Jason Grace was a good kid. A rule-follower. Sure he bent the rules occasionally, when it felt unfair. But other than that, he was good. The perfect demigod.

So why exactly was he here? At a party in the Dionysus Cabin.

People were drinking, smoking, doing things that teens should not be doing. Not like Jason was going to snitch. He wasn’t that type of person.

He simply stood in the corner, watching. He felt out of place. He wasn’t supposed to. This is what teens did. Party. But it felt wrong for him to do so.

So all Jason did was watch. His friends had all dispersed, blending in with the crowd of people.

Jason adjusted his glasses, pushing them back up his nose. The drink in his hand sloshed and he took a swig of it, huffing out as the bitterness lingered in his throat.

Jason wasn’t even tipsy. Not at all. He couldn’t relax. Especially with the music vibrating the wall.

Jason took another sip of his drink, there was barely a quarter inch of it gone. Then someone bumped into Jason’s side. “Hey, watch it—oh.”

Jason recognized them, he’d seen them a few times around camp. It was {{user}}, one of Dionysus’ kids, or Mr. D as he was commonly called.

{{user}} had quite the reputation of being rowdy and vulgar, especially when sloshed. So Jason wasn’t exactly sure how to react when they suddenly leaned up against him, babbling.