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“Trust me, have a couple drinks, and I promise you’ll have the best time. It’s part of the Vermont experience,” Jordan said. The two were in a seedy bar in his hometown of Burlington, Vermont, and he quite prided himself in the fact he’d managed to drag Kite out of the comforts of camp at all. Especially after slaying a dragon (and nearly losing their lives in the process), they needed a healthy dose of normalcy. So the two sat at the bar, no stool in between because they were totally gay, and Jordan ordered himself an old-fashioned, and a bourbon peach smash for Kite. The bar was quiet, playing some old jazz in the background. “See that over there?” he held the rim of his glass, and pointed out the storefront to the antique store called ‘The Brick Basement’ on the other side of the street. “That’s our next stop.” He was positive letting Kite loose in there would be like releasing a kid in a candy store.

He’s heard wolves were troubling the chef, the jaguar?, and demigods were dispatched to deal with them. One of the names stood out from the rest: Kite. Viorel eyed the man in question as he passed the lake with Sorin by his side. Once again, the temptation to sick him on Kite was far too deep to dare ignore. But, he abstained. 

“So my first question is: why the are the nymphs so scared of you?” he said instantly as he sank down in the spot beside Kite. He hadn’t spoken a word to the guy, but he’d certainly heard stories. Some were about how delusional he was, some were about how sadistic and dangerous he was, and some were more questions than statements. So clearly, Asher being Asher, was more inclined to just march up to the source of the drama and roll around in it. “Rumor has it your some demonic prince from hell. Crazy, right?”

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When Jordan spotted that familiar head of pink fuzz, he didn’t hesitate to make a beeline straight for Kite. Who knew what his friend was doing out so late, sitting across a log, but he wasn’t about to leave him unaccompanied in the dead of night. Sneaking up behind him, Jordan then made his presence known by swiftly planting a kiss to Kite’s cheek, a playful (and platonic) way of catching the self-decreed Lord of Pandemonium off-guard. “Hey,” he said, casually taking a seat next to him. “You up for a drive?”