This Is War

Ares.

*rolls her eyes at Ares* Um… dealing. They’re dealing.

Ares.

Really? Damn, I was hoping I was. You know what I miss doing, though? Hookah. Shit was fun. 

Ares.

Gee, wonder why. *looks at her* Smoke the rest of it, sis. We already had our fair share. Might as well. *pokes her* Peer pressure. 

... Alright. *Hebe giggles and takes another hit, turning to the side to exhale* You're not pressuring me to do anything.

Ares.

Because you piss me off, that’s why. *grins at Hebe* Good, ain’t it? 

Ares.

*hands it over with the lighter* I won’t tell father. *winks at her* Ares isn’t getting any more, though. 

Ares.

*pulls away from Ares and dresses herself in a tank top and sofee shorts* Seriously Hebe, I have so much left. Want some? *holds up her bowl*

Ares.

*lifts herself up so she’s no longer connected to Ares, then lays back down, glaring at him* That’s nice. Keep her close, Hebe. *frowns* 

Ares.

Not yet. *lays on Ares’ chest, feeling almost content for once* How’s Laurel? 

Ares.

*huffs, clinging to Ares* You’re next, Hebe.

Ares.

I like it being a mess! Sounds like you could use some weed right about now, Hebs. And what the hell do you mean it’s about time this happened?!

Ares.

We definitely should. *blinks when Hebe walks in, frowning* Hey, stop cleaning my room! I like it the way it is. *pouts* 

Ares.

*allows her body to relax against his, arms wrapped around him, her eyes closing* We’ll get more people to finish that weed with us. 

Ares.

.. No, can’t say I do.

There’s a little thing called sarcasm, Ares. Learn it. 

No. *pulls her tighter against him, pressing his face into his hair; he yawns*

Ares.

*readjusts his position, chuckling* To be honest, this was a surprise.

A surprise? So you’re saying you don’t always expect sex with me? *smirks*

.. No, can't say I do.

... Stupid hellhounds.

Okay, fine. I’m crazy. Everything that’s happened is just my imagination. Camp isn’t destroyed, my family isn’t in pain, my daughter isn’t dead, because obviously I’m just fucking crazy.

*Mark starts to shake more, glaring at Ares as tears start to fall from his eyes* Fuck you. Stay away from me, or else. *turns and walks away* 

Mark, for f-- *curses and storms off himself, leaving Erin on the porch, watching with wide eyes*

... Stupid hellhounds.

I’m not lying, damn it. *glares, hands curling into fists* You think I’d lie about something like this?

Yeah? Well Bailey can’t be dead! *yells at Ares, his body shaking* 

Okay, fine. I'm crazy. Everything that's happened is just my imagination. Camp isn't destroyed, my family isn't in pain, my daughter isn't dead, because obviously I'm just fucking crazy.

Ares.

*rolls his eyes* You’re a little shit.

That I am, dear brother. That I am. 

*readjusts his position, chuckling* To be honest, this was a surprise.