Lily McAdams looked half dead.
Scruffy black hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed in several years, dark circles under her bleary grey eyes, Camp Half-Blood t-shirt on inside out, and barely able to walk for exhaustion, she threw herself into her seat at the Athena table for breakfast. Well, probably. She had no idea what time of the day she'd crawled out of the cabin and the sun was way to bright to check.
Grabbing two cups, she thought for a second before saying, "Coffee and, I don't know, the energy drink that's worst for you," and pouring one into the other. "I'm going to die," she announced, before drinking the entire thing.
Scruffy black hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed in several years, dark circles under her bleary grey eyes, Camp Half-Blood t-shirt on inside out, and barely able to walk for exhaustion, she threw herself into her seat at the Athena table for breakfast. Well, probably. She had no idea what time of the day she'd crawled out of the cabin and the sun was way to bright to check.
Grabbing two cups, she thought for a second before saying, "Coffee and, I don't know, the energy drink that's worst for you," and pouring one into the other. "I'm going to die," she announced, before drinking the entire thing.