I have zero to write? ugh. here, I mean. cya at the end,i guess.

BANG! BOOM! CRASH! The Argo ||'s alarm sounded.

Hazel hurried to brush her hair and hastily got dressed. She knew she didn't have to; the boys were just fooling around again. Piper gave them a good scolding, though.

"Boys!" Piper yelled. "Why? It's 2AM in the morning. Look around. Just look around. Do I seem amused? Does Hazel seem amused? No. Neither of us do. Why? Because we're trying to sleep, boys, we're trying to sleep. We might have to save the western civilization again tomorrow. I understand that you're trying to have fun before one of us dies a horribly tragic death, but DON'T. SOUND. THE. FUCKING. ALARM. It wakes everyone up! It drives us insane! We just want sleep, boys. S. L. E. E. P. But, can we get the freaking sleep? NO! Be QUIET! THAT IS THE FIFTH FUCKING TIME THIS WEEK, AND IT'S ONLY WEDNESDAY! YOU KNOW, YOU COULD..." And she went on, but Hazel stopped paying attention. She only tuned back in when she heard her name. "...Hazel must have something to say about this." Piper gave her a look that said You have something to say, or you go back to bed. She really would have preferred the back to bed option, but she knew she had no choice.

"Boys." She said, calmly. "This is not okay. What if something serious happens, and you sound the alarm so many times, that we don't take it seriously? Going back to Piper's point: We need sleep. You need sleep. You should get some sleep, boys..." She had no idea where she was going with that. But Annabeth walked in right on time. The boys' faces were full of terror during the time Piper spoke to them, but when Annabeth walked in... well, they might as well screamed like little girls. "I'm positive Annabeth has something to say about the matter. Right?"

"Oh, I do." She sounded like Hazel, calm and cool. That was a terrible, terrible sign that things were going to get so loud, someone might as well get her a bullhorn. "Do you want to know why? Because Hazel, Piper, and I were downstairs forming strategies and got to bed less than ten minutes ago. We thought that you were up here protecting our ship. But, no! YOU WERE UP HERE FOOLING AROUND! WHAT WERE YOU EVEN DOING THAT MADE YOU SOUND THE ALARM!" She paused. "WELL?" After a few seconds, her eyes drifted to Percy. "Spit it out." She said, her voice flat.

He mummered something nobody could understand or hear.

"Excuse me?" Annabeth asked, her eyes screaming Say it, or I'll kill you faster than you could apologize.

Percy got the vibe. "Manhunt." He said.

"Musical Manhunt." Leo confessed. All the boys turned a dark shade of red. Hazel could she Leo immediately regretted his words.

"What?" Piper asked.

"Musical Manhunt." Jason repeated.

"What the Hades is Musical Manhunt?"

"It's when you play Manhunt," Frank said.

"But you sing while doing it." Percy finished.

Hazel sighed. "Bed." She said, pouring anger into her... word.

"O- what?" Jason asked.

"You heard her," Piper smirked.

"All four of you. Bed. Now." Annabeth had the exact same expression as Piper, and Hazel could feel it forming on her face.

"You- you can't send us to bed!" Leo protested.

"Oh, we just did." Piper said.

"But- but it's totally not fair!"

"Well, if you're going to act like toddlers, why not be treated like toddlers?" Hazel asked.

"We-" Percy started to answer, but Annabeth cut him off.

"You're not supposed to answer it, Seaweed Brain." She said.

"Oh."

"That's- Ugh. Fine." Leo looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but here. "C'mon, guys." And they walked down to their cabins, a shameful, shameful night for them.

I don't know why I wrote that. I guess I wanted to bring out the sass in the girls, and I figured punishing the boys for being completely immature was the best way to do that. I also wanted to bring out a point that Jason and frank can be immature, even if they're Roman. They're boys, nonetheless. and that the girls make an excellent team, as do the boys. so many hidden things here. like: angry girls are not pleasant girls, and the Argo || girls curse allot when they get angry. headcanons, too. eh. night.