#carson starter

"Ok, are you seriously mad that I kissed that bozo?! He paid for our drinks! It's not like I'm taking him to the back of the bar and having sex with him! What are we, twelve year olds? It's not that big of a deal."

"My son's principal told me I need to get out more... Yeah, o k."

"And you think of all of the things you've seen, and you wish that you could live in between-" Carson sang softly to what she had assumed was just the strawberry fields and herself. Ever since she was a child she had found herself drawn to vineyards. At least she had found out pretty early why. "And you're back again.. only different than before.." It wasn't easy being a demigod. It wasn't easy having to leave and become a DeLuca again. Coming back to Camp would always be an adjustment, but at least the strawberry fields were there.

"I used to be young." Carson retorted, laughing. You used to be fun. The other had said. And they weren't wrong. Carson had been throwing ragers by 13. But eventually a bitch had to get sober after using and abusing drugs for years. Not that most knew that, most didn't even know that the child of Dionysus couldn't get drunk, much less become an addict before she was 15.

"All right, now I'm fucking over this," Carson growled, climbing to her feet once more. Yet another late-night rehearsal had the blonde demigod out on the New York streets, targeted yet again by a fucking monster. This time, a Dodo-brained Harpy, and one not nearly as charming as the ones at camp. She unraveled her bracelet, smirking as it turned into a glittering celestial bronze whip.

"I know you know what I'm doing," Carson called out softly to be heard throughout the wooded area. " so you may as well help me come smoke it. " It wasn't unusual for a child of Dionysus to have contraband.