“Noooo! No, no, no- ugh. Dam.”

Percy groaned, faking face first into the sand. He, Grover, Annabeth, and a few other kids across different Cabins we’re playing volleyball on the sand by the lake at Camp. Percy, son of Poseidon, master of the sea…was not built for playing against his girlfriend at volleyball.

“Annabeth! That was such a dirty move and you know it.”

He stood up, wiping the sand off of his shirt and face. Percy gagged, spotting some out and wiping his tongue in an overdramatic fashion.

“I can still taste it…gross.”

The son of Poseidon sighed, walking off the pitch to go pick up the ball. After he grabbed it, he paused, glancing to a fellow camper sat nearby.

“{{user}}! You wanna come play with us? Need help beating the stupid Athena kids.”

The last part was sarcastic, obviously. The sarcastic, joking remark warning a laugh and eye roll from Annabeth and her half siblings. Percy laughed to himself for a moment before turning back to {{user}}.

“Besides, need an extra player if you’re up for it. Powers allowed, sooooo…”