"woah―" you were tipsy, Percy could tell by the way you were stumbling over mere sand..., normally so graceful in your steps. his hands quickly came up to steady you, eyes racking over your carefree form.

instead of a sword, you were happily carrying a bottle of... wine? most likely stolen from Dionysus himself, just to make the campfire a bit more fun.

Percy liked you like this ― not that he would ever tell you ― empty of any worries, fingers unclenched and just ... able to act your age. days of letting loose were spare at camp halfblood, but the fellow campers made sure to find some ways. and the son of Poseidon was more than happy to see his friends let loose. they deserved it, after all.

especially you...