This is my very first story ever on Fanfiction. I hope that you will find it almost as great as cookies. (Not as great, that's impossible.) I noticed that there was not many Pertemis AUs out in the community. So I decided to write my own.

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own the wonderful world of Percy Jackson. If I did… I think I would remember.

It was the Roaring 20's. A period of great innovation. But it was also a period of great social splits between the wealthy and the destitute. Mobs ruled the slums. Elegant women in scarves ruled the silver screen. Our story will take us to both the slums and the towering skyscrapers of bustling New York City.

As Percy walked through the streets of bustling New York, his eyes were constantly scanning the setting as it changed around him. Model T's, little newsboys begging for people to spare some change, there was even a pigeon filing through an anguished man's briefcase, his papers flying. He noticed all. He could tell how much a man had, just by looking at the size of their cigar, if he so pleased. Greedy bastards.

He had reached his destination. Percy scanned his surroundings. Was there anyone suspicious following him? That was one thing he could not afford. He took one last look, breathed deeply, and ducked into the narrow alleyway.

"Penelope, would you set the table for dinner please, sweetie?" called Paul Blofis.

His 3-year old daughter, full of energy, bounded into the room.

"Sure thing, daddy." she responded, giving the man a toothy grin. Paul could not help but feel proud of the zeal that his daughter carried for life.

As little Penelope set the table, Paul's lovely wife, Sally Jackson entered the dining room.

"Dinner's ready," she announced as she placed three steaming trays of food onto the table.

"Dinner looks lovely, dear," Paul grinned up at her.

As the family dug in, Paul noticed that his wife was not as sociable as she normally was.

"Dear, what's bothering you?" Paul inquired. His wife looked up, startled.

"What? Oh nothing." Paul knew that was a complete lie. But he knew better than to call her out on it. Sally could be quite a fireball when she was irritated.

"It's Percy." Paul glanced back at his wife. "He's never around these days. I don't like him participating in that mob."

Paul sighed, "I feel the same. But there's no way that Percy would ever quit. You and I both know we're barely scraping by. We need this money, and Percy knows that."

"I know, I know. I just wish that we could find another way to make ends meet. He's not even home for dinner!" she cried, dejected.

As she said this, footsteps pounded up the fire escape.

Paul grinned. "Speak of the devil."

Sorry this chapter was so short. This will just be the introduction.

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