Freak || Percy Jackson x OC

One Hundred and Four: The gods snitch on Sen

PERCY

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There are parties, and then there are huge, major, blowout parties. And then there are Olympian parties. If you ever get a choice, go for the Olympian.

The Nine Muses cranked up the tunes, and Percy realized the music was whatever you wanted it to be: the gods could listen to classical and the younger demigods heard hip-hop or whatever, and it was all the same sound track. No arguments. No fights to change the radio station. Just requests to crank it up.

Dionysus went around growing refreshment stands out of the ground, and a beautiful woman walked with him arm in arm- his wife, Ariadne. Dionysus looked happy for the first time. Nectar and ambrosia overflowed from golden fountains, and platters of mortal snack food crowded the banquet tables. Golden goblets filled with whatever drink you wanted. Grover trotted around with a full plate of tin cans and enchiladas, and his goblet was full of double-espresso latte, which he kept muttering over like an incantation: "Pan! Pan!"

Gods kept coming over to congratulate Percy. Thankfully, they had reduced themselves to human size, so they didn't accidentally trample party goers under their feet. Hermes started chatting with Percy, and he was so cheerful, Percy hated to tell him what had happened to his least-favorite son, Luke, but before Percy could even get up the courage, Hermes got a call on his caduceus and walked away.

"Where's Sen?" Percy asked some minor godling. She was quite pretty, with golden hair and sapphire eyes like Sen's. Percy knew she wasn't Psyche- she had a much happier look to her.

"Oh! I believe she is with Apollo!" The girl said. She was quite bright and cheery. "You are Perseus Jackson, yes?"

"Uh, just Percy, please."

"I am Hedone." The woman said. "It's a pleasure to meet you!" She said it quite sincerely. Before Percy could say anything else, she giggled and walked off with a bunch of other beautiful people.

Great, now I gotta find Apollo.

Honestly, it wasn't that hard. A solid twenty yard space had been cleared, and in the middle, Apollo was standing close to Sen. She had a magnificent golden bow in her hands, with a glimmering white bowstring. It was nearly blinding to look at.

She seemed to be testing the weight. "Where am I shooting?"

"Anywhere. Just not people that can smite you." Apollo ordered. He caught sight of Percy and smiled his perfect white grin. "Ah, Percy! Come here!"

All eyes were on Percy. Reluctantly, Percy walked forward.

Sen grinned wildly at him. "I'm gonna shoot from Apollo's bow!"

"You suck at archery" is the thing that Percy said. He immediately turned red and held his hand in one hand. "I don't know why I said that."

"Probably because I suck." Sen agreed. "But it's okay! Apollo said if I accidentally, like, shoot a nymph, he can just steer the arrow away! You remember, like in Troy?"

No, Percy did not remember. The biggest detail he remembered from Troy was Achilles slaughtering a bunch of people.

Sen seemed to notice this. "Well, in any regard, I probably won't shoot anything important."