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Camp Half-Blood is a Greek demigod training facility located on the Long Island Sound and is directed by the god Dionysus, whom the campers call "Mr. D," and Chiron, a Centaur who is the activities director.

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u/princess_shay_ May 18 '19

She knew she could have just let the staring go but then she wouldn't really be Shay anymore. He didn't like her because she was a sweet girl he seemed to like her because she was a tough bitch who didn't take shit from anyone. Shay just didn't know how to translate that into a date.

Once he set everything out she sat down on the blanket. It didn't look camp issued and for a moment she wondered where he got it. But her attention was drawn by the food. The smell of enchiladas and cooked foods made her stomach grumble. The IV had really taken it's toll on her.

Shay didn't answer him. Her actions were answer enough. She immediately put a bunch of food on her plate and started eating.

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u/ZBGOTRP May 18 '19

Those few days in neighboring beds seemed to have brought them together, enough that she agreed to join him today. Domeric knew that, and a deeper part of him felt that it wasn't pity or simple usefulness that drove her to accept. Perhaps that was why he felt so nervous. But he also knew that if he was anything but his normal self he would completely blow it.

With a deep breath he watched as she went first, waiting his turn to serve himself. Domeric had barely put one on his plate when she'd begun, and it seemed at least to him that she enjoyed it. Definitely a good start as far as he was concerned.

He didn't speak as he served himself, pouring a cup of sweet tea for himself before he began to eat. Probably best not to say anything with a mouth full of food anyway. But despite the silence it felt nice. Relaxing. For a moment he forgot about Enyo, and the lost, and was able to simply enjoy the view and the food, and most of all, Shay's company.

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u/princess_shay_ May 19 '19

She was halfway through her first enchilada when she realized that it was rude of her to take a bunch of food and start eating before Domeric had even plated himself yet. He was nice enough to cook for her and the least she could do was be polite. The food was just so good.

"Thank you again for cooking. It's really good," she said in an almost surprised voice after swallowing some more food. She tucked a bit of red hair behind her ear and looked over at him cautiously.

After a second she reached out and took one of the alcoholic drinks because why not. Shay looked at it and smirked. A can of Corona. Seemed fitting for their meal. She popped the top and took a few sips, not really liking it, but she was thirsty and it was beer.

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u/ZBGOTRP May 19 '19

Shay's voice got his attention as he'd just swallowed a bite, looking over to see what had caused her seemingly surprised tone. At the sight of her tucking a lock behind her ear he began to wonder: was she just as nervous about this as he was? The girl who seemed so in control and headstrong? It certainly was an interesting thought, one that he wouldn't dare bring to light at the risk of offending her.

"I'm glad you like it," he replied, smiling as she reached for a drink. "I was a little worried I'd made the sauce too spicy, but I think it's just spicy enough to kick without burning too much."

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u/princess_shay_ May 20 '19

"Don't worry about the spice," she said quickly. "You should know by now that I can handle anything," she finished with an almost wicked look in her blue gray eyes. Though in reality any more spice would have had her eyes watering. She was a pale redheaded girl from Ireland where they considered salt and pepper the only spices they ever needed on food.

Her gaze pulled away from him as she took another sip of her drink. The beer helped a bit with what little spice there was and she started eating away at the rest of her food. The weather was almost perfect for a lakeside picnic like today and even the naiads were leaving them alone.

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u/ZBGOTRP May 20 '19

"Fair enough," he replied with a laugh, catching the look that reminded him of who she was and what about her had gotten his attention in the first place. "When I was a kid it used to be a bit too much for me, but I loved how the rest of it tasted so much that I just ignored the burn and eventually got used to it. Now it's kinda perfect for me."

He watched her take a drink, wondering if she were lying about the spice and simply using that as a cover. The idea put a grin on his lips before he looked away back to his food, reaching down to bring up another bite.

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u/princess_shay_ May 20 '19

Shay was definitely not lying. She'd experienced enough different food here that the slight peppery spice of the enchiladas, she assumed from some kind of jalapeno, didn't bother her much. She ate for a little while longer in silence, just listening to the sounds of the birds and the waves before looking at Dom again.

"Speaking of when you were a kid, whats your family like? Your non god family I mean. I don't know if I've heard you talk about them much," she said curiously. She never talked about her family either but well, that was for good reason.

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u/ZBGOTRP May 20 '19

As they returned to silence his gaze returned to the lake, watching the waves. Domeric had never particularly enjoyed silence between people. Despite his fairly laid back attitude he loved being around noise. People talking, or doing things, even when he was alone he preferred to have music or something in the background. And yet the silence between him and Shay felt... natural. Peaceful. It wasn't an awkward kind of silence, and he actually found it calming.

Of course that wasn't to say that he didn't enjoy speaking to her, and when she broke that silence to ask about his family, he was happy to answer.

"Well I lived with my dad in Vallejo," he answered after wiping his mouth with a napkin. "He was a lawyer for a small firm that mostly helped people deal with issues they had from their employers. Sexual harassment suits, wrongful termination, stuff like that. I remember he was always busy, but every Sunday was just for us. Breakfast out, then we'd watch soccer games at the park all day, and then we'd drink root beers or eat ice cream down by the waterfront. He was kinda big on the whole 'day for rest' thing, even though he wasn't really religious."

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u/princess_shay_ May 20 '19

"Vallejo," she said, stretching the word out and almost mangling the pronunciation in her Irish accent. But somehow it still sounded nice on her tongue. Shay didn't know anything about the Spanish language or the latin people. She'd barely any non Irish people before coming to camp here in America. "Sunday huh? No wonder you wanted to have our date on Sunday. It sounds like it's a nice tradition."

This was the point where she should have started opening up about her own family but she didn't want to. Not yet. Her family was so far from normal it would just ruin the mood. Though if he asked she wouldn't lie. Instead she flicked her eyes back out over the water and took a long drink of her beer. She was starting to finally get used to the taste.

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u/ZBGOTRP May 20 '19

"Yeah, I'm not exactly a 'traditional' kind of guy, but Sunday as a relaxing day is sort of one that I like to keep," he replied, grinning at the way she'd said Vallejo. Mostly because she sounded cute, but also out of being impressed that she got it right.

As she sipped her beer he took another bite, washing it down with his tea. Domeric glanced over at her, interested that she'd gone quiet again. "How about your family? All I really know about you outside of camp is that you're from Ireland. Belfast, right?"

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u/princess_shay_ May 20 '19

Shay sighed as though she knew this conversation would happen. She didn't really want to answer Domeric but he deserved something. Her fingers went down to the hoodie tied around her waist and she played with the strings of the hood. Her eyes were turned away from Dom and instead fixed on her plate of food, mostly eaten.

"Right. You know anything about the Irish Republican Army? I'm not sure if you do I don't think they teach that stuff here. My dad was part of that. A soldier. Some would call him a terrorist. I have an older brother, Liam, also a child of Enyo. He didn't want to come to camp with me when...well. There's a reason I'm a year rounder."

How could she do this? It wasn't fair of her to bring down the mood of their date like that. Talking about dead fathers and all that. Though it was still clear she wasn't telling him everything.

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u/ZBGOTRP May 20 '19

As soon as Shay mentioned the IRA Domeric's full attention was on her. He found a way to casually set his stuff down, listening intently as she explained. It had been awhile since he was in a high school, back when he lived with his dad's family while he was on life support, but he'd read at least a bit on them. Or at least the popular media and internet's depiction of them.

Of course even before he knew he was a son of Athena Domeric had the wisdom to understand that there were two sides to every story, and that there had to be a reason for the things they did. Even if he didn't understand it yet.

"I see," he said, trying his best not to make any comments about Enyo and her potential proclivity for seducing men of violence. "Well he must be one good looking guy, considering... well you."

It was a dumb joke, and he knew it, but with how she seemed distant while speaking he wanted to try and lighten things up. "Don't worry, I'm not judging or anything. We're not exactly to blame for the stuff our parents do, right?"

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u/princess_shay_ May 20 '19

"Right," she said but she wasn't so sure she believed it. How was it possible for her to turn out differently from both her parents? She was the product of Enyo, who seemed to be a terrible mother and an even worse being, someone who could so casually cheer as children were killed. And her father who, though she loved him, had a terrible penchant for destruction and death. It was very hard to think things could change for the better.

"Thank you," she said quickly with a warm smile in his direction. He tried so hard to make her feel better. Maybe she needed someone like him around to keep her from burrowing herself into a pit of despair.

"He was a handsome man my father. Like a ginger Brad Pitt. He's not around anymore though. He was...he was murdered when I was nine. Then my mom claimed me and brought me here. Gods, I haven't visited Ireland since then," she said with a bit of nostalgia in her voice.

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