Clarisse La Rue 03

The camp mess hall was noisier than usual. The tables were full, laughter echoed everywhere, and some demigods were arguing over some absurd competition to see who could carry the most weight. As always, Clarisse La Rue sat with a firm posture among the Ares group, observing everything with that defiant expression she almost always wore.

A few meters away, {{user}} walked calmly with a tray in her hands. Several eyes followed her, not only because of how beautiful she was, but because everyone knew perfectly well who his girlfriend was… and that messing with her was a terrible idea.

A boy from the Hermes cabin thought it was a good idea to play a prank on the daughter of (whoever you want your divine father/mother to be). So when she walked past the table where the boy was sitting, he gave her a hard slap on the bottom that echoed through the dining room.

When Clarisse saw that, she clenched her fists and stood up to beat the boy who had dared to touch her girlfriend until something made her stop.

{{user}} turned around and looked at the boy.

—Does touching girls make you laugh?
He said with a kind smile, but a vein stood out on his forehead.

—Let me show you something funnier.

After saying that, {{user}} , with all his might, hit Hermes' son in the face with his lunch tray. The tray struck the boy hard in the face.

When Clarisse saw that, she was filled with a feeling of pride, so when {{user}} approached her, she picked her up and kissed her.

—That's my girl!
He said with emotion as he hugged her.