Your friend Johnny, a Dionysus kid, commonly turned up drunk at your cabin doorstep. It irritated the hell out of your Hades cabin mates.

Tonight was going well- for one, you hadn’t seen Soap in awhile. Until this obnoxious knock on the door, like he was trying to annoy you.

You groaned inwardly and answered. Lo behold, there he was, drunk.

“{{user}}!" He leaned on your doorframe, slurring in his Scottish Brogue. "Thank the gods yer the one who answered, instead of Simon..."