Post by Fletcher Johnson on Aug 14, 2014 19:48:40 GMT -6
To say that Fletcher was in a good mood would be a lie. It had been a long time since he had actually felt he had reason to be irritated with someone he had never met, but that someone being a son of Hades seemed to be somewhat poetic. Normally he only got irritated with the Ares kids, as most of them were the ones that told him he was a sissy-boy, but he really hadn't interacted with any of Hades' offspring. Being a child of Apollo, however, led him to believe that they wouldn't quite suit his fancy. The underworld was probably a dingy, dark place; Fletch was glad he didn't have to visit any time soon. At least, he was hoping he didn't. Regardless, if the Hades cabin did the Underworld any justice, it only reinforced the teenage demigod's idea of avoiding it at all costs. The cabin looked like it was getting ready to throw a Halloween party. A sense of pity emerged as the boy crinkled his nose slightly, the faint expression that conveyed his distaste. Such a tacky little hellhole. Hellhole, hah! Fighting off a snort, the russet-haired pretty boy admired the columns that the building offered; they were an architectural feature that actually made the cabin tolerable. If he was in charge, every cabin would be golden and glittering in the sun. That, too, was probably justified by his lineage, albeit reinforced by his mere mortal mother. After he got done judging the building before him, Fletcher heaved a sigh and chose a column to lean against. He wasn't sure who he was even looking for, really; someone named Adrian who was blonde, 'handsome', and a giant douche bag. Those words, of course, were his own. He had missed a few hours of beauty sleep and a fair amount of compliments due to this one guy's womanizing of one of his friends; a daughter of Aphrodite. Of course, they were probably pretty easy to take advantage of, but that didn't mean people should take advantage of them. Though half of the male knew that his reasoning was selfish, the other half was confident that he was about to do the right thing. Someone had to enlighten this troublemaking womanizer to his actions, right? Then again, there was the possibility the perpetrator already knew what he was doing and just didn't care. Bristling at that thought, Fletch's features contorted into nothing other than a look of disgust. Intercourse wasn't something that Fletch disliked; it was, however, something he believed should be passionate and not based upon superficial or selfish desire. Ever since his run-in with a rotten apple that stole his virginity just to say she had slept with him, he'd made sure he had a base with a girl before even thinking about sleeping with her, whether she was itching to get in his pants or not. One night stands really weren't something he took part in. They weren't usually something that irritated him, either. The only reason this incident had rubbed him the wrong way was because the 'victim' was one of his better friends. He sympathized with her because the same thing had happened to him, albeit he wasn't sure if this had been her first time laying with a man. That sympathy had led to an offer from Fletcher that wasn't going to be easily revoked. He'd volunteered himself to have a word with this Adrian fellow. Stoic and erect, the tall male stood outside the Hades cabin, waiting patiently for the blonde to emerge. He was dressed simply, a white tee and khaki shorts, and was completely unarmed. He didn't feel the encounter would get physical, but if it did, he figured his years on the varsity football team might come in handy... provided the little bugger didn't have some crazy awesome, god-given powers. |