It's okay. I don't think I'm all that cool either so I'm not really the president of what is or isn't cool.
(At the offer, Percy shakes his head.)
No thanks. The drinking age is 21 and I'm a few years off from that. My mom would have a hernia.
(Not really. She wasn't the type to get mad or yell at him but she'd be disappointed and that would be significantly worse. Blackjack wasn't bothered by the minor disagreement between the men. He knew his master enough to know he wouldn't start anything serious and he was used enough to general confrontations like that. When Gyro came over, he gave a pleasant whinny of acknowledgement and nudged at Gyro's side, sniffing for treats.)
Some Amara-what? (Percy asks from where he is, not having really hard Gyro all that well.)
no subject
(At the offer, Percy shakes his head.)
No thanks. The drinking age is 21 and I'm a few years off from that. My mom would have a hernia.
(Not really. She wasn't the type to get mad or yell at him but she'd be disappointed and that would be significantly worse. Blackjack wasn't bothered by the minor disagreement between the men. He knew his master enough to know he wouldn't start anything serious and he was used enough to general confrontations like that. When Gyro came over, he gave a pleasant whinny of acknowledgement and nudged at Gyro's side, sniffing for treats.)
Some Amara-what? (Percy asks from where he is, not having really hard Gyro all that well.)