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Jane opened the door to find only one other person. She dropped her things on the bunk next to it and started to unpack

Lee walked around until he came upon a small cabin. He snuck a peak inside and saw two girls talking. Iris. She doesn't have a lot of kids. Although Demeter does have herself a lot of grandkids... "Excuse me, ladies?"

Hayley strode into the cabin and quickly informed the campers about Caspar's party. "Party at Dionysus Cabin, starts at nine!" She turned and left for the next cabin.

"Sounds good" said Cory. I need to remember to blend into the croud, Cory said to himself. As a son of iris I can shoot out rainbows at anytime!

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Sam burst through the door. "Hey, everybody!" She giggled as she burst through the door. She saw the cabin that was growing old after years of going to camp half-blood.

Bridget smiled from her bed and raised a hand in greeting.

Sam waved back to her. She sat down on her bed, and layed down, staring at the ceiling.

"What has you so happy?" Bridget inquired.

"Nothing really. I'm usually like this." Glancing around, she reached into her suitcase.

Bridget raised her eyebrows but shrugged, glancing down at the book in her hands.

"Watcha reading?" Sam asked her sister. She took out a small bottle of whine, and stuffed it into her pillowcase.

Bridget looked up from her book to see the last of the wine disappear. She raised her eyebrows but didn't comment as she held up her book. The cover read, Violin, by Anne Rice.
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"That's cool?" Sam asked. Then she saw her gazingvat the whine and smiled. "I stole it from Mr. D's kids," she explained with another mischevious smile.

Bridget chuckled. "How hard was that?"
((the Anneliese inside of me: WHAT?! GIVE US OUR WINE!))

((the Sam inside of me: hell no! I need it!))
"Seeing as how the place was empty, simple." Sam smiled at her sister. "Do you want some?" She asked her, pulling it back out from the pillow.

Bridget eyed the wine. "I-I shouldn't..."

"Why not? It's good!" She smiled at Bridget, then started to nibble at the top of the whine, bored.

Bridget sighed and stood up, pulling a few glasses down from one of the shelves. "Hand it here," she said, giving in as she set the glasses down.

Sam grinned in triumph. She handed Bridget the small bottle. "You're going to love it!" Sam soothed, straightening out wrinkles on her bed. She blew some dust off a glass, and made a face. "That's just sad! These things never get used," she bit her lip in sadness.

Bridget smiled at the girl's excitement as she poured some of the wine into the glasses in front of her. She corked the bottle when she was done and handed it back to her sister before giving her one of the two glasses.

"Thanks," Sam sighedcin relief. "I really need this," she said as she took a sip of the whine.

Bridget nodded as she sat down and sipped her own glass, smiling at the oh-too-familiar feeling of the burning liquid sliding down her throat.

Sam sighed happily. The whine barely burned, she was immune to the burn from drinking it so much. Glancing around the cabin, she asked, "where's Riley?" She asked Bridget. Riley never really liked Sam, just because she broke a few rules. Shecliked Riley, but Riley couldn't stand her.

Bridget shrugged. "I think she went out for training or something."

She nodded slowly. She sipped on her whine, letting the words sink in. She was already developing a dopey smile. "Good. How about we keep this stash our little secret," Sam advised, grinning at Bridget.

Bridget smiled and mimed zipping her lips, though she contradicted that by taking another drink.

Sam laughed, and took another sip. Well, it was a little bit more than a sip. It was more like a small gulp.

Bridget chuckled at her sister's enthusiasm as she took another sip. "So," she said in between sips. "What have you been up to other than stealing from the Dionysus children?"

Sam opened her mouth, then paused. Her brain was becoming fuzzy from the string whine. "I don't remember at the moment," she said as she took another sip.

Bridget smirked. "You must have drank more than you thought, then."

Sam smiled again. Then her face became focused as she tried to remember. "Honestly, not a lot. How shamed I feel!"

Bridget smiled. "Yes, you are shunned from us forever." She smirked and made a show if turning away pointedly.

Sam gasped in mock horror. "Oh, please no! Anything but being shunned!" She dramaticly put her hand over her brow, and fell back, keeping hold of her whine.

Bridget sniggered as she brought the wine back to her lips.

Sam snickered with her, and also held up her glass to her lips. Once again, her tongue thanked her for the wonderful taste of whine.

Bridget leaned against the wall behind her. "This," she said, shakin the wine glass, "Is nice."

"Oh, yeah. Next time, you cone with me," Sam ordered her with a smile. She figured that the bottle wouldn't last a week, and she would be needing some more alcohol.

Bridget grinned. "Mkhay."

"Great! I'll show you the easiest way." It wasn't as hard as Sam thought it would have been, plus it was fun.

Bridget smiled and nodded before standing up and walking out with a polite wave to her sister.

Sam smiled again, and took a pretty big sip of whine. Her mind was even more fuzzy than before.

Rosa ran in behind Sam before collapsing against the wall, breathing hard and laughing.

Sam snickered as she sat on her bed, laughing hysteracly.

"I doubt they'll follow us in here," Rosa panted through her laughs.

"And if they do, I have an amazing power." She grabbed an easel with a blank canvas, and brought it toward her.

Eric strood in, Bridget in his arms again. He blushed when he saw the two girls there as well.

Rosa glanced in at the two, shrugged and scooted over to see the canvas. "What's that for?"

Bridget smirked at the canvas as she hopped out of Eric's arms and sat beside Sam. "Who're you painting in it this time?"

"Some huntress b*tches that were being b*tchy to Rosa." Sam explained. Wordlessly, she pulled out her whine bottle.

Eric gritted his teeth, and pulled Bridget away from the whine bottle.