Percy Jackson Scenarios

7 ~ Boys night out

"Hey Perce, you wanna come on a boys night out?" Leo called over to Percy as he finished sparring with one of the newer campers.
"Sure, why not. Who else is coming?"
"Me and you so far, but I've still got to ask Jason, Will and Nico."
"Cool."
Everyone agreed to come, and they decided to go to a bowling club. However, after a while it got boring, because (being demigods) they all had perfect aim, so were mainly tying with full strikes each. *cough* Jason *cough*
They left the bowling early and instead headed to a nearby pub. They ordered a round of lemonades and sipped at them whilst playing truth or dare. It was going well, until it got to Percy's turn.
"Perce, truth or dare."
"Truth"
"What really happened in Tartarus?"
"Dare"
The team all glanced at one another, but let it slide for now.
"Dare you to go get a bottle of cider and five glasses."
Everybody looked at Jason, shocked. He just shrugged. "It's not like we're underage. We've saved the world multiple times now - surely we can have one drink."
Percy begrudgingly did as he was dared. He came back with a bottle of the weakest cider they sold and five tiny shot glasses. The table burst into laughter when he set them out. Percy just gave a crooked grin. Leo opened up the bottle and poured a small amount into each glass. He raised his glass and gave a toast, "to no more wars!"
"To no more wars!" The rest of the group echoed, and drained their glasses. Everybody, that is, but Percy. The hero was staring into his drink with a haunted look on his face. Nico nudged him. "What's wrong, Percy?"
Percy shook his head slowly, lost in memories of Smelly Gabe that were triggered by the scent of the alcohol.
"Perce, c'mon, you have to drink or you'll jinx it!"
Percy snapped out of his stupor, and pushed the shot glass away from him so roughly that it spilt, adding another dark stain to the already filthy table.
Everyone looked at him, astonished.
"I'm not touching that stuff," Percy growled, then lightened his tone. "Jason, truth or dare?"
"Dare"
"Dare you to kiss a brick."
"What! Why? I don't even have a brick!"
"But I do," Leo smirked, pulling a brick from his bag.
"Why on earth do you have a brick in your bag?"
"In case the need should arise, for example in this situation."
"No way am I kissing a brick. Give me another dare."
"Okay," said Leo, pulling out another item from his bag, "I dare you to snog this stapler."
A fleeting look of horror flashed across Jason's features, and his hand unconsciously flew up to his scarred lip.
"I'll take the brick."

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The evening drew on, and the dares got even crazier. The reek of alcohol on his friends' breath and in the stale air of the pub was beginning to make Percy uncomfortable.

"Guys," Nico slurred after watching Will complete a particularly reckless dare, "maybe we should stop this now." He waved his hand to emphasise his point, and accidentally knocked over a couple of the empty beer bottles huddled in the middle of the table. Percy managed to catch one that rolled off the table before it smashed on the floor. He wrinkled his nose and gingerly set the bottle back, trying to avoid getting any of the spilt liquid on his hands.

Leo pulled a face at Nico's suggestion. "Fine, but you're getting the next round."

Nico agreed, and headed up to the bar. He asked politely for a beer, but the bartender hesitated before fetching it, and eyed Nico suspiciously.

"Sorry, but can I ask your age and date of birth?"

"Oh sure, I'm 15 and I was born in either the 1920s or 30s, I can't quite recall," Nico giggled hopelessly at her expression.

"If you're fifteen, sir, then you're a minor which means I can't serve you and you shouldn't really be drinking at all."

"But I'm not a minor. I'm eighty something years old, so you'd better watch your tone young lady," Nico said, his tone becoming darker. Leo and Will burst into laughter whilst Jason smirked, but Percy recognised the change in tone and quickly got up to intervene before a drunk and angry Nico banished the poor bartender into the depths of hell.

He didn't want to help get his friends even more intoxicated, but he wasn't going to sit around and watch them get into trouble, either. So  he sighed, and ordered the beer for Nico, as well as a pint of cola for himself.

Leo cheered when Nico returned triumphantly to the table, and proceeded to top up all of the glasses, spilling quite a lot of it. The boys drank in silence for a while, then:

"Did any of you ever have a pet?" Leo asked randomly. "I always wanted one. It could be my mascot."

Will shook his head ruefully, and Jason just frowned, "Does a massive wolf goddess count? No? I didn't think so."

"I was never allowed a pet, but Bianca used to collect those robo pet things?"

"I was a guinea pig once," blurted Percy. "It put me off for life."

Percy's shot glass was still lying where he had knocked it over. Suddenly Leo grabbed it and, pulling a black sharpie out of his toolbelt, drew a wonky smiley face with two dots for eyes on the glass.

"This is our new pet." Leo announced. "Or mascot. Whatever."

"What should we call him?" asked Jason, staring at the face intently.

"How about Bob."

"Yeah! What do you think, Percy?"

Percy's face was blank, his heartbeat increasing as he had flashbacks of Tartarus.

"Perce?"

"NO! Ahem, no. Call it something else," Percy tried his best to keep it together.

"Aw... I thought it fit."

"I know! How about... Little bob?"

"No!"

"Small bob, then."

Percy pushed his chair back abruptly and stormed out of the pub, tears pricking at his eyes.

"Hey, wait!" Will shouted, "Don't leave Bob behind!"