Spittin' Out Rhymes

Finally! Vino Caesar was finally able to cut loose in San Francisco and do was he does best; partying! The African American demigod wore a lose, white t-shirt, dark blue jeans that seemed to sag a bit off of his waist, black Tumberlands, and his gold chain that dangled around his neck. A black hat was positioned on his head and he was ready to head into a teen night club. The son of Bacchus had his black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder which only made him look even "cooler". Soon he reached said club and walked inside, ready to turn up.

Colten may or may not have snuck out of Camp Jupiter, without anyone knowing, to go drop some sick beats in a local club. He wore a white t-shirt and jeans, with some nice Jordan's and a leather jacket. He wore sunglasses, trying to look like he belonged in the club. Colten entered it, looking around. He went over to a DJ by the stage. "Yo, can I get a beat and a mic?" he asked.

The DJ looked at him. "What 'beat,' junior? Isn't it past your bed time?"

He rolled his eyes. "The biggest drop you've got." He took the mic, getting on stage.

The Roman took a seat in the front and ordered a Dr. Pepper. This was his type of scene, enjoying the raised spirits of the mortals in the room. He could feel it, absorb it into his very being. When his carbonated drink came to his table, he took a drink, licking his lips after taking a sip. He nearly choked when he was Colten go up to the DJ turn table. "What the hell?! Yo, Colt!!" He raised his hand, trying to get his best friend's attention.

"Yo, DJ, hold off the music." He stepped down, going over to Vino. In the past week at camp, Vino had become his best friend. "Yo, dude, what's up? What brings you here?" he raised his micless hand for a high-five.

ooc: sorry for crappy post, my PC is hungry for posts rn

Vino stood up and high fives Colten before fist bumping him. They had been friends for a few days, hanging out in New Rome, sparring in the arena. "Um, where there's a party, I'm goin' be there, homey!" He exclaimed with a smile. "What about you?"

"Of course, Party Boy. I was looking to show off my swick- sweet and sick- beats tonight, but I'll do hardcore karaoke, too." He shrugged his shoulders. He looked at the DJ. "I'll be right back, gonna perform." He got p on stage, and the DJ turned on a rap song. Colten immediately got into it.

Vino nodded his head and smiled at his best friend. " 'Ight then, man!" He went to go sit back down at this sit, taking a few gulps of his Dr. Pepper. Both of them new how to rap and would usually do some sort of rapping duo, featuring each other.

When he was done, he stepped off stage, a few girls inappropraitely dressed and a few bikers complimented him, which made him feel uncomfortable. "A'ight, it's your turn," Colten said, tossing Vino the mic.

Vino caught the mic and got up from his seat to go on stage. This, what he was doing, made life worth living.
"'Ight, man." He put the mic close to his lips, then he began.

"Aha, first of my name is Vino
If you didn't, now you know
My name going through the grapevine
Soon it'll be up in the news headlines Ah
Partying in New Rome like its 1999
Bacchus who is my father
Only makes me spit beats harder!"

Colten smirked at his friend's freestyle. He usually went with already-made and written songs, because he wasn't that good at writing his own. Freestyle was a blast though, because it was just whatever came off the topic of your head. He clapped at Vino, shouting, "wooo!"

The roman finished up his last freestyle verse and handed the DJ the mic back. The room went wild, chanting his name, "Aye that's rght!!" He laughed and went to go sit with Colten. "So? Whatcha think, broksi?"

"Bruh, you rock that mic at freestyle," Colten said, laughing. "Now we're just talking like new school hipsters. Alright, how does a gallon of Pepsi at the near by convenience store sound?" He asked, getting out regular American money.

Only, that was his intentions, until he was attacked by the behind.

Three inappropriately dressed women were now empousai. And one attacked him.

"AHHHH!"

"Ah, thanks, man." Vino fist bumped his best friend before nodding his head. "Sure, sounds fine to m- Oh sh!t! Look out!" He tried to warn him, but it was too late. The empousai had knocked Colten out. Vino slowly backed away and used his power to make the monster fell dizzy. He would use this to buy him sometime to activate his sword.

Colten laid on the floor, unconcious, the other empousai surrounding Vino.

He pulled out his sword and held it out defensively. It was times like these he wished he had paid more attention sparring lessons than listening to his music.

The empousai went towards him, until Wade jumped in and took them out.

"What? I didn't see Colten was in bed, and I knew he'd be here! He's been asking to go here, but apparently he can just sneak out now! But, Vino? What the literal heck, dude? If the monsters won't kill you, the people here will!" He picked up Colten's KO'ed body.

Vino was relieved when Wade showed up to the scene. He looked at Wade a bit surprised though, even after he explained how he came to then club.

"Yo, I just needed a break from New Rome, that's all." He pointed out.

"Vino! Leaving camp is giving monsters free dinner! Especially you two, no offense." He looked around. He wondered what the mortals saw through the Mist. "Let's just get out of here." He swung his CB sword around before putting it in his belt thingy. He left the club, KO'ed Colten over the shoulder. Hopefully the mortals didn't really here him, either- he was just angry in the moment. What irresponsible decisions on their part.

Colten grumbled a little. "Errr... Romulus, is that you?"

"No, it's Leandra." Wade rolled his eyes. Sarcasm. Again. I need to lock myself up or else I'll turn into a sarcastic mouth.

"Wadeeeee, what happened?"

He couldn't argue with him to be honest. Vino knew that he, along with Colten, were in the wrong. The son of Bacchus sighed and looked down at his feet, thinking about what he had done. "Are you gonna tell?" He asked, afraid of what might happen to him for disobeying The Legion.

"No, I won't 'tell,' but if it ever happens again, I will personally beat you with a tree trunk. Let's just get back into camp before anyone notices."

"What's going onnn?" Colten grumbled.

"We'll explain back at camp."

He exhaled and gave Wade a slight smile. "You're so cool, broski." Vino folded his arms, having some pep in his step now. "Wait, are you two twins or something?"

"Nah, Wade's a year older than me. Though people saw we look a lot alike." Colten felt a little better.

Wade put him down. "If you can talk, you can walk on your own and not have me carry your 125 pound self around."

"But I don't feel goood."

"Rightttt. Camp's right up here, let's go."

"I can see why." Vino commented. There were clear differences between the two, personality wise. Wade was more serious than Colten was. "It's ight, Colt." The son of Bacchus wit wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "We're almost there, bud."

The camp was very near, and Wade looked around. "There's two guards, but they most likely already know me. I'm not lieing though, one of you better be very good at excuses."

"Can't I just, I don't know, make them feel all dizzy and shiz. What do you say?" He smirked, shoving his other hand In his pocket.