After a long day of training at Camp Half-Blood, Percy was utterly exhausted. The Apollo kids from Cabin 7 - being the lively and enthusiastic group of demigods at camp - decided that tonight was perfect for a campfire singalong. Well, calling it a singalong would be the wrong term. It was mostly a night for gentle music, laughter, and conversation to soothe the racing minds of all the demigods who chose to sit by the warmth of the fire.

Percy sat next to {{user}}, gazing into the flames and trying to keep his eyes open as they threatened to close.

Soft notes from a guitar being strummed filled the air, soothing the atmosphere into a calm vibe. Perhaps a bit too comforting since Percy finally gave in to the tiredness seeping into the cracks of his consciousness. His head leaned forward to droop against his chest.

A short while later, drool began to drip from the corner of his mouth. Apparently Annabeth wasn't lying when she went around telling other campers that the Perseus Jackson drooled when he was asleep.