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“Aw, a welcome back party. Way to make a man feel special, Viv.” He smirks and moves closer to her, “Of course my ideas are great and way more fun.” He tuck a stray stand of hair behind her ear. “Hmm, I’d say nothing’s changed much ‘bout you, but—well, you’ve gotten way gorgeous than before.”

Viv lets out an impressed laugh. “Look at you, goin’ straight in for the hair sweep! You’ve still got it!” She wets her lips and allows a moment for her gaze to wander casually over Stephen's face. “Yeah, crazy though, huh? Just when you thought there was no way I could get any hotter, here I am. Twenty and better than ever.”

Seeing that it’s only Vivienne, his worry washes away, and a flirty smile replaces it. “Oh no, no. I won’t pick a fight with you like that, unless it leads something else…” He tilts his head suggestively. 

Amusement is clear on her face as Viv purses her lips in thought and rests her hands on her hips. “Well, I do owe you a little welcome back party. I had something different in mind but, believe it or not, your idea might actually be more fun.”

Declan lets out a laugh, his head shaking when she bumps him with her hip, smiling down at her when she asks for his name, “Declan Brighton,” He says, his wide smile not leaving his face, “And I guess by me being ‘vivtoxicated’ you’re Viv?” Declan questions playfully, brow raising at her before laughing some, glancing up when he noticed the larger building coming into view, “You still wanna get a smoothie right?” He glances back at her, coming to a stop as he reaches around to scratch at the back of his neck, “You can give me some lessons about all this… greek shit yeah?”

Channeling her inner cheerleader, Viv tosses her hair theatrically over her shoulder and greets Declan’s gaze with a coy smile. “The one and only.” She chuckles and then brings her attention to the building that is growing closer and closer by the second. “Yeah. I’m totally feelin’ a smoothie and pretzels for my hot tub time today.” It takes her a moment to notice that Declan is no longer by her side but, as soon as she does, she is quick to stop and look back at him. “Oh, for sure! We've got legit classes for it but, man, I can give you way more than a lecture would.” She nods in the direction of the building. “You up for a smoothie and a crash course now, or is that too much too soon?”

He smiles some, watching her closely as she went on about attracting jerks, her moving so she stood facing him as she walked, Declan completely aware of the way her eyes moved over his body, his smile turning into a smirk when they lingered at his mouth. She finally meets his gaze, and he laughs, head shaking at the mock hope of him being a self-absorbed jackass, “Well,” He starts, laughing more at the new term she shared, to be ‘vivtoxicated’, “Sadly I’m not much of a jackass,” He mutters pouting over at her before flashing a bright smile, “But I’m sure I can become victoxicated if you give me some time.”

“Well, shit.” Viv breathes out a disappointed sigh and shakes her head in a greatly exaggerated, solemn manner. “You say that with confidence but like, now that I think about it, I’m not even sure you could handle it. It takes a little more than a cute accent and lip piercing–– no matter how sick the piercing may be.” She moves to playfully bump him with her hip. “But, if you really think you’re up for it, we could totally start with something simple...like, a name. You got one?”

He lets out another laugh, turning some and grabbing her arm, “I will totally beg you for forgiveness if that’s what you want,” He teases before dropping his hold on her, his arm going to the back of his head as he walks backwards for a moment, seeing the pretty smile etched across her face fade a bit, and he takes a breath, waiting for something that would make him feel horrible about who his mother was. He actually feels the need to get down on his knees when she explains they’re all still working their way to normalcy, looking down sadly. It’s not like he had a part of it though, that he knew… if he had been there there was no way he’d side with his mother… even if he had always thought the world of her. She mentions an ex though, and Declan’s head raises, smiling over at her sadly before nudging her, “Hey, if I had been your boyfriend there’s no way in hell I’d just abandon you.” He chuckles, smiling over at her before sighing, “Sounds like a prick anyways.”

"Oh, no doubt about it. Total prick.” Viv nods without even a hint of remorse and breezes through any bitterness that may still be twisted in the pit of her stomach. “Pretty standard for me, though. Jerks just can't get enough. And, I’ll be honest, at this point I’ve got my fingers crossed that maybe under all of...” She takes a few steps in front of Declan and turns around to walk backwards so she can finally take him all in. Her gaze wanders lazily down his body, back up just as shamelessly–– even lingering at his lips–– and then comes to rest at his eyes. “...this, you’re a self-absorbed jackass, too.” She turns her back to him and her nose crinkles as she lets out a giggle. “You won’t know what hit you. Bam, Vivtoxicated.”

Declan furrows his brows, really hoping he hadn’t already screwed up and offended this girl, but she shows her true intentions quickly, her mock offended turn turning into a laugh and he smiles at her, his head shaking some. “For a minute there I thought I was going to have to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness,” He laughs, sliding his hands into his pockets as he nods his head. The makeover, Chiron had briefly explained that, the war, the war his mother had instigated, and he let out a heavy sigh, “Yeah I heard about that.” He mutters, glancing back down at her, “I guess I have, and everyone’s happy and moved on from uh, all the terrible shit that happened?” He asks curiously, hoping she wasn’t one of the many campers who lost important people to them.

Viv laughs and shakes her head rapidly. “Woah, shit, wait. Please, don’t let me stop you from getting on your knees and begging. Follow your heart. I won't judge you.” Her smile doesn’t completely vanish at his next question, but it does fall to something less bright. She runs a hand through her hair and shrugs one shoulder. “We’re getting there, for sure. It’s still total bullshit but, like, that’s never gonna change, so we’re working with it, you know? You’ve really got to roll with the punches around here.” There’s a brief pause and then she glances up at him with a significantly more cheeky expression. “And, I mean, it’s a little different 'cause he didn’t technically croak, but, for what it’s worth, my jackass ex-boyfriend up and left in the middle of all the terrible shit and I’ve totally moved on without any problems. I like to think of that as a little victory.”

“Chiron,” Declan can’t help his little exclamation, laughing a bit as he scrunches up his nose, “That’s what the guy’s name was, thought it was something like that.” He mutters, voice heavily accented before he tilts his head to the side when he took in the camper’s appearance. Having a pretty face to help him out didn’t seem so bad he thought, smiling brighter when she offers to just show him where the rec building was, his head nodding quickly. “You’ve got smoothies?” He questions, seeming a bit impressed as he gestures for her to lead the way, “I was expecting camp to just be full of… mosquitoes and poison ivy, not smoothies and hot tubs I hear?” He laughs in question, still a little unbelieving to the little bit of information he had retained on the tour.

Viv gasps dramatically and lifts a hand to her chest as she begins to walk again, now in the direction of the rec building. “You think we little god babies would live in common conditions? Wow, dude, just because you’re not totally painful to look at doesn’t mean you can strut in here and go around saying shit like that.” It was her intention to finish this outburst seeming at least somewhat insulted but, thanks to the playful smirk tugging up the corners of her lips, she fails miserably and lets out another chuckle. “Nah, I feel you. Camp had a major makeover recently and it turned out pretty rad. It was always decent but like, now, if you don’t feel like chillin’ at the lake or the beach you’ve still got the hot tub option in there. You’ve basically arrived at the perfect time.”

Too involved in a good song to notice the obstacle in her path, a gasp is forced out of Viv and her jog is cut short as she stumbles from the sudden impact. It doesn’t take long for her to regain both stability and composure, but she huffs dramatically and runs a hand through her hair. Tugging her earbuds out, she sends a playful glare in Stephen’s direction. “Gods, dude. You tryin’ to pick a fight?”

Declan chewed at the piercing in his lip, eyes scanning his surroundings, taking in the vibrant green grass and trees. His gaze followed a pair of girls walking passed, giggling with each other before they were out of sight, leaving him standing in front of the empty cabin that was his new home. He pouted his lips some, glancing down at the ground before up when he saw the shadow of someone close, giving a wry smile, “Oh hey,” He said quickly reaching up and scratching at the back of his neck, “Uh, do…you know where the rec building is? I kind of spaced out during the horse dude’s tour.”

Viv was on her way to the beach when she found herself distracted by the Hecate cabin’s newest resident. She wasn’t even aware that she had come to a complete stop near the boy until he spoke up, but transitioning into her flirtatious self proves easy as a chuckle slips past her lips and she nods in understanding. “Oh, we’ve all been there. I swear, Chiron's one true love is the sound of his voice.” Gods, now more than ever she is happy to be sporting a sheer cover up and one of her most flattering bikinis. This new camper is seriously cute. “The rec is––” She moves to point in its direction but hesitates halfway through, tilting her head as though something has just occurred to her. “You want me just to take you to it? I could actually go for a smoothie right about now, and showing’d be way easier than directing.”

He scrunches up his face, making a big show of thinking about it. “You,” he starts slowly, “want to come back to my cabin and drink more of my stash.” He’s probably wrong, but that was what he wants, so he hopes she’ll bite.

“Definitely closer than before,” Vivienne nods at his guess. “I’ll take it.” She pulls the jar away from him suddenly and holds it close to her chest. “I’ll also take this. Maybe then you’ll notice when I’m trying to be cute.”

"Right?” Viv nods as she drops her bag down and starts to wriggle out of her shorts. “Talk about some year-round camp fun. All we need now is like, a skatepark or something and I’d almost be down to stick around here for good.”