Clarisse's glass of wine: not barely-touched. In fact, she's been refilling it semi-regularly since she got here. She's been watching the bonfire, too, and thinking about fireworks. The fourth of July. It'd be coming up soon back home, and the Hephaestus cabin would be prepping the show. Probably pointless to wonder what they'd have chosen for this year, but she's wondering anyway.
She turns to look as Abby unties her boots and stands up. The Gallows isn't exactly warm at night, even this time of year, and Clarisse knows the water's going to be fucking freezing. Still, she starts pulling off her own boots even before Abby's finished daring her.
"Wanna race?" Because Clarisse always has to make it a competition.
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She turns to look as Abby unties her boots and stands up. The Gallows isn't exactly warm at night, even this time of year, and Clarisse knows the water's going to be fucking freezing. Still, she starts pulling off her own boots even before Abby's finished daring her.
"Wanna race?" Because Clarisse always has to make it a competition.