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Obviously this guy had never seen Jen drink. Oh she had no doubt that he had spent some time filling this little treasure room full of all kinds of tasty beveraes but Jen could put Bacchus himself to shame on a good day. That said, a few bottles wasn’t a bad place to start. She watched as Duncan went to grab some more refreshments to put them on ice and kicked back, pouring herself another drink and raising a glass in imitation of his toast. “No better way to make friends than to get sloshed together. That’s what I always say.” Jen didn’t particularly care what they were drinking to as long as they kept drinking. Fortunately Duncan seemed to have a similar mindset so she thought this little arrangement they had would work out just fine.

Glancing around the distillery again as she sipped at her drink Jen tried to take it all in. It was hard to believe this operation was going on right under the legion’s nose but she couldn’t really complain. At least someone was taking some initiative to improve things around here. It did give her a pretty good idea however. “You know there’s enough space down here that we could probably have ourselves a pretty good party. You ever thought about charging admission? We could have this place jumping with the right crowd and that might make this camp they've got us all enslaved to a little more bearable if you know what I mean.”

"Fine, fine. You sure know how to spoil a girl's fun." Jen said as she took the offered money. This guy definitely seemed like the vilest sort of scum there was but at least he paid and as long as the money was coming in Jen didn't mind too much. Maybe she wouldn't get to maim someone tonight but at least there was a pretty good chance she would be getting drunk afterwards and well who could complain about that? "I'll make sure her new boy toy sees the errors of his ways without breaking him....much."

And that was that. Business was done except for one thing. Grinning at the boy's offer Jen considered for a moment and then nodded. "Oh I'm very professional. Just remember that I've got a strict penis removal policy for guys who try and double cross me." She wondered if Mac might have such a policy if she found out what lover boy here was up to. She didn't know but one thing was for sure, it was going to be fun to watch if she found out. For now though Jen had a message to deliver and money to spend. "Alright now. Off with you. I've scrub to knock back into line and we don't want you getting caught up in the business side of things. I'll check back when the deed is done."

"Alright, alright, so you can't scare him off or the girl won't like you. Think I saw this on a gods damned Lifetime movie once. Hate those things." Jen shook her head. It would be an easy job. Could she tell Ezra that this was just the type of plan that could backfire on him badly? Of course she could but then she would miss out on the payday and she didn't want to do that. Besides, her dear old mom would probably like the fact that he was willing to gamble everything to get the girl even if she probably wouldn't have admired his methods.

In any case it was going to be fun to watch and if nothing else Jen thought that would make it worth her time especially if the dude doubled her pay. "Damn. Boy must really be yanking your chain if you're willing to pay that price but alright. Double the money and you've got a deal, no questions asked. I'll even bring you back a tooth as a souvenir if you want."

“Well fuck me blind. Now we’re getting somewhere!” Jen shouted as she watched the legion get into position. The soldiers got organized and formed ranks and that was enough to get the kraken’s attention which was precisely what the daughter of Fortuna wanted. "You nutless monkeys got that ballista setup yet? Gods almighty I've seen more coordination out of a Bacchus frat boy after a weekend long bender."

Jen spun around to check on the ballista but it was indeed ready to be loaded. That was good as she had been working on a special payload and was ready to get it loaded right now. "Alright boys I've never done this before but I'll shave Pluto's rotten scrote before I miss the chance to fire this thing now. Let's get this aimed and give that giant octopussy something to remember." Greek fire was a nasty bit of business add a big old ballista bolt and a little luck and you had yourself a little incendiary rocket that was sure to give that kraken a wake up call. All that was left now was to get a shot off at a nice vulnerable spot and Jen thought she knew exactly the place.

"Good, good...a little more to the left." Jen said as she watched the battle unfold and the Kraken turn. "There! Alright boys let's pin him where the sun don't shine. Time to give this beastie the worst case of hemorrhoids in history." Looking down the sights Jen had a clear shot at Mr. Tentacles' back side. It was now or never. "Mars! This crispy critter is my sacrifice to you. Tonight we're eating fried calamari boys!"

With that Jen let her gladius fall in a strong chop that severed the rope holding the ballista bolt. The missile flew and as if guided by Jupiter himself it slammed home. Jen didn't know if it had hit precisely where she was aiming for but one thing was for sure, wherever it hit the kraken was going to get a nasty surprise.

Mr. IwannabeCthulhuforHalloween was really starting to cramp Jen’s style. Of course she wasn’t exactly sure the monster was a guy but it certainly shared a lot of typical guy mannerisms what with the busting into camp, making a big commotion with its loud mouth breathing and causing all kinds of trouble with its floppy tentacle appendages. Jen was having none of it. She had tamed many a man in her time and if Octopus brains was anything like any of them she thought she had a plan.

Jen crossed the chaotic battlefield to the siege platforms heedless of the raging monster behind her. Sometimes it just took a crazy bitch to get things done and of bitches there were certainly few crazier than Jen. She headed straight for the first ballista she could see and when she saw a few scared demigod boys running around in a panic she took control. “You three stop fucking around like fauns with your asses on fire. Get that ballista ready to fire or I’m going to personally sacrifice each one of you to that thing like the virgins you all undoubtedly are. Mars almighty I’ll be doing your mothers all a favor by cleansing the gene pool.” As the legionnaires set to work Jen started on stage two of her plan. She was ending this one way or the other. “Hey Blondie!” She called out to the Praetor over the chaos. “Make those sad sacks you call soldiers useful for Mar’s sake and get this thing’s attention. I’ve got just the thing to fix it up real good.”

The problem with most people was that they thought the gods needed some kind of sacrifice or offering or even an auger or a priest before you talked to them. That was all bullshit plain and simple. Priests, most of them were crooks and what was a god going to do with some puny human’s offering anyways? Jen just talked directly to whatever god or goddess she was doing business with at that moment and the priests could all go bugger themselves.

What most people didn't realize was that the gods were just like normal people, all drunk and partying and randier than a two dollar whore on prom night. In fact, immortality probably made them that way even more so. You had to find something to fill the endless ages with after all and if anyone could appreciate Jen’s desire for a good time it would have been them so why shouldn’t the gods listen to her? The funny thing was how often Jen got results. She was the daughter of Fortuna after all and things often seemed to go her way. So when the unseen voice spoke to her from the room she was standing by she wasn’t even surprised.

"Next time your in town boys the drinks are on me." She said to the air and then looked around for the source of the voice that was calling her. The voice was coming from an ordinary barracks bunk bed but it was definitely saying the right words. A chamber of alcoholism? Jen didn't know what that was but it sounded like a place she needed to be and then came a sound she had been longing to hear, the sound of alcohol swishing around in a glass.

Really that was all Jen needed. Some might have been turned off by the idea if accepting drinks from strange talking beds with Scottish accents but most of those people were wusses. Jen had no such reservations and as she stepped towards the bed it began to move on its own. It was like a chorus of those fat little baby angels began to sing and she was led to the spot by a divine light from the heavens but Jen stepped around the bed and was suddenly peering down a stairway under the floor and into the ground. Apparently when the gods answered prayers they really knew how to do it. "Well you don't win by not trying." She said to herself with a shrug and with that she descended the stairs.

Apparently someone had been busy. It looked as if this place had been carved out of solid stone and if someone really had set up shop down here this was probably the most ingenious hiding space she had ever seen. Not that she was complaining of course. Instead she was wondering what exactly she would find down here. It was bound to be interesting and sure enough when she saw the boy standing at the foot of the stairs waiting on her she was definitely interested. Jen hopped down the last few steps and after taking a look around she turned her attention back to the boy. "Well it's cold as lord Pluto's dead ass and as roomy as Gaia's cunny but I like it. You the booze man?"