It all started like this: there I was sitting at the poker table in some casino in Vegas. I was winning big time thanks to the Stoll brothers. Oh, come to think of it I should introduce myself. My name is Percy Jackson and I'm from the Big Apple, that's New York City for those of you who don't know. I'm 21 years old and turning 22 in a few months. Perhaps the biggest thing you should know about me is that my father is Poseidon, the Greek god of the sea. Yes, they do still exist and I'm a demigod. But back to the story. I had been playing for a few hours and managed to accumulate a good amount of winnings. When i finally went to cash all my chips in there turned out to be about half a million there, much to my surprise. The Stolls really do know their tricks to winning.
On my way out of the casino I saw a few of the guys that I had defeated in poker fallowing me to my piece of crap little car that I love. Knowing the human nature so well I knew that they were going to try taking the money that I had won because they're egotistical and think the I don't deserve the won. Not hard to see why Artemis hates men. Any ways on the way there they cornered me like I expected and tried to get me to hand over the winnings. Key word: tried. They now have a few broken bones each. After I got back to my hotel I changed from my formal dress that I had to wear to get into the casino into my denim shorts and the Green Day shirt that my cousin Thalia had gotten me for my twentieth birthday. Grabbed a few of the hundreds I had won and went back out to hit the bars and clubs.
I know that a life of partying is not the best life to lead but after I had a terrible breakup a few months ago I felt like I deserved to let loose for a while. Going into the first bar I saw that looked fun I was ready to get stupid drunk. Back at the bar I notice a few guys my age, maybe a little older, hanging out. One of them though looked like he was not having fun at all. To me right then it looked like the others were trying to cheer him up. That is where all this nonsense began. If I had known that at the time though I wouldn't have drank so much or with him I might add.
Sitting down next to the guy that looked down I called for Captain Morgan, my favorite. The not so fun guy was slowly sipping his drink and I noticed a ring in his hand that he kept fiddling with. His friends all kept trying to get him out on the dance floor with a good looking woman but he kept refusing. At that point it wasn't hard to tell why he was there with his friends. His girl left him and they thought to bring him here to help him get over it. My friends did the same thing for me. That was when one of his friends noticed me.
"Hey hottie," he said to me and his words were a bit slurred from the alcohol, "you want to help cheer my friend here up?" As he asks he plopped a hand on the shoulder of the guy next to me. He just shrugged the hand off and continued with his drink.
"I don't really think he wants to be cheered up right now if him fiddling with that ring is anything to go by." I replied and just then my drink came and I picked it up and took a sip, perfect. "Plus, I'm busy trying to cheer myself up. So if you could leave me alone that would be great." He turned away with his hands held up in surrender. I gazed across the dance floor not really looking at anything.
"Thanks for not taking him up on his offer." A voice said next to me and I turned to see the guy I sat next to looking at me.
"No prob. I had to deal with the same thing a few months ago." I smiled at him and he gave a slight smile back. "So wife or fiancé?" I asked pointing to the ring. He looked down at it and sighed.
"Fiancé." He looked so sad and dejected. "We went to school together and I thought that she really cared for me like I her but apparently not anymore. She told me she didn't feel the way she used to."
"That sucks but at least she didn't cheat on you." He looked at me quizzically. "I walked in on my boyfriend going at it with someone else." I saw him flinch.
"Yeah. Glad that didn't happen to me." It was then that I noticed he had a British accent. It was hard to see what he really looked like with all the flashing lights but I could see that he has round glasses and black messy hair and a thin face. On his forehead I saw what looked to be a scar that was lightening shaped but I could be wrong. "So I guess that's what you meant when you said you were cheering yourself up." I nodded.
"Have been for a few months now. I'm Percy by the way. Percy Jackson." I held my hand out and he took it.
"My name's Harry. Harry Potter." We started talking about some random things as we drank a few more drinks. Then we went out onto the dance floor, more like dragged by his friends, and we had some fun. A few more drinks latter and I had no idea what I was doing. When morning came I woke up in my hotel room with a note on my pillow and the ring Harry had last night on my left ring finger.