GIANT ROMAN PRAETORS AND TINY CHILDREN OF DEATH
(also Jason had too much to drink just roll with it)
Hazel frowned. She stared at Jason and wondered if it was possible to re-summon that big pile of schist back when Frank, Percy, and she were trying to retrieve the 12th Legion’s Eagle. He was giggling, for Pluto’s sake, and clinging to her brother like a support beam.
Granted—none of the ways that Jason was dangling over Nico were inappropriate, but it was pretty cruel. Sure, Jason was trying to relax since he was at a Roman party for the first time since relinquishing his title as praetor, but for a big guy like him to get this tipsy was worrisome.
"Can you believe he’s doing that?” Hazel asked Frank once they finally broke away from Jason’s slurred conversation. She glared glaciers (or in this case, schist) at the Son of Jupiter and frowned again when she saw Jason give Nico a quick peck on the cheek.
Who suddenly looked red from head to toe.
"I know that he was nervous about being here, but no one’s judging him." Hazel snubbed the pair and took Frank by the arm. "Don’t you think that’s mean to Nico?"
Nico had a crush on Jason. Which was an alarming thing for him, because Jason was the first person to accept Nico as gay.
"I think Nico’s just acting as Jason’s DD." Frank wrapped an arm around his girlfriend and smiled timidly, despite the fact that he could probably snap her like a twig.
Hmm—maybe he could snap Jason like a twig. (Maybe not. If Hazel needed to get a job done, then she’d do it herself.)
"What’s a DD?" Hazel asked.
"Just—someone who makes sure the other person gets home safely. It stands for designated driver." Frank shrugged and handed her some punch. "Besides. If Jason remembers-slash-finds out about this int he morning, then he’ll be grovelling to Nico until the next war."
"Gravel. I like the sound of that."
"Uh…I said grovel, Hazel.”