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Characters: Triton, Poseidon, Chelsea Straka
Date/Time: Tuesday, January 3rd, 2012
Location: Poseidon's place
Rating: Probably no worse than PG
Warnings: Language, maybe?
Summary: It's Triton's 21st birthday, but his gifts are going to Poseidon.

Triton got up early on that frigid Tuesday. Of course, his mother--and even his father, back home on leave just after the holidays--were going to have something for him. He was twenty-one today. He didn't plan on staying home, though, even if he had just returned from his trip to Michigan. He kept the clue tucked safely into his pocket. He was going to present it to his father--his true father, Poseidon.

"Heading out so soon?" his mother asked, a note of dismay in her voice, after she had given her son a fine breakfast and his gifts--practical items, for the most part.

"Afraid so, Mother," Triton said, lightly kissing her cheek goodbye, "I have some things I need to take care of.

His first stop was not the Straka residence. No, he had been chastised for not bringing anything to drink with him when he had met his father for the first time. Now that he was freshly old enough to purchase alcohol, he went in search of the finest bourbon whiskey he could find. He eventually found something to his satisfaction, and hoped it would please his father. Of course, Chelsea would likely be in a snit if he didn't bring something for her too, so he picked up some of her favorite rootbeer as well, and leather-bound Russian-English dictionary. Then, with clue and gifts in hand, he proceeded to his father's place.

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Chelsea had not become entirely comfortable with her life again with her father. She needed to trust him again. He'd burned her by keeping things from her and giving her no chance to have a voice. She continued with her daily rituals without much conversation.

She watched Poseidon over the top of the couch as he came home from work. Her homework was laid out on the dining room table. He changed his shirt and was buttoning the shirt cuffs when the doorbell rang. Chelsea hugged and rolled her eyes. Another date perhaps.