Here's what happens when Percy has too much blue Coke. I made this up one day when I was bored. It happens after "The Titans Curse".

DISCLAIMER: Rick Riordan owns "Percy Jackson and the Olympians", not me.

CHAPTER 1: How Many!?

Percy was lounging on his bed, drinking blue Coke. He finished the can, then crushed it and tossed in into the garbage can. "Aw!" he murmured when the can hit the rim and bounced out. Percy had been sitting in his room drinking blue Coke all afternoon.

Everyday that summer, Percy had 'ordered' blue Coke at dinner, and saved it. He had poured it into empty Coke cans and hid them in his cabin. Then, on the last day, he packed them all in a big duffel bag and brought them back to his apartment.

Just then, there was a knock on Percy's door. He said, "Come in!"

The door opened and Annabeth walked in.

"Oh, hi," Percy said, opening another can of blue Coke.

Annabeth said, "Hi." She looked at Percy and added, "What are you drinking?"

"Blue Coke."

"Um, where did you get blue Coke?"

"Camp." Percy took a long sip of his blue drink while Annabeth stood staring at him with a look of half-disgust, half-wonder.

Percy glanced at Annabeth. "What's with the look?"

Annabeth frowned. "How did you get blue Coke from camp?"

"I saved it from dinner, duh."

"You mean that stuff is months old!? And you smuggled it out!?"

"Yep." Percy tipped his head back and poured the last drops into his mouth. Then he squashed the can and threw it into the garbage can.

"And you don't even care?" Annabeth watched, a frown on her face. "How many have you drank today, anyway?"

Percy shrugged. "Six... or more... wait, I think about eight... or nine... or ten... I don't really know." He popped open another can.

Annabeth's mouth dropped open. "WHAT!? How many!?"

Percy nodded, the can still on his lips. "Yep," he mumbled, "About nine, I'd say."

Annabeth could not reply. She just stood, with her mouth hanging open.