* THIS IS NOT A PERCY JACKSON FANFIC *
Hannah Cole always believed herself to be normal, plain. Plain looking, plain sounding, not creative or abnormally smart, not having anything to make her stand out whatsoever. The only thing special about Hanna...
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This is a warning
This chapter will contain a description of sexual assault
If this triggers you please stop reading when you see this:
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At the authors note in the end I will give a summary of what happened so that you are not confused.
If you continue to read and still get triggered when I am sorry but you were warned.
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The boom of the music base made my whole body vibrate. It was overwhelming. I had never been to a club before, even though Jess had constantly begged me to go with her. She had a fake ID that she got from one of her flings.
It was dark, except for a few strobe lights by the DJ booth and the lights above the bar. The crowd was a mix of humans, or at least they look like humans, Nymphs, and what looks like a satyr. Aphrodite had told me about them when she was talking about Dionysus, one of the olympians. They looked human except for their goat legs, ears, horns, and most uncomfortably eyes.
Cupid seemed to sense my nervousness, "Relax, nothing bad will happen under my watch."
Cupid held my hand so that we wouldn't lose each other in the crush and led me towards a bar. He ordered two of some type of alcoholic beverages, I didn't hear the name over the sound of the crowd. He pushed one into my hand before throwing his back. I hesitantly did the same. The taste was pleasantly sweet with a slight burn.
"What is this?" I ask Cupid, yelling so that he could hear. He leaned closer to answer me.
"Its amaretto and fermented ambrosia," he says in my ear with a grin, his breath made me shiver, "Want another?"
I nod eagerly and wait for him to order more. He ended up getting a bunch and suggesting we find a booth. I agree and we find one along the wall. The black leather was a little sticky but I was just glad to get off my feet, these heels were killing me. Cupid slid in next to me so that we were nearly pressed against each other's sides. I was conflicted between loving the closeness and wanting him to sit further away.
We sat and watched the crowd dance as we downed our drinks. Cupid scanned the crowd carefully.
"Are you looking for someone?" I asked. He glanced at me and gave me a look that confirmed my suspicions.
"Yes," He says, "One of Ares' children, I have to talk to him about a meeting between my mother and Ares."
I was a little hurt that Cupid was just taking me along, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from having a good time.
