MizzyWolf

Percy sat on one of the training area's benches, dripping with sweat. The Romans seemed to like their soldiers how they liked their drums: beat. Not that the Romans played drums, or anything. Oh, just forget it. Jason stomped over to Percy, his eyebrows scrunched together. Percy looked up from cleaning his sword.     "Hey, man. You okay?" Percy asked him.     Jason sighed softly. "I just don't know what I'm going to do."     He gave one of his trademark confused looks. "About what?"     Grinning weakly, the son of Jupiter answered, "The girls."     "Oh, duh," Percy said, shaking his head at himself.     The dinner bell sounded. Tw