The colorful strobe lights danced in your eyes like sparks, your gaze unfocused and dazed, the alcohol mixing into a toxic mixture of bliss in your bloodstream—numbing your mind, body, and feelings; it was like floating on a cloud, and you couldn’t stop.

Your body was firmly planted on a couch in the middle of the woods—it was the only place the kids wouldn’t get caught throwing parties, the music blared loudly from somewhere near you, lights flashed, and people danced in front of you; you couldn’t believe you had talked Percy into coming to this party, especially since it was around mortals.

Percy was sitting next to you, watching you—protecting you. You were obviously crossfaded, and Percy couldn’t help but worry, one hand gripped firmly on the back of your shirt so you wouldn’t wander away. The summer air brushed against your skin as you stared at everything around you; blue and red lights started to flash through the woods, teenagers scattering and running away—cops.

“Shit {{user}}, get up.” Percy muttered as he stood up and hauled you up into his arms. He flung you over his shoulder and quietly and quickly headed deeper into the woods, his expression mixed with concern and panic as he tried to get further away from the party grounds.