Percy wasn’t exactly a rule follower, but compared to you, he was a saint.

Honestly, he was surprised your lungs and liver were still working, considering how many alcohol-involved parties you attended, and how many cigarettes you smoked.

Eventually, after seeing you indulging in such unhealthy habits so damn often, the son of Poseidon got curious.

“Hey, man,” he starts, walking up to you as you lean against the Dionysus cabin, a far too loud party blazing inside. “What’s with the cigarettes? You know smoking’s bad for you, right?”