*Trigger Warning: Mentions of r**e*
"So, why the sea?" Victoria asked as they drove past another direction sign to the closest coast.
"You know that really, really clinging guy that doesn't take no for an answer? Well, female consent wasn't exactly a popular hashtag back then," Sam grunted. "And I guess he still doesn't get the message."
"Are you for real?" Victoria scoffed. "Your ex sends you a Cyclops? Damn."
"I just told you, he's not an ex," Sam protested.
"Wait," Clara suddenly exclaimed. "Are you talking about Poseidon? The Poseidon, the God of the Seas?"
"He should have been named God of Perverts..." Sam grunted.
"What's his deal?" Victoria asked both girls. "He's that obsessed with you? Is he bad looking? I mean, he's a god, I figured he could have a little something..
