relief floods her when jazmine appears suddenly, grateful that her and will only are sharing a cell. when she’d gotten her one call, there were plenty of people she could’ve rang, realistically, but only one person that made sense. celeste stands there, blinking away the bleary eyed drunkenness though it doesn’t too much. her mascara is clumping together, dragged down her cheeks in sad trails from the tears she’d shed when the officers had cuffed her and shoved her in the back of a patrol car. she was strong enough to get out, but not without causing more of a scene. “ you’re here. thank god.”  @eujazmine​

        he probably should’ve known better when he assumed a simple scrimmage with some visitors from camp athens was going to be friendly and fun. the natural competitiveness built into most demigods meant that a simple game often snowballed into far more ( he was guilty of that himself ), and so he finds himself actually running around the field to make sure everyone plays somewhat clean. he’s somewhere between being an active player himself, though it’s a bit easy considering his enhanced abilities, and refereeing. one look away and he’s missed something, turning to see a doubled over ares kid. “ jazmine. ” he warns, jogging closer. of course she had to slide tackle the one with an anger problem, but andrés anticipates the retaliation quickly and jumps between them with an impatient sigh. “ just walk if off, yeah? let’s take a break. ” he shoos them away before turning to jazmine who is peeling herself off the manicured green, a pointed glare clear on his face. “ that’s a free kick. and probably a card, but you must know that. ” @eujazmine​