A what-if moment ended with inspiration. :D Hope ya like it!
I was currently attempting to play pinochle with Mr. D (since Chiron was on a special mission for Zeus and 'Peter Johnson' was the only camper's name he could remember, I was forced to try and play).
"So…um, how do I do this again?" I asked, wincing at his look of irritation. I prayed he wouldn't choke me with grape vines, a threat he used against me quite often.
But he seemed to control himself and just sighed. "You are very stupid, aren't you, Peter Johnson?"
"It's Percy Jackson," I mumbled, but he was already trying to re-explain the rules of the game to me.
"So, you see, all you have to do is-"
"Mr. D!"
The god growled slightly and looked angrily towards the door, where Annabeth stood, breathless, as if she'd ran the whole way here. "What now?" he demanded.
"I…I…" she gasped.
"Spit it out!" Dionysus snapped, and I glared at him. He ignored me.
"I just found out something you might want to hear," she finally got out.
"What is it?" The immortal's eyes grew bright for a second. "Did they make a new Pac-Man game?" he asked hopefully.
Annabeth frowned a little. "Um, no."
His eyes dimmed again. "Then I don't care." He waved his hand at her. "Go away, I'm teaching your boyfriend here how to play pinochle."
"Sir, you should hear this," insisted Annabeth.
"Fine, but make it quick," the god relented.
I gave Annabeth a curious look. What was so important that she dared to interrupt Mr. D's game of pinochle? That was almost asking to be turned into a grape.
"One of the satyrs returned with a couple new campers, and they started talking about how they'd heard all about Camp Half-Blood, and wondered if they could meet Percy and Nico," she explained.
"So?" asked Mr. D in a bored tone.
I frowned. "How did they know about camp? Or, better yet, me and Nico?"
"Well, that's what I asked." Here she paused and took a deep breath. Then she blurted, "Apparently, some guy named Rick Riordan wrote a book series about us and then authorized it being made into a movie!"
Mr. D spit Diet Coke across the table, spraying me with the soda. "What?"
"Gross!" I exclaimed, looking down in disgust at my t-shirt. Then I stopped grumbling, her words suddenly hitting me. Then I yelled out, too, "What?"
She nodded. "I said that, too. Apparently it's called 'Percy Jackson and the Olympians.'"
I frowned deeper, not sure I liked that publicity among mortals.
Suddenly Leo popped his head in the door, beaming. "Did you hear?" he said, nearly bursting with excitement. "I'm famous!"