Worst. Day. Ever. Waking up next to my good friend's girlfriend? That's fine. She stays over at my house sometimes and we talk late into the night, often falling asleep on each other. But waking up next to her with a hangover, no clothes on, and in a strange bed? Now I'm worried. Maybe I should start at the beginning…

"Percy! Come on! It's your twenty first birthday! Let's go out and hit the clubs!" Annabeth's excited voice carried over the phone.

"Wise Girl-" I started, exasperation clear in my voice.

"No Percy!" She interrupted. "You're coming whether you want to or not. I'm sending Nico over at eight. Be ready." She cut off whatever I was going to say next by the sound of a dial tone.

Great...

"Hey Perce." Nico said, clapping a hand on my shoulder.

"No." I replied, not looking back at him.

"C'mon. You have to. I'm getting a few drinks too."

"No." I paused to register what else he said. "But you're only eighteen! You're not allowed to drink yet!"

"You forget that I'm ninety eight. Not eighteen." He growled darkly.

"So in reality, you're calling yourself an old man. Nice job bro." I said bluntly with an edge of a challenge. Maybe if I get him distracted, he'll forget about the club!

I guess my eyes gave it away because Nico said, "Nice try Perce but I'm not forgetting about the club. You're going." Before I could move, the shadows enclosed us in their dark embrace.

We appeared outside the club's entrance. I looked at the neon sign. The Lotus Hotel and Casino. This will be fun…

"Prissy, you made it." Clarisse greeted me with a nod.

"Hello Percy." Reyna said.

"Hey Rey! Long time, no see. How's Camp?"

"It's fine Percy. Go, drink. Get wasted. See you later." She replied briskly and walked inside the club.

"She's already drunk." Nico clarified. "I'm off to find Hazel. Bye Perce." And Nico too left me to fend for myself.

I walked up to the bouncer.

"I.D.?" He asked. I was almost too afraid to do anything, ironic since I took on hundreds of monsters since I was first introduced to CHB. He looked like Smelly Gabe and Ares had a kid though. "Hey, punk. I.D."

"Sorry sir. Here you go," I replied, taking out my wallet and showing him my license.

"You're legal. Have a good time!" He said, his whole demeanour changing.

"Thanks...?" I replied more as a question than a statement.

"Anytime Perseus Jackson, Saviour of Olympus." He clapped me on the shoulder.

I just weakly smiled and walked inside. The first thing that hit me wasn't the music or the flashing lights; it was the smell. Cigarettes, perfumes, alcohol, colognes, sweat, and sex. Then the strobe lights. I already had a headache. This is getting worse. Then, the music. Oh gods, the music. Not a decent song on. Nope, it was a remixed version of Nine Inch Nails "Closer to God".* I steeled myself and walked further into the club.

"Percy!" Annabeth shouted, jumping in front of me. "Isn't this awesome!?" She had a mojito in hand and smelled like she'd already downed a few shots.

"Hey, Wise Girl, you okay?" I asked cautiously. I didn't know which kind of drunk she was.**

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, suddenly defensive. Ah, the emotional kind of drunk. Well that answers my unspoken question.

"N-nothing." I stuttered back a reply but she either didn't care or didn't hear me over the music I could feel pounding through my very core.

"Well, bye Percy!" She shouted, cheerful again and spilling some of her drink on her shirt and floor.

I waved back. I weaved further into the crowd, heading for the bar. After being pulled over by slutty girls, and dancing with a few kids from both Camps, I made it to the bar. I looked around for anyone I knew and saw Piper looking less than thrilled to be here. Thank gods I'm not the only one.

"Hey." She greeted, sipping her martini. It was a red that reminded me of strawberry Jell-O.

"Hi. Bartender!" I called trying to get the man's attention. He turned. "A blueberry mojito!" He nodded.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Piper laughing to herself. I turned my body fully so it faced her. "And what, Miss McLean, may I ask is the cause of your laughter?"

"I don't know! Everything is just sooo funny!" She giggled again, then jumped up and smashed her lips against mine.

I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back. "Piper! What are you doing? You are dating Jason!"

"Hahaha! That's right. I'm dating Jason…" She slurred. She started leaning against me like I was her life support.

"Piper," I started cautiously. "How much have you had to drink?" How did she change from less than excited to be here to hyper as fuck and randomly kissing people in less than ten seconds?

"I don't know." She hiccupped. "A lot." She started laughing again.

"Well, let's go." I picked her up bridal style and went to find a room where she could relax. I should really thank Annabeth for this. Note the sarcasm. I looked down at her and shook my head.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I hope that it was okay.

*"Closer to God" is an okay song. I have nothing against it. I just couldn't think of any other song because I'm pretty sure that they don't play the Biebs in clubs. Not like I have any clubbing experience.

**Go to YouTube and look up 'danisnotonfire five types of drunk'. It will help you to understand what I talked, er, typed about