First Date (Private)

Salem had changed her outfit about two times before she came to the far left side of the beach. She didn't know why, but she wanted to make sure she looked perfect even though it wouldn't really matter. Finally, she just decided to throw on her dark purple two piece swim suit, a black cover up, black flip flops, sunglasses and a black floppy hat. Nice color scheme, I know.

Now the daughter of Hecate was standing up with her beach bag on her shoulder, waiting for Ryan to show up. She leisurely created and dissipated a fireball in your hand to pass the time and to escape from the ever increasing boredom.

Arriving late - a habit he had gotten into and had to drop ASAP - Ryan walked over to the far left end of the beach, noticing a bored Salem over the horizon.

Ryan didn't even know why he was doing this. Yes he like Salem - he loved the girl more than anything - but he hated swimming in natural water. Which is odd, considering he comes from the state that is flanked by freshwater inland seas - the Great Lakes of the "Third Coast" - but the idea of swimming and wading in what was essentially a gigantic toilet bowl always turned the idea of natural-water swimming off to him. And then there was sand, another beast in it of itself.

But love has it's funny ways of making people do things that they don't always do, and the son of Ares was learning this firsthand. Despite that, he kept a smile on his face as walked up in a pair of camo board shorts, a camp t-shirt, and some flip flops. There was a drawstring bag on his back with housing some shoes and socks and a basic white towel tucked underneath his left arm.

There was still about a football field's length to go before he would meet up with his new girlfriend, but that didn't stop him from waving is free arm and calling out "Hey!" like one of those macho-turds from a teen film aimed at the kind of chicks who longed to live in California and believed that prom was the end-all-be-all of the teenage years.

Salem thought that she heard Ryan's voice so she turned her head to see him coming toward her. Oh look, he's wearing camo. Shocking. She thought to herself, but waved back at him nonetheless. The daughter of Hecate picked a spot, putting down her back, then snapping her fingers. Suddenly, her beach towel, two bottled waters, and her sunscreen came out of the bag and assembled themselves. "Perfect." Salem then sat down on her beach blanket and started to put on her sunscreen.

And then enters Ryan, with a bag of spare clothes and only a single, pathetic towel. "Well look at you, all set up without breaking a sweat." he quipped, rolling out the towel and putting it down to Salem's right. "It must be so hard having magic do all the work."

Salem scoffed. "As if you don't have any Ares powers that you don't use while in combat." Now that her arms and legs were coated in sunblock, she  handed Ryan the sunblock and said, "Do my back."

"As far as I'm concerned, those powers are things I lack." (OOC: I think he might actually have one or two tricks up his sleeve, but those fall under dramatic irony for the time being.) He took the bottle, playfully retorting "Please would've been appreciated." as he squeezed out some of the sunblock into a hand.

Salem just shrugged her shoulders before moving her hair out of the way and taking off of her cover up. "I know, but I'm sure we're passed the stage aren't we?" She asked with a smirk across her lips.

Getting the feeling that he had an all-clear, Ryan began to apply the sunblock. "I suppose."

"But if you want, I can still be polite." Salem mumbled after rolling her eyes. "Don't want to go and hurt your feelings."

"Don't worry about hurting my feelings. The sunburn will give my nerves plenty to scream about." He finished up getting Salem's back, closing up the the bottle and setting it beside her. "Your back's covered."

Salem smirked. "Thanks." She gave him a kiss on the cheek before laying back on her beach towel, enjoying the sun. "So, why was the reason you didn't want to come to the beach the first time I asked you?"

Ryan sat down on his towel, sitting up and keeping his legs out. "Well, it was late and I didn't feel like going through the whole changing and drying and all that."

"That makes sense." Salem said with a shrug of her shoulders. "You've dated before right?"

Ryan shook his head. "No, never have dated anyone before. A few crushes, but nothing that."

Salem nodded his head. "Gotcha. I've dated before, only once in camp. Her name was Kayla Vern. Pretty rad chick."

Ryan slowly nodded. "Uh-huuuh... So what you're telling me here is that you're bi?"

"Yeah, you got a problem with that?" Salem asked him, lower her sunglasses down to the bridge of her nose to look him in the eye. If she needed to, she'll turn this hang out-date into a murder scene. Probably not.

Ryan shrugged. "I dunno. I don't really care, but now that means you've got twice the playing field in terms of who to cheat on me with."

Salem snorted. "Oh, you think I'm going to cheat on you?" She then set up on her elbows and looked at him.

"I'm just joking around Salem. I do that sometimes." Ryan layed his back down on the towel, his eyes looking up but away from the sun.

"...It's hard to tell when you're using sarcasm." She then pushed her glasses back up her face before laying back down on the towel. "So tell me about your...life before camp?"

"My life before camp, eh?" Ryan used his elbows to sit back up. "As long as you're willing to share your's after, I'm beyond willing sharing mine."

"Fine." Salem didn't my talking about her past since it was exactly that, her past. Plus, they'd be getting to know each other a little bit better than before.

"Alright then." Replied Ryan. While he said it in a calm tone, it was clear from the way he said it that Ryan was excited to tell Salem all about himself.

"Right...So, I was born on April fourteenth, nineteen ninety eight (OOC: 4/14/1998) to my mom, Susan, at a Detroit, Michigan hospital. She - and I when I'm, like, you know, not here - lives in the pseudo-suburban city of Troy. It was in here that I grew up, went to school- you'll never believe what the name of my high school is. Seriously, try guessing."

OOC: Wow, I miss my own character's birthday by 6 days. In other news, Ryan's 18 now! :D

OOC: Happy birthday Ryan!! I think by now, Salem should be seventeen.

Salem listened to him tell his story, then raised an eyebrow when he told him to guess what the name of his high school is. "...Trojan High School?" She hoped that what she was right or she'll have to do some more thinking. "You were born the same year as me, by the way."