It sounds like one of those sci-fi conventions regular kids went to. Percy's heard about them in the seven different schools he's been to (and been kicked out of). "You aren't kidding are you?" Percy keeps a wary eye on the rest of the bar. When he arrives somewhere new, trouble usually finds him in under five minutes.

The ADHD part of his brain wondered what a drunk monster would look like.

"How'd we get here?"