Book:
Percy Jackson
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The Hermes cabin plays poker night at their cabin with drakmas as currency
"Hey Perce? Wanna play cards with us?"
"Uh... Sure... What are we playing?"
He knew how to play card, him and his mum would sometimes play together during their rare mother-son vacations, but there was a game they never played and it was
"Poker, my guy! We don't use dollars of course, drakmas are more valuable when you are a demigod, the rules are the same as normal poker, just with big' old gold coins, I wonder how old they are actually... Do you think that one of these could have belonged to Eracle and now we use it to play..."
The whole speech was turned off after 'my guy' Percy hadn't mean to but he no longer saw five cheerful Hermes and unclaimed children playing cards before him... No... He saw Gabe yelling at him to bring him a beer, he saw his friends asking for chips, another for cigarettes and so on
One flashback on after another, he didn't know the face he was making... It must have looked pretty bad because Luke started to shake him, Percy merely acknowledged his existence, his eyes vivid, taking in his surroundings:
He was in the great house, Chiron not in his chair, Luke was being pushed out by Mr. D who didn't have a diet coke in his hand, when Luke was out Mr. D turned to him
"Listen Peterson" Percy rolled his eyes, at least this one was close enough
"Wine and parties are what I am most known for, but the mind is also my domain, especially, sickness of the mind, mortals call it psycho-something don't know how you call it now, but I was dealing with "traumas" even before mortal came up with the word"
That was the longest he ever heard Mr. D talk
"I helped you a little there" that got Percy attention back on him
"You won't have flashbacks whenever you see poker or alcohol, I can't have a demigod dying because of something he has with my domain, I don't want anyone's nagging"
He... Helped him? He didn't have to see smelly Gabe so clearly anymore...
Percy started crying, but not the sobbing, snobbing mess one would expect, those were silent tears, tears of gratitude
Mr. D Looked quite taken aback but maintained his composure
"Remember to make offerings, Pettigrew"
Now Percy was quite sure that was a character's name, did Mr D. Read harry potter?
Mr. D didn't know how much his future self would thank him for helping the kid, because Percy would become one if not the most powerful demigod of the era, able to manipulate poison against a goddess, the kid was grateful to him, and Dionysus/ Bacchus was quite happy to have the kid grateful to him.
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Percy fear of alcohol - one shot fanfic
Short StoryMr D... From his experience with smelly Gabe he knew when an adult has had to much of the happy juice. I own nothing but the plot Every character belongs to uncle Rick
