"what the frick are you doing here?" "right back at you."

Today had bee great! Once again Narcissus Bastion had managed to charm himself out of getting out of sword fighting in the arena. Granted in the back of just hurting himself in the long run, but at the current moment? He didn't care. The day was rather warm to say the least which meant that this son of Aphrodite could go shirtless! Well he could go shirtless, but he didn't. Instead he wore a yellowed colored wife beater, pink knee-high shorts that he bought from a Hoilster's store in New York City, and a pair of flip-flops. A pair of Michael Kors sunglasses rested over his eyes and his Camp Half-Blood bead necklace draped around his neck.

He ventured through the Chariot track, nodding at a few people that he knew, turned his head to see a male that had his shirt off. Narcissus had never seen this dude around at camp before so he was naturally intrigued. He moved his sunglasses to over the top of his head and purring, "Hey, there handsome." Narc was a flirt by heart.

Narcissus couldn't help, but laugh when the male demigod asked if he was "Prince Charming". "No, no. I'm Nacrissus Bastion, but you are more than welcomed to call me that." He mused and ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair. The guy looked pretty fair. Fair as in handsome. The son of Aphrodite gave him an impish smile before stating. "
"Prada? No, no. I'm not looking for a new pair of jeans or white slacks, no. Rather something else. Someone to race chariots with. Loser has to buy the winner a pack of Skittles in the camp store. Deal?" Narc offered up the idea.

Him blushing nearly came apparent when he went on about the Skittles doing something to his figure. "My figure won't change. Thanks for your concern though." Narcissus gave him a playful wink as he followed the other demigod down toward the chariot carts. He looked over the chariots until he decided to get the pink, Aphrodite one. The son of Aphrodite paused when the other asked if he was getting the pink one. "Uh, of course I am." He flipped his dirty blonde hair with sass as he took two white horses and hooked them up to his chariot. The demigod camper bit his lip and arched his back when he leaned against the chariot. "Fancy? Aw, thanks, bae. And sure, but first we have to cuddle and talk about the hot Apollo and tough Hephaestus kids first." Narc mused, going along with him. "What's your name anyway?"

Narcissus chuckled lightly, shaking his head slowly. "I doubt you're Mommy's type." Well, maybe he was? Aphrodite was attracted to the bad boys (i.e. Ares). He bit the corner of his beautiful, full lips and led his horses to the racing line. "Well if you're up for it, I can swing by your place. Other gods cabin, right, Douggie?" The son of Aphrodite teased and climbed in his chariot, his mirror in is back packet.

"Pasithea? Never heard of her before." The blonde haired demigod gave Douglas a confused looked. It was rather cute.

The son of Aphrodite rolled his eyes and put on his sunglasses. "Yeah, I bet you are." Did Douglas not know that Narcissus Bastion was skilled in seduction and manipulation? Apparently not, but he decided to play along with his little game. "Hallucinations? Wicked." He gave him one last wink before he started up his chariot and raced down the track.

"Oh sh!t!!" Narcissus exclaimed when Douglas sent out the spears at his chariot. He searched for something to use against the spears and found no- oh wait! The son of Aphrodite pulled a leaver that activated two large mirrors that caused the spears to stab into them instead of the actual chariot. "Now it's on!" Narc quickened his horses, making them be at the same speed as Douglas'. He pulled another leaver at made a large puff of perfume come out of the sides and back end of the pink chariot.

Narcissus was loving this chariot race that he was having with Douglas. It made him smile to see the son of Pasithea get so caught up and competitive. Narc's hair blowed in the wind as he tried his best to turn the horses without flipping the chariot over. "Tricks, huh? Like what?" He asked over the thundering of the hooves of the horses and wheels of the chariots. Before the son of Aphrodite could say anything, Douglas had pressed some sort of button that caused Greek Fire to come out behind it. What was he trying to do?! Burn him alive?! Narc made a quick decision to pull on the reigns to stop the horses from being burned. "Eat me!" He shouted.

douglas smiles and keeps driving, eyes flashing dangerously. "come at me, pretty boy!" douglas shouts, speeding across the track. he pulls the reigns, heading for the finish line-

screeech.

"f*ck!" douglas screams, horses neighing aggressively. a stupid fox had run over the track, causing douggie to break, and then causing narcissus to drive out infront of him, reaching the finish line. douglas wanted to hurt that fox, he wanted to kill it, break it apart with his hands-

douglas walks stormily to the finish line, giving narcissus a hard stare. douglas puts a hand in his pocket and picks out a golden drachma, hissing and grumbling. he pushes the drachma roughly into the other boys hand, scowling angrily. "there," he hisses, "go buy yourself your stupid pack of skittles." and with that, douglas stomps off back towards his chariot, taking the reigns of he horses and pushing them slowly back into the stables.

ooc: oomg i'm so sorry i totally forgot about this topic o.O forgive me bae ;-;