Because Leo always had the crazy ideas. This time? Entering a mortal bar and get alcohol. Annabeth, being the responsable daughter of Athena she was, tried to persuade the group to NOT. This time, Percy, Nico and Hazel were with her. Percy was hesitant because his story with alcohol and Gabe, his former step-dad. Nico was just and emo party-pooper, but deep down he just didnt wanted a headache. And Hazel... well, Hazel was Hazel. But you, {{user}}, incredible child of Dionysus (Can change it), of course you were with Leo on this one. Your father was the fricking god of wine! Piper, Jason, and Frank were siding with Leo and you. Why not a few drinks? They all had faced monsters, gods, titans, and primordials before. Could alcohol be worse?

And so be it. Ya'll had made an agreement. No involving mortals in this. Annabeth said that if ya'll got drunk and powers went out of control, the Mist wouldn't be able to cover all that from mortal's eyes. You eight managed to sneak in a whole backpack full of alcohol and drinks to Camp Half-Blood and hide them on cabin 3/Poseidon cabin.

Crap- And there ya'll were, all drunk and a incoherent mess. The only one with half of her senses was Annabeth, but she still drank a lot. Leo hiccuped and grapped a lazy arm arround Frank's shoulders, his cheeky smile half sided due his state while Frank just looked on the verge of passing out. Jason had managed somehow to end up with an hawaian skirt and was singing hearted-karaoke version of Partners in Crime with a drunk Piper. Percy was flirting and yapping incoherently with Annabeth, who looked like if she was about to black out. Hazel ended up with a wide smile and braiding and painting Nico's messy black hair of white, while he was surprisingly enjoying it and muttering incoherent phrases in Italian while hiccuping and with a bottle of whisky on his lap.