Percy was pouting in his cabin. He had wanted one last chance at archery and after Will very, very reluctantly gave him that chance, he promptly blew up the range. It wasn't his fault, honestly, how could it be his fault that the Stolls decided to make exploding arrows and that out of all the people, he was going to get them? But of course Will was super mad and had blatantly refused any apologies and pleas for another chance. Stolls. So, when Annabeth proposed he try archery in the mortal world, he stopped pouting and got really excited. After all, there were no Stoll arrows in the mortal world. He quickly got the directions to the nearest range and just vapour travelled to around the corner from said range, when he walked in on a strange scene. The guy behind the desk had his hand on his mouth and was staring wide-eyed at some guy Percy could only see the backside of. And a nice backside at that, oh yes. 'Styx, I hate ADHD sometimes' "So, am I hired?" Percy watched confused as the guy with his hand on his mouth only nodded and decided to name him handguy. Handguy seemed somehow relieved when he noticed Percy, quickly removing his hand and stuttering out a "Can I help you?" before blushing and looking away. "Uh, I'd like to sign up for lessons please." His mom had taught him manners, thank you very much. With a squeaked out reply that Percy could only interpret as some sort of positive response, handguy turned to the computer and Percy turned to the guy with the nice arse. Surprisingly, the man was already watching him expectantly, as if waiting for some reaction. The only thing Percy did was letting his eyes slowly wander up and down the man's body. He was a flaming homosexual, after all, he had a reputation to uphold. "So who might you be?"