That makes sense. I don't really know when drinking ages started becoming a big deal. Maybe it's because kids started being stupid and killing each other or because they drove drunk. That seems to be the main reason but I don't really know?
(He had never really had a huge urge to get wasted or anything and he was sixteen. Two years off from the old age of drinking. Twenty-one seemed so far off and old to him.
Blackjack looks at Valkyrie and snorts. One thing about Blackjack? He's a natural glutton. Doesn't even need to be spoiled that way.
No way. Boss gives me only what I need and a teeny bit extra on the side. He's all picky on my diet. Says I'd get fat otherwise.
Which in Blackjack's case? He absolutely would. If Blackjack could, he'd likely do nothing but eat sugar cubes from dusk til dawn and splurge a bit between on anything else.
Percy does notice though and glances over before at Gyro. He's aware enough about how mongrels couldn't afford much. Percy grew up dirt poor and that wasn't really something he was surprised about. He still had no idea what to do with the money that he had been given. He hadn't splurged at all. The most he had done was eaten out a lot until he actually figured out how to make food in his place.
But he also gets that most people don't really enjoy hand-outs. He didn't either but it was aggravating to know that someone like Gyro and his horse were just squeaking by. He considers this closely.)
What do you do for Valkyrie? I mean, like, living wise? Does he just stay with you at your place?
(It was a genuine question as much as it was a mildly prodding one. Blackjack mostly flew around. Pegasi weren't fans of stables and needed to be able to stretch their wings far more than regular horses had to stretch their legs. But otherwise, he stayed in Percy's place and that wasn't all that horse friendly in atmosphere.
Aw it's okay, man. Don't sweat it.)
That's - gross. And also sad. I have gray hair but that's totally not my fault.
(He pouts a bit and rubs his fingers through the streak of gray hair in his hair by his temple. Stupid titans. Then Gyro is ruffling his hair and Percy whines though does absolutely nothing to stop it.)
Awww c'mon. My hair's already a total mess. Ugh ew. Why do you drink anyway? It tastes so bad.
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(He had never really had a huge urge to get wasted or anything and he was sixteen. Two years off from the old age of drinking. Twenty-one seemed so far off and old to him.
Blackjack looks at Valkyrie and snorts. One thing about Blackjack? He's a natural glutton. Doesn't even need to be spoiled that way.
No way. Boss gives me only what I need and a teeny bit extra on the side. He's all picky on my diet. Says I'd get fat otherwise.
Which in Blackjack's case? He absolutely would. If Blackjack could, he'd likely do nothing but eat sugar cubes from dusk til dawn and splurge a bit between on anything else.
Percy does notice though and glances over before at Gyro. He's aware enough about how mongrels couldn't afford much. Percy grew up dirt poor and that wasn't really something he was surprised about. He still had no idea what to do with the money that he had been given. He hadn't splurged at all. The most he had done was eaten out a lot until he actually figured out how to make food in his place.
But he also gets that most people don't really enjoy hand-outs. He didn't either but it was aggravating to know that someone like Gyro and his horse were just squeaking by. He considers this closely.)
What do you do for Valkyrie? I mean, like, living wise? Does he just stay with you at your place?
(It was a genuine question as much as it was a mildly prodding one. Blackjack mostly flew around. Pegasi weren't fans of stables and needed to be able to stretch their wings far more than regular horses had to stretch their legs. But otherwise, he stayed in Percy's place and that wasn't all that horse friendly in atmosphere.
Aw it's okay, man. Don't sweat it.)
That's - gross. And also sad. I have gray hair but that's totally not my fault.
(He pouts a bit and rubs his fingers through the streak of gray hair in his hair by his temple. Stupid titans. Then Gyro is ruffling his hair and Percy whines though does absolutely nothing to stop it.)
Awww c'mon. My hair's already a total mess. Ugh ew. Why do you drink anyway? It tastes so bad.