#asher 01

gideon hangs his hands loosely over the railing of the upper floor of the casino, a half empty glass dangling delicately from his fingers. mahogany eyes peer down at the busy floor, demigods playing games, demigods drinking themselves into a stupor. he brings his glass up to his lips and takes a shallow swallow before he notices someone out of the corner of his eye. he pivots, facing them, elbows resting against the railing now. “can i help you or you just like to stare?” he questions, face mostly blank except for the slightest uptick of a smile at the edges of his mouth. 

     Some odd noises had lured Milo into the deepest part of the ward, enticing her need for danger and adventure. However, she had failed to remember denizens of this place were more likely to be lurking around this late at night as well. Rounding a corner at a quick pace she unexpectedly ran right into a stranger, causing her to stumble back a bit.

          “Shit! I’m so sorry!” She muttered, upon recovering from the initial shock. “Are you ok?”