Disclaimer: Here is chapter 2. Didn't get much response from the first chapter but that's why there is a second chapter. Hopefully, this story will catch on eventually.

Chapter 2: Worst Guest Ever!

Fear and Loathing In Olympus

Percy Jackson stared at his old camp counselor not only in shock but completely flabbergasted about why he was in his apartment. Dionysus often went by the pseudonym Mr. D, however, he was still a Greek god and his old arch nemesis. Mr. D smirked in the shadows and started to light a raunchy and terrible-smelling cigarette. It made Percy's nose scrunch up and he rushed on his feet over to Mr. D.

"What the Hell are you doing here?" Percy asked his sea-green eyes reflecting fury in the orange glow of Mr. D's cigarette. "And could you put that out!"

"No, need to worry about any smoke alarms. I deactivated them, and if anything, I should be getting after you," Mr. D said with slight fury, his accusation turning Percy Jackson's confusion into absolute fury. "Your beer tastes like shit!"

Percy grounded his teeth before he could open his mouth, Mr. D snapped his fingers, and Percy Jackson appeared on his beaten-down fabric chair across from Mr. D. In his right hand was an old English tin-styled pint of beer filled up to the top with frothy white bubbles. In his left hand was a Churchill Cigar that hadn't been lit. Mr. D has in his own right hand a similar cup of choice, likely filled with some sort of alcohol.

"What is going on?"

"That Peter Johnson is a very good European beer called Leffe. You should be honored to finally be drinking with the god of wine and having fun! Something the other Olympians should try for a change," Mr. D said before taking a sip of his pint, but instead of stopping he continued to chug until every drop was gone.

Percy looked at Mr. D completely baffled by what he was seeing. Dionysus had been punished by Zeus after an incident where the god of wine twice drunkenly chased an off-limits dryad across Olympus. Zeus punished Dionysus with 100 years of sobriety and as head camp councilor of Camp Half-Blood. However, 7 years prior, Zeus reduced that sentence to only 50 more years. Percy had a multitude of questions and concerns, his top one being why Mr. D was drinking his own beer!

"Well, are you going to try it?" Mr. D asked with pleading and hopeful purple eyes.

Percy placed his tin pint of beer to his lips and smelled delicious wheat and orange scent notes. He took one sip, which turned into a long and succulent gulp. Half of his beer was in his gut before he shook his head and said, "It's delicious, but what the fuck!"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you in my home? Why are you drinking my beer and why the hell aren't you in camp?"

Mr. D dramatically threw his left hand in the air like he was upset by the questions. Percy half expected Mr. D to turn him into a rabbit or a Martini, instead, Mr. D chugged his pint of beer until every drop was gone then magically another full cup appeared. Mr. D smiled a mischievous smile that further upset Percy.

"You haven't changed much Percy! You're still that pathetic little brat who always had to save the fucking day!" Mr. D rose from his seat and his eyes glowed bright purple. A dark aura of green, purple, black, and various shades of purple danced around the great god Dionysus. With a snap of Mr. D's fingers, the aura disappeared, and a giant keg of beer appeared on Percy's kitchen counter with a felony amount of cocaine piled on a plate next to it. "I never cared for you heroes! Always about your problems being more important than the generations prior. Well turns out your generation of heroes is the most fucked, degenerate, and straight-up fucked!"

"Oh, really? Who would have guessed?" Percy sarcastically said back to Dionysus, he rubbed his forehead feeling nauseous by the turn of events. A floating newspaper appeared in front of Percy that was printed in golden font and the paper elegant and divine. "What is this?"

"Just look at the title!"

Olympus Daily

Breaking News: The great seven Heroes of Olympus are among the most Fucked Generation since the Great Flood!

Below the main story were other interesting substories such as Hillary vs. Trump Demigod Death Match 2016 and another interesting one that read Trump Declares: "Poseidon's Cyclops are Taking jobs away from Dryads. Percy looked at the headlines and then back at Mr. D. He didn't even know Olympus had a newspaper! More shocking than that was the revelation that Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton were demigods.

"Wait a minute, how are we the most fucked generation since the Great Flood? And how does that correlate with Zeus granting you permission to drink again?"

"Because of unfortunate circumstances, every generation has placed their burdens onto yours. Now, I'll be honest with you. The reason why I'm here wasn't to drink beer. No, that's just formality. Zeus is currently loathing and keeping to himself these days. I'm afraid he's been sick the past few weeks," Dionysus said this with a straight face. His purple irises shined with concern, and it made Percy slightly confused.

"God's can become sick?"

"Zeus isn't sick like with something like the flu. He's been having nightmares and has hardly left his chambers on Olympus. I was summoned to Olympus last night and saw him myself. He looks off and his power is receding. All the other gods are afraid for the future, this recent election is all they're fussing about and off about. Almost feels like yesterday we were arguing over Troy."

Percy threw the Olympus Daily newspaper onto his table. He took another sip of his beer and shook his head. None of this news felt reassuring. After all, he and Annabeth went out of their way to save Olympus on two occasions, and they received little in compensation for all the bloodshed that had been spilled. What was he supposed to say and do? Mr. D hated him, he always disliked him since the very first day he arrived at Camp Half-Blood. If he had another quest for the gods, they sent the worst messenger in the entire universe!

"Mr. D, I really love this conversation and all, but are trying to coerce me into going on another quest? Because as much as I want to set aside everything in my life to save Olympus for the third time. It really feels like I'm being given the short end of the stick," Percy explained, his cheeks turned red, and his sea-green eyes glowed with fury at the thought of fighting once again. "What is going on?"

"You wanna know the truth? Olympus is falling, if that isn't obvious by how everyone's acting in the streets then maybe I must show you how low the average mortal has fallen. Zeus gave me a very important quest that he entrusted me with, but I can't do it alone. I'm at full strength, yet even that won't be enough to complete this quest. I need you! You are the only demigod I truly respect and trust." Mr. D smiled warmly and extended his hand to Percy's. "I've been entrusted with finding the American Dream!"

"The American Dream? You broke into my home, stole my beer, and want me to drop everything going on in my life. To find the American Dream," Percy said with complete baffled irritation.

"When you say it like that. It reminds me that this will be a very dangerous quest requiring the strongest of minds, the greatest of brawn, and the great ichor of a flea-ridden-seadog flowing in their blood… I'll be honest with you. I'd rather be throwing darts at the shithead campers trying to climb the climbing wall of lava," Mr. D started laughing, almost maniacally and it made Percy flinch. Many Summers ago, back when he was 14, he tried climbing the lava wall, only for several daggers to fly towards him.

"Wait a minute. You tried killing me?"

"Oh, uh, that… well, as far as I remember I wasn't really trying, because if I was, you'd be dead," Mr. D explained before booping Percy on his nose. "As far as holding grudges go, I never forced you to risk your life on a selfless quest to save the world. And I sure as hell didn't send you to Tartarus."

Percy huffed out in annoyance. He got another boop on the nose from Mr. D only for Percy to swipe the drunk god's hand away. He rubbed his forehead with his left hand in circles. This was all too much for him to take in. He was in Camp Half-Blood just four days ago and Mr. D seemed to be his usual grumpy self. Now, the god was given permission by Zeus to drink and lead a quest. What was this world coming to?

"Well, does it matter?" Percy pondered, his face turning beet red. "What part of Greek mythology does the American Dream come from? Because last I checked its some idea we were taught about in English class."

"The American Dream was created long ago by the founding fathers of the United States as a gift to Zeus. It used to be one of Zeus' most ugly of gifts that sat collecting dust by his bedside on Olympus, but then back in 1968, Zeus gave away the American Dream to a wormy demigod. It has been missing ever since. This is the first time I've ever heard Zeus bring it up, but wherever it is, we will find it together!"

"Wow! As much as I would love to go on an adventure across wherever to fetch the American Dream. I have work tomorrow morning. I have responsibilities like paying rent and planning a Halloween Party with Annabeth. You know, normal mortal stuff, and besides who is going to retrieve that shipping container that fell into the Delaware River after last week's storm," Percy explained, he was hoping Mr. D would understand his predicament. Mr. D looked back at Percy surprised and slightly crestfallen.

"Come on Percy, it will be fun, and I promise you won't be fighting monsters or Primordials! You were at the top of my list of heroes to save America. I didn't choose you out of spite, but because you have a history of somehow saving the world. Why do you care so much about living a normal mortal existence?"

"Ah, because I must, and if I don't, I'll have Annabeth yapping in my ears for a week straight. Being a mortal isn't that bad, I mean it sucks having to work for peanuts and nickels, but it's not that bad. Plus, I'm happy where I'm at."

"That is the least happy answer I have ever heard in my entire existence," Mr. D said while shaking his head and his right index finger in the air. "How about this… tomorrow I'll come with you to work. Make sure you're truly happy."

"Oh, well that's wonderful to hear, but I don't think th-," Percy was quickly hushed by Mr. D opening his mouth.

"Then it's settled, I'll accompany you to work and if you're happy. I'll leave you alone and never bother you again. I'll find someone else maybe… hmm, Annabeth Chase," Mr. D said her name with a slight bit of malice. Percy's eyes widened and he clenched his teeth. "I do have other options after all, but if we find the American Dream before this upcoming US Election. I can promise to help you out, how about that?"

Percy wanted to scream. No matter what he said, no matter how many signals he threw Mr. D's way, the damned god of wine and drunkenness wasn't taking no for an answer. He stood there watching Mr. D's smile widen across his face. It was sickening to watch because he knew he was powerless. He knew Annabeth was working on her master's in architectural engineering and she had an internship set up with Gensler in the Spring. Would Annabeth really drop everything for a stupid quest?

"Oh, okay. Fine, meet me tomorrow morning at seven in the morning," Percy said, before closing his eyes in defeat.

"Sounds like a plan, Peter Johnson!"

Before Percy could even reply, Mr. D disappeared in a bright flash of white. The smell of grapes lofted heavily in the air. Percy fell into his chair and threw his hands into his hair. He had barely any time to think or register what had happened when he heard several loud knocks on his door. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Percy bolted from his chair and nearly tripped over his own feet. He balanced by doing a summersault across his living room and past his kitchen, landing right in front of his door.

"Thank god no one saw that," Percy muttered to himself, before looking through his peephole. Annabeth was standing outside with her head looking down. She seemed normal, like not a care in the world was bothering her, but he knew Annabeth.

Percy opened the door to his apartment, causing Annabeth to hug and kiss him. Neither lasted longer than it felt. Annabeth quickly threw her arms off his chest and entered his apartment. Percy smiled, he closed his eyes, he was fully content knowing she came back home at just the right time. Percy opened his eyes, to find Annabeth looking down at more than a felony worth of cocaine on the countertop. It rose high enough from a fine jade plate that Percy started sweating just looking at it. Right next to it was the keg of beer.

Annabeth raised her right eyebrow high. She had tanned skin, and curly honey-blonde hair that she kept in a braided ponytail, but much of it flowed down her back. Her eyes were a furious stormy grey, however, when she wasn't so angry, Percy thought she had some of the most beautiful eyes on the planet. She was the picture-perfect California girl except the half snarl she was showing him reminded him more of the typical furious Jersey girl. Dressed in skintight blue jeans and a small green parka with her orange Camp Half-Blood shirt underneath. Percy knew this was going to be the most he'd see of her body tonight.

"What the fuck happened here?"

"Ugh, I can explain!"

"Really," Annabeth mockingly gestured towards the pile of Mr. D's cocaine her eyes rolling to the giant keg of beer.

"Ugh, the American Dream, Dionysus, Zeus is sick," Percy blurted out quickly, he had never in his life been placed in such a situation as this where he didn't know where to begin. Annabeth's fury softened and she rushed to close his apartment door.

Percy felt his throat tighten. Annabeth placed a hand under his chin looked him in the eyes and said, "No matter what, just be honest with me. I want to know everything."

"Okay."