first to ten wins (summer)

Surely, they were here for a reason. Ari can't seem to remember which one though, but there must be one. He's in the middle of an appartment, a bit drunk, next to some girl he met sooner. They just started to talk, like that, out of nowhere, and found that they had common interests ; one in particular : money. Ari won't try to hide it, he loves the smell of drachmas, the touch of it in his hands.
Anyway, so he's there, like a misplaced pawn in someone's party. He doesn't know who it is, he doesn't need to know. The only thought that floats in his mind is that : you made a deal, now go for it, start moving. He looks down at Summer, the girl next to him. She's slightly smaller than him, but not so much.

— So, to make sure I remember this correctly : our goal is to make people offer us drinks, right?

That sure seems fun. Ari can't hold back a grinding smile, appearing on his face. As Aphrodite's son, he had an advantage over his partner. He had a natural gift for seduction, it's running in his blood. In a flash, he starts walking between others in the living room. The appartment has a nice vibe to it, an overwhelming calm, but at the same time it was not calm at all. Music was blasting in Ari's ears as he sits besides a not-so-tall ginger guy. Ari looks at him, gently. He tries to establish a contact, a good one. You know how sometimes, when you meet someone new, you feel immediatly trusted and listened by the person standing before you? That was what Ari was trying to do. Alas, he did not have magical powers of seduction, so he had to do with his natural charm ; which was not complicated.

— Hello, beautiful. Would you be interested in buying me a drink?
— Why would I do that?
— Because I'm a nice guy?
— Back off, mate.

Well, that did not went as Ari planned. He stands back up, and tries to search for Summer in the crowd. Their mission tonight seems to begin kind of harshly. He finally founds her. His face transforms into an utter disappointment expression.

— Well, my first attempt went horribly. What about you, sweetheart?

— First round and I won the point. You know, the key for it is to make an exchange.
— It's not exactly a fair fight! You're a girl! You play sexy and every cishets boys at this party will offer you a drink. I have to make non-existent gay boys pay my drinks.

And then, he started frowning like a child. He was flustered for nothing, really, he could've hit on girls if he wanted to. The problem is that it's not really his thing ; he has always been better with boys than girls, that he could be sure of. But how will he handle that to achieve their little bet? I doesn't know yet, but he'll find something. He's at least sure of his capacity to find back up plans when things do not go as he planned. He listens to what Summer is saying to him, and he nods, simply.

— Deal. Let's do that. I'll show you some hopes and dreams.

And there he goes ; back at it again (with the white vans, lmao). He looks around him for an easy target, a shy one, a someone he can seduce easily, or corrupt. After a bit of searching, he founds someone that may fit to his criteria. He sits on the couch, close to him, and looks deeply in his eyes. He gets lost in it for a moment, appreciating the beauty it was radiating with. They were blue, a beautiful, deep, blue. He loves blue eyed guys.
He starts talking with him, some chit-chat with no sense, no purpose, just to get him to open up to you. You smile, a fake one, as usual. You laugh, a fake one as well, as usual. But you're saying he's funny, you're saying you find him cute, and his face turns red. Bingo. Maybe they weren't all straight after all. It was time to ask the question.

— Maybe we can continue that discussion over a drink? It's on you, tho.
And he accepts. First step, complete.

They move together to the bar. He orders Ari's beverage. He doesn't stop talking, but now that Ari got what he came for, he gets a little bored. He's always like that. A vicious creature that only wants what he wishes, nothing more.

— I had a great time, but I really have to go find my friend. Maybe I can have your phone number, that way I'll still be able to hear you rumble about your passions.
And he accepts. Second step, complete.

It's victorious that he gets back to their meeting point with Summer, and he grins as she approches.
— Guess what? He won this one. How 'bout you? Did you get a drink and a phone number?
He won using only flirt as a weapon. He surely was proud.