There wasn't much Percy could really do then, besides stare at Marina with his mouth halfway open. He moved to say something and his phone went off again. Annoyed, he picked up up and shut it off, "Fuck off, Giles!" he shouted, tossing it harshly onto the floor.

"Okay, I- I know you said I might want to be sober, but you were wrong." He stood and headed over to his fridge and fished out a beer, flicking the cap off easily and taking a big swig.

"Nope. Not finding answers in the bottle, goddammit. I have no idea what to say, Marina. Absolutely not one fucking clue."