in a club when they had first met. Growing up as a demigod hadn't exactly left time to act like a normal teenager between the sword fights and monsters.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing here?" Her thoughts stopped as she turned to the voice. She wasn't unused to getting hit on while out, but she knew that voice.

When she saw the man who had commented, her heart stopped. Long dark hair fell in ringlets around his shoulders which matched dark eyes that seemed to flash purple in the strobing club lights. He was dressed up more than she was used to seeing, but she had only ever seen him out of his element, and a club was definitely his element.

"Mr. D?" She questioned and saw the immediate panic in his eyes as he sat down beside her.

"Oh gods, please tell me you're not a camper." He mumbled to her, setting his glass of wine on the bar front, "Chiron would castrate me if I hit on a camper." He looked her up and down, not a single light of recognition went across his face. Which was fair, she had spent all her years at camp attempting to blend in and not be recognised.