Lady and the Pup {Lance}

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Gwen was utterly gleeful. Sure, even if she did get stuck with the puppy of the legion she would make sure tonight would be great. It was her birthday too. This year marked her nineteenth year on this planter called Earth. In all honesty she didn't feel that old. Inside she probably still had the innocence of a five year old. As she walked around getting ready she had a sweet hum escaping from her throat. People rolled her eyes. Most of the Romans she had met were not eager for tonight's festivities. Gwen was, and it wasn't just because it was A) Her birthday, or B) her dad planned this all out. There was one aspect she wasn't remotely close to eager about, her dad, Cupid himself, decided to catch a date. Couldn't he not act like a love struck teen at camp, though no one could plan him since he was immortal. Instead Gwen would just glare at Haley and wish her inflamed at the depths of Tartarus. That girl had no right to be mingling with her dad in such a provocative manner.

Gwen dawned on her light pink dress which had a black bow to accent the shoulders and neck. She also grabbed one of her assorted colors of ribbons and tied a black one around her head giving her a cute bow on top of her dark brown hair. It wasn't anything to extreme, it was simple, just the way Gwen liked. She put on her black strap on heels and checked herself in the mirror. Simple, it was a good image on her. It probably helped being descended from Venus for the looks but Gwen still couldn't help but notice she looked good in such simple attire. Besides, she wasn't going to do anything elaborate. From what she had hear Lance was one of the younger attendees at tonight's event. Gwen didn't want to seem like a pedophile being all dressed up ready for a night on the town, plus she doubted her dad would approve. Speaking of her dad, Gwen couldn't help but think it was Cupid himself who set her up with the youngest bloke. He was probably hoping she wouldn't get entangled in a romance and hurt herself. It was sweet, but also annoying. Gwen was, by american law, an adult now. Even if she was sweet and innocent she hoped for the chance to be able to find someone to sweep her off her feet tonight, obviously that wasn't going to happen.

Gwen finished her preparations by putting a hardly visible amount of makeup on. Then she left and headed towards the event. While walking she had a slight skip in her step, probably because she usually skips everywhere, something near impossible to do in heels. As she arrived to the event she had a smile on her face. Perhaps she would gain a new friend today. Usually she didn't talk to someone that was considerably younger then her, tonight was going to make an exception to that. She glanced at all the other paired couples. Some seemed like good fits others were obviously laughable. She smirked. Cupid was determined for some but wanted some laughs with others. Gwen sure had an unique father, that was certain.

Gwen glanced among the crowd, looking for a boy who would appear thirteen. After a few moments she decided to stand off to the side. It was probably easier to find her then it would be to find him. She was one of the breathtaking people here. Others being Venus' own children. She looked at the wall parallel to the own she was standing by, wondering how tonight would play out. She would nod and give greetings to her friends that passed by. Gave a brighter smile when someone remembered it was her birthday. It was odd, having a birthday on a holiday, it made people forget about it more. In Gwens point of view, Valentines Day was always the perfect birthday for her.

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Valentine's day was here along with all the grump that came up from pairings people got from Cupid himself. Lance had signed up for the party with the thought that Valentines Day was a day to celebrate all love, not just the romantic sort. With the sudden realization that many people were looking for romance he couldn't help but think maybe the person he was paired with though the same thing, perhaps was disappointed in the obvious age difference. Taking the anxiety he decided to mold it into something useful, gathering information on the lady he was to spend the evening with. He was not into dating quite yet, but he hoped to buffer the disappointment as much as possible.

He didn't like talking to people, but he made sure he was in groups of people more recently. He wanted to hear more about Gwen, whom he found was the daughter of Cupid himself. The thought made him smirk, obviously he set his daughter up with the most safe guy he could. Age gap, and his lack of care for dating must have been perfect. Her birthday also fell on the holiday, something that only came up in a conversation or two. Lance had to be sure to get a birthday present for the young lady, and his intelligence gathering had not yielded anything she specifically wanted. The lack of people asking what she wanted for her birthday was the main issue here, so he'd have to go with something generic. She had simple tastes, that much was obvious. Keeping to himself he worked on something once he found what he wanted to know, the measurements were the most awkward to get. A dress seemed to be the best option for now, and asking a lady for her measurements was simply out of the question. Especially if it was to be a surprise, using his athletic prowess, and light footed steps he was able to get at least a general idea of how to fit the dress.

A great deal of thought and time went into the dress, despite the lack of actual time until the due date. His fingers felt raw, but he had been able to find the perfect color and made it to easily be tailored should it be the incorrect sizes. With the Valentines spirit Lance wrapped it in pink and red paper, with soft black ribbon. Though Lance was not a fan of ties, he still owned one and dawned it with his suit. He only owned a black tie, so he decided on a pink button up shirt. He was never a fan of strong harsh colors like red. The light suit jacket was a little big on him, but he liked to have growing room in his clothes. It wasn't too obvious anyway, he hoped.

Making his way through the room, even though he had not only the box that contained the dress he made, but also a half dozen pink roses. He had not quite realized the overly pink his entire outfit had until this point, and now his face even matched. He stood off to the side, trying to not catch anyones attention as he scanned the room for his date. She almost stood out from the crowd, not because of a flashy dress or anything but with her natural simple beauty. He had seen her before while collecting data, but she had actually dressed up a bit for tonight. With a deep breath he made his way around the many couples to the young lady.

A rather embarrassed awkward smile was on his face when he came up, as he was forcing himself to be at least a little brave. “Happy birthday, and happy Valentines Day. I'm Lance, it's nice to meet you Miss. Capulet. You look absolutely beautiful this evening.” he said with a little bow before presenting her with his gifts. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, his face continued to flush in embarrassment. He hoped this time there would be no awkward jokes about being bitten though, that he didn't look scared. He was, but he didn't want to look it.

dress as whatever your fav color is

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When Gwen saw the younger boy fight his way against the crowd towards her, she felt a smile reach her face. Also her cheeks showed a hint of blush as she noticed Lance was holding a package and some pink roses. The boy was so adorably cute. "Awe, thank you. Not a lot of people remembered that today is also my birthday. Also, call me Gwen." She said while doing a slight curtsy in return of his bowing. She held the roses and package. She felt a bit bad about not getting him a present. Though, she was also very happy. This boy sure knew how to make a girl happy. Gwen would have to make sure he finds himself a perfect girl one day. For one so young he sure cared a lot, which is one thing she liked about younger people. They were still semi-innocent, even with being in the legion.

Gwen opened the package and smiled brightly. Inside was a simple black dress, one that might look plain and drab on most people. However, it seemed like the perfect color and fit to accent Gwen and her admiration of keeping things simple. She gave the younger boy a hug, which was common for her to do. Instead of saying hi she usually just hugged people. "These are wonderful Lance. You are a terrific date." Gwen said with a smile. She glanced and saw an empty table near them and set the roses, which she smelled first, and the box on to the table. She looked back up at Lance.

His outfit seemed to accent him, even if the color of his shirt now matched the color of his face. Gwen couldn't help but find it adorable, though she kept that to herself. She didn't want to make the boy feel awkward as she cooed to him like a puppy. He didn't deserve cooing. Gwen let one of her cheerful smiles light up her face. "You sir, look extremely happy. I would be honored if you cared to dance with me. Gwen said, then she backtracked. What if he wanted to eat first? "Unless you want to eat first, it's up to you." Gwen said as her excited smile turned into a slightly nervous one. She hadn't exactly been on a date since her past, and only, boyfriend left the legion a year ago. Still, she wanted to make sure Lance had a great Valentines day.

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Lance liked hugs, but he normally only hugged people that he knew for a good while and that wasn't happening at the moment. The last person he knew long enough to hug on sight was gone, he didn't count his dad. Dad's never count in these things. Still it had been a while, but his reaction wasn't awkward or unfamiliar. He hugged back, and had a tendency to give real hugs instead of the lame wrap your arms around and tap their shoulder kind. He felt a little weird since he was shorter, but that fact came about later and because he was making a girl lean down to hug him. He hadn't hit his growth spurt yet, and his dad was a decent enough height, so he didn't worry about it too much.

“I'm glad you like it, I wasn't sure if it would be to your tastes. I wanted to do something a little special since it's your birthday.” he said with a smile. His dad had always taught him to treat women right, perhaps because his grandfather was Mercury and it had come natural. Lance didn't give it any thought, just treated a lady as they should be. She seemed to care about what Lance wanted to do, which seemed a little backwards to him since she should get whatever she wanted on her birthday, but it was a nice thought. Lance liked the selfless side of people. Sure some showed it less than others but it's there, at least that's how he saw it.

“I believe the honor of dancing would be all mine.” He said, it was the first question that came from her so it was probably what she wanted. Lance wasn't about to return the question to her, since she seemed so sincere about dancing. He had gone through enough preparation, and learned enough about Gwen that he didn't feel as uncomfortable around her as someone he had never met, talked to, or knew anything about. Lance figured he might have to start learning about everyone in camp if it made him feel even a bit at ease.

Lance extended his hand to the young woman in front of him, a less than confident smile on his face. The color seemed to be fading to only a slight flush, but his awkwardness still found it's way through. He was an excellent dancer, and had learned several basic dances in his elementary school. He had liked learning them, and loved the feel of stepping lightly as if floating. That was what his dad had told him to do when dancing anyway. Light on his feet, but with a steady arm for his dance partner. Lance was not one to do that silly back and forth movement, he had never seen or done anything of the sort. He noticed some people doing it, and with little space between them. The way they 'danced' was not how he had learned, and it honestly seemed a bit silly. He liked space in between the two people, especially since he was shorter than the lady he was to dance with. He'd much prefer to see her pretty face.

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This boy had to be the sweetest boy she could have been paired with for Valentines day. He made her a dress, a gorgeous dress, for her birthday. She had to admit that her dad had good taste in choosing suitable dates, even if this one was suppose to be meant to not cause the romantic type of love. Gwen let her cheerful smile dance at the corner of her lips. "This is the best birthday present I have ever gotten. Thank you, I mean that." Gwen said cheerfully. He really did mean well, her father, besides, this gave her the opportunity to make a new friend. She would try her best to make sure Lance had a great night, despite the age difference. He deserved it, besides he seemed too young to be looking for a girlfriend just yet, that meant he was aiming more towards gaining a new friendship. Gwen would be happy to comply.

Gwen continued her unending smile when he answered with dancing. Admittingly, it had been a while since Gwen had last danced. Though, it was kinda similar to fighting wasn't it? Having to know where to place yourself with your opponent, learning their steps and adapting to it. Except, instead of reading them to learn to fight, your opponent was now your dance partner. Your goal wasn't to maim your partner alive. It was to sync your individual dance styles together in certain dancing style. Some are learned while others just happen naturally. Gwen was excited to see how well she and Lance mixed with the dancing. It would probably be a tad awkward given the height difference between the two of them.

Gwe happily accepted his hand, she lead him to the dance floor. Soon they were enclosed with other demigod pairings surrounding them. "I'll admit, it has been awhile since I have last danced. It isn't exactly in the Roman legion training handbook." Gwen said with a laugh as she danced softly to the music, not really sure what she was suppose to be doing. "The legion is all work, no play. I'm leaving in a year and am never re-enlisting again. What do you think of the legion?" Gwen asked with a smile as she tried to make conversation with the boy.

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Lance had been the one to hold out his hand, but he was soon lead onto the dance floor, it was not entirely what he was expecting but she had seemed the more aggressive one on this 'date'. Actually calling it a date made Lance uncomfortable, since he preferred to reserve the word for something romantic. He was glad that she didn't seem dampened by him being, well him in all it's lack of glory. Lance was 6 years younger, shorter, and more importantly not at the same part of his life. It was a bit obvious they wouldn't be romantically dating, and she seemed a lovely girl more than deserving of a potential boyfriend on her birthday. Lance wished he had someone to set her up with, but he had few friends and most people she already knew. Gwen seemed to be the type to talk to anyone around her anyway, and many people Lance had listened in on knew her.

Lance was surrounded by people, and normally he would be having a small anxiety attack right now because of the sheer number of people, but he focused on the lovely lady in front of him. She had beaten him to conversation, but at least Lance was more than able to lead in dancing. His steps where fluid, and though his eyes never left the woman he danced with he was able to keep them from bumping into anyone. “Don't worry, you can just follow my lead. My dad made sure I knew how to dance.” he said with a small laugh, he was confident but it was only residue from the confidence he used to have. Small, and barely noticeable but still there.

“Well I'm not much of a socialize so some of the events that force people together like this are good for me, so I guess I don't really dislike it. I'm not much of a fighter though, I'd rather not hurt people, and some of the rules seem a bit out of place. That last one might be because I grew up outside of New Rome and the legion though. What do you plan on doing when you leave? I'm sure a lovely strong willed lady like yourself can, and will go anywhere you please?” he said hoping not to offend, sometimes what may be spoken as a compliment may be interpreted differently.

“I'm not really sure I know what I want to do after the legion, I have a bit of time to figure things out anyway. I might even stay in New Rome, unlike my dad. He's a child of Mercury, but stays elsewhere. Probably a lot of different places now that he knows I'm being taken care of, haha.” Lance loved his dad, he was great and told him all kinds of stories about roman gods and goddesses, myths and legends, probably everything he would have learned in New Rome. He just happened to not do much on the lawful side and preferred to not lie, so evading the authorities, if they ever caught wind of evidence, was easier to do on the run.

Whenever the music changed pace so did Lance, and he wondered if the band would continuously play from one song to the next of pause between them. Chatting with Gwen had not left him with the ability to ascertain time correctly, and he was getting a little hungry. When there was a lull in the music Lance asked Gwen if she wanted anything to eat or drink, with the offer to let her stay at the table as he got them for her.

((OOC: feel free to stay in conversation and dance as long as you want, Lance will still reply.))

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At the mention of him learning how to dance Gwen was automatically intrigued. Not many Romans knew how to dance. That was probably obvious at the moment since they were around a bunch of nervous ones who seemed to just sway from side to side. It was a bit funny because every once in a while everyone would sway the same way and make the dance floor look like a wave of people. Gwen decided to let him lead, besides didn't most boys do that anyways? He was a good dancer to, Gwen was almost embarrassed that she couldn't match his abilities. "That sounds like a nice thing for your dad to make you learn. Really chivalrous. How come though?" Gwen asked as her curiosity got the best of her.

Gwen nodded as he told more about himself. She couldn't figure out why this little boy wouldn't be much of a socializer. He seemed so lovable he was bound to have a good amount of friends. Then again, she couldn't really know that much about him considering they had just recently met. Perhaps there was more to him. Well, Gwen wasn't going to dig out his files and be a creep, that was for certain. Besides, he was talking now and that was all that mattered. "Not a lot of Romans like to socialize so it's not a big surprise. I tend to not fight either, but that doesn't stop me from having a knife strapped on during training." Gwen said with a cheerful smile. Then came the question. What was she going to do after her service? Gwen had no idea. Perhaps she would return to be with her mother for a year. Ultimately she wanted to travel back to Verona and become one of the Juliet writers, just like how her mom did. Besides, America didn't have the charm or appeal as Italy did. "Good question. I guess I'll go to Italy and start from their. She the original Rome before ending my journey in Verona." Gwen said with a happy tone and smile. It was a nice dream she had, but she didn't know if it would be possible.

"From what I have hear living in New Rome isn't that bad. Plus you could always leave whenever you wanted to." Gwen said. "It probably calms your Dads nerves to know that you are in a safe place. Was he in the legion before you?" Gwen asked. As she continued dancing she was impressed as Lance lead. He knew exactly how to move depending on the way the music played. Gwen tried to not step on his toes and was lucky that that never happened. In fact, she felt pretty good about her dancing. It probably helped having Lance as a partner. He really was one of the better Romans she had met. At the mention of food or drink Gwen smiled. Her throat was getting a bit dry. Gwen smiled and nodded her head asking for a drink. She sat at the designated table for the both of them while Lance went to get the drinks and snacks.

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“My dad was a big believer of treating a lady like, well, a lady. Especially on her birthday.” Lance said with a smile, his dad was not the type to fly from one woman to the next, but he was kind to all women no matter their size, age, or beauty. His dad saw the beauty and strength in all people, so Lance guessed he had learned some good traits from his dad. Though he had remembered a few times his kindness got him in trouble, Lance could only hope he wouldn't get smacked like his dad. That mark stayed there for alot longer than Lance thought an open hand welt could.

“Well we all had to learn how to fight, I kinda wish my dad had taught me though. The first time I had to do any training like that was at the Wolf House, talk about culture shock.” Lance said laughing, though a passing thought had left not so pleasant a taste in his mouth. He wondered if he had learned to fight before hand, or if he had been told he was a demi-god before hand, that he may have been able to keep his friend from being killed. It was just a passing thought, one he had come across often before but made amends with it since. It wasn't your right to judge the past after all, only learn from it and try to move forward. It was incredibly hard to balance the learning and moving though. Instead of lingering on such a memory he listened to the lovely lady in front of him, nodding as she spoke of her future plans, though they were not laid in stone yet. “I've never been out of the U.S, but I'd really like to. Make sure to let me know so that if I ever manage to make my way there you can take me on a tour. I mean...if you...don't mind.” Lance said, back stepping just a bit. He didn't want to try and force her to see him after tonight if she didn't want to, or if they didn't keep in touch or one of many things that separate people who had only just met.

“Yep, my father spent a good amount of time in the Legion. He's been here to visit me, and I guess some friends he hasn't seen for a while, but he likes the world outside too much to stay here too long. He also had this weird obsession with chasing truth, and New Rome doesn't have too many secrets that are enterprise toppling.” His voice seemed to dry out his throat, and he wondered if he had ever talked so much about himself at one time. Gwen was nice enough to talk to, and he felt he could trust her with at least this much of himself. When they separated Lance made his way across the floor, he was never really conscious of his height even while dancing with Gwen, but the people here almost all seemed taller than him. After making his way through he wondered if he was the youngest here. Making sure to pick the right drink for his lady friend, Lance picked up some tea for himself. The snacks all looked good and he couldn't help but grab a small bit of everything, except maybe that one with red flakes on it. Lance recognized those for setting his mouth on fire more than once.

Lance may not have been too good of a fighter but he could balance nearly anything, though he preferred not to rely on balancing food or drink. Lance held each glass carefully and had the food pinned between his arms and his torso. It was a good thing since he had to move quickly to avoid someone attempting a dip. That was interesting to see, and Lance stopped for a moment before continuing. “I got a little bit of everything, well except the spicy things....do you like spicy? Should I go back?” he said turning to look at the food tables again.

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"Sounds like a wonderful father to have. I could only wish my dad was like that." Gwen said with a smile. Now, don't get her wrong. She was grateful to at least be one of the few demigods that has gotten to know her immortal half but she only wished that he wasn't so strict. Perhaps she was sounding like an ungrateful little daughter. "I mean, I like having my dad around. I really do. But teenagers tend to not get along with their parents. I guess that is true with demigods and the gods." Gwen said with a light laugh.

She felt sad for the little boy. Then again, she never did any fighting before reaching the Wolf House. It was a little of a shock, but not a huge one. Something inside her had seemed to prepare her for that fated day she would embark into the wolf house and then into the legion. Though, she did have to admit she argues with Lupa a lot due to the fact Gwen would much rather fight with a knife then a big bulky sword. Those things just got in the way of trying to look your best anyhow. Well, with that statement it was clear that Venus was her grandmother. "Oh I know. Who would've thought a huge wolf would be teaching us how to fight. Well, I guess if you were a big history geek before the legion it wouldn't have seemed so out of place." Gwen said with a smile and light laugh.

Gwen smiled brightly. Why would she mind. He was such great company. "Of course! It wouldn't be a problem at all. Heck, we could even swing by the original Rome. If you want of course. We can make an adventure of it. You'll have to let me know when you get out of the legion. What do you have five, seven more years?" Gwen asked excitedly. She would love to have someone to show around her Italy. Even if Verona was her main place she still loved her Italian heritage. Also no, it was not just because of the love of pasta food. Being Italian made her more relaxed and happy with life, just like it was with normal Italians. They were all care free and social. It was hard imagining them as such strict and fearsome people thousands of years before.

"Well, personally I wouldn't want to be within Roman limits all my life either. Your dad sounds like a wonderful man. I am sure he is very proud of you." Gwen said with a smile. She watched as Lance went to grab some drinks. He was really a sweet date. Even if sometimes her dad and her didn't get along she couldn't deny that he had seemed some potential in the young boy. He was mature for his age and very caring.

Gwen smiled as she saw Lance trying to balance everything. She should have gone up with him and helped. "No, it's okay. Spicy food sets my mouth aflame." Gwen said as she gave Lance a quick smile. "You could have asked for me to go with you. Seemed like you were trying hard to balance everything." Gwen said as she gave her sincere smile.

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“I grew up on all the roman mythology for sure, but I would have never imagined it was real. I mean I just though, 'oh man cool story dad'! I didn't even comprehend who Lupa was until after training with her for a while. I knew the name, but I just didn't put two and two together, haha.” Lance said as he smiled, thinking about how obvious it was when you look at the stories. He wasn't thinking much at all when he first started training, he tried to avoid thinking when possible at that time.

All this talk about his dad was making Lance a bit home sick, he had been in the legion for 3 years and he missed being able to go home and just talk with his dad about anything and everything. As Gwen had said he was a great guy, and to Lance's knowledge never actually picked up a woman other than his mom. His smile was awkward but cute as she complimented his dad. He really was proud of the man, but all he could do was give a bit of a nod. There was no way he could express all the good things about him, he left while still in the 'parents know everything and are awesome' phase after all.

“Oh no, I hadn't expected everything to look so good. I really wasn't planning on getting this much. I'm terrible with spicy food also, but I've become pretty good at spotting what makes food spicy so I can avoid it. Most of the time anyway...” It reminded Lance of the many times his dad snuck things into his food just to watch Lance burn his mouth. There was also the food he had eaten at camp, or things from New Rome. So many things could make your food kick you in the mouth, and Lance wished he knew them all so he could avoid them.

Lance would have to thank Cupid for the wonderful night, and the date he had been set up with. He hoped they could be friends, and hoped she would be fine wherever she decided to live. No monsters or anything showing up. Sitting at the table Lance began to taste some of the snacks and as he predicted they were delicious. He was glad he had gotten at least a bit of everything. He ate a bit delicately, keeping his elbows off the table and made sure not to double dip or anything. The double dip was intentional, but he had been taught to eat without leaning over or putting his elbows on the table. He knew how to eat to make sure he kept clean, and in general was proper about it. He did look around at the other people dancing, and the way he ate didn't seem out of place for him but compared to some of the other people it was quite different.

Lance went through a list in his mind, so far they had discussed parents, personal plans for the future, tastes in food, dancing, the legion. He wondered if he left out anything, and what they should talk about now. So far he had been able to almost speak normally, but the last thing they had talked about was the food and it hadn't exactly flowed into anything new. He definitely wanted to avoid the topic of childhood, and how they made it to the Wolf House.