A/N I'm going to refer to Hazel and Beckendorf as being "colored" or "negro" since this story is set in the 1930s and those would have been the polite terms for African Americans. For example: NAACP (founded in 1909) stands for "National Association for the Advancement of Colored People" and UCNF (founded in 1944) stands for "United Negro Collage Fund." The story is going to be in first person p.o.v and Percy, if he lived in the 1930s, would refer to his black friends by these terms.

Percy P.O.V
After saying goodbye to Annabeth at the Lotus Hotel, I decided to go visit my parents at their apartment on the Upper East-Side of Manhattan.
They were both in the kitchen when I arrived. My Ma was feeding my one-year-old half-sister Estelle her breakfast while my stepdad Paul was reading the newspaper and drinking his coffee.
Ma finished wiping baby food off of Estelle's chin then came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning Percy," she said, "We weren't expecting you."
"I thought I'd surprise you," I replied.
She gave me one of her famous smiles and her beautiful blue eyes sparkled.
"Nice to see you, son," Paul joined in, rising from his chair to shake my hand.
I didn't mind Paul calling me son. Of the two stepfathers I'd had, he was by far the best but next to Gabe, that wasn't very hard to do. He worked as a high school English teacher and was a good man who earned a good living. Ever since he had married her three years ago, Ma had been happier than I'd ever seen her. She looked young and beautiful despite the grey streaks in her chestnut brown hair.
"Hello kiddo," I said to Estelle before kissing her forehead, "Miss me?"
Estelle was as pretty as a baby doll with her brown curls and big blue eyes. She cooed in reply to my question.
Paul's newspaper had a headline about a member of the Titans who been found riddled with bullets and floating face down in the Hudson. The Titan went by the name of The Minotaur and I felt a sense of relief that someone had put a bullet in him since he would have loved to put a bullet in me.
"There's some batter leftover," Ma said, "I can make you some pancakes if you're hungry."
"Can you make them blue?" I answered.
"Of course, sweetie."

If my parents knew about what I did for a living, they never brought it up. I did my best to shield them from what I was up to and it was good to know that their house was a place I could go where everything was safe and normal.
Ma still called me "sweetie" and made me blue pancakes. Paul called me "son" and Estelle was as happy and carefree as a baby should be.

After breakfast with my family, I stopped by the nearby Hephaestus Garage. Leo was tuning up a red Ford Model T with a dragon decal on one of the doors that he had named "Festus."

He was a scrawny, curly-haired latino with pointy ears. Working on machines, he looked like an elf from a fairytale.
"Morning, Percy," he said, "Just getting Fetus ready for our run up to Canada later today."
Festus was one of the cars we used in our bootlegging operation. We liked to switch up our vehicles to avoid suspicion. The other car we used was a black Oldsmobile with a hood ornament shaped like a Pegasus that I gave the name "Black Jack."

Festus was smaller and therefore faster. Black Jack had a larger trunk and could hold more crates of booze.
"How's my girl?" I asked Beckendorf, who was changing Black Jack's tires, "You treating her right?"
"She's running like a dream," Beckendorf answered.
He was a massive, muscular young colored man who worked at the garage for Hephaestus Valdez, Leo's father. Above his workbench was a wedding photograph of him and Silena, his beautiful new wife.
A bulky Chinese boy with a babyish face was talking on a telephone.
"Yep, we should get there around midnight," he said, "See you then."
"Hey Frank," I called to him, "How's Hazel?"
"She's good. Her mother is crazier than usual?"
Hazel Levesque, Frank's sweetheart, was a nice girl but her mother was known as someone who was known for being a bit colorful. Marie Levesque, who went by the name of Queen Marie, worked as a fortune teller with a sideline in good luck charms that usually had the opposite effect. Half the neighborhood thought Hazel and her mother were witches.
"Where's Jason?" Frank asked.
"He should be coming along shortly," I answered, "He met up with Piper last night."
"Then I bet he is coming along," Leo but in.
Frank blushed and Beckendorf raised an eyebrow at Leo.
Esperanza Valdez, Leo's mother, made us a lunch of hot dogs, potato chips, and ice cold Coca-Cola. Leo and Beckendorf took a break from their work to eat and the four of us talked about how our families were doing, neighborhood gossip, and the girls we were seeing. I didn't say anything about what happened with me and Annabeth the night before because it was too beautiful to damage by showing it off to my friends.

Annabeth P.O.V

Argus, my family's chauffeur, picked me up at the train station in Montauk and drove me to the Parthenon, our summer home. My parents built the Parthenon soon after they were married. They had honeymooned in Greece and had fallen in love with Ancient Greek architecture: white marble, fluted columns, and roofs shingled in reddish brown tiles. My mother chose to name it after her favorite site that they visited, a temple to the Greek goddess of wisdom and her namesake, Athena.

Mr. Brunner, our butler, greeted me at the door. I handed him my blue and silver coat and white hat.

"Welcome back, Miss Annabeth," he said.
"Thank you, Brunner," I replied, "Are my parents home?"
"Yes Miss, they're in the living room."
My parents had to pause construction on the Parthenon during the Great War. When peace was declared, my mother celebrated by decorating her dream home in the new Art Deco style. The living room was decorated in shades of grey, blue, and beige and had potted palms and a spiral staircase going upstairs.

A subtle theme in the decor was owls: paintings of owls, owl statues, and knickknacks. The light from the two lamps on the mantelpiece shown on the ceiling in what looked like the eyes of an owl. Owls were my parents' favorite animal and had become my family's symbol.
My mother, Athena Pallas Chase, stood up from her grey armchair and walked over to me. She was tall and elegant and looked like a marble statue of a goddess: eternally ageless and beautiful. The only things that gave her age away were the soft lines around her mouth and eyes. She wore a navy blue skirt and a black coat with a peach floral print over a white blouse.

I took after my father with my blonde hair but I had her fierce and serious grey eyes.
"How was your trip, sweetheart?" she asked, putting her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek.
"The train was a bit late but other than that it was fine," I answered.
Frederick Chase, my father, got up from his blue armchair and went over to join my mother. He was handsome and athletic looking with sandy colored hair and brown eyes.
"Welcome back, Princess," he said, kissing my cheek.
I gave him a hug and went to go sit down on a grayish blue sofa between the armchairs.
Malcolm, one of the footmen, brought in our afternoon tea and a tray of sandwiches (salmon mousse, pickle and prawn, and my favorite, egg salad) garnished with little rosettes made from tomatoes, and little lemon cakes with a zesty glaze, dollops of cream, dried lemon slices, and powdered sugar.

Over tea, my parents got me caught up on all the latest gossip. Helen Sparta had left her husband for Paris Troy. Her husband, Menelaus Sparta, had gotten his brother Agamemnon, one of the most feared attorneys in the state, involved and the divorce proceedings promised to be long and vicious. Echo Crabgrass had been disappointed in her hopes to marry Narcissus Poole. They also let me know which of our friends were in town this weekend, namely, William and Elizabeth Dare and their daughter, Rachel, and Hermes and May Castellan and their son, Luke.
Rachel Dare was one of my classmates at Clarion Ladies Academy and we had come out into society together last winter. Luke Castellan was one of my oldest friends and had been my escort to my debutante ball. He was as handsome as a film star and all the other girls were jealous of me. My mother would love it if Luke and were to get married but we'd only ever thought of each other as brother and sister.
"This weekend is the Olympus Ball," My mother told me, "Did you bring anything to wear?"
The Castellans threw the Olympus Ball every year and it was the first big event of the summer season.
"I did not," I replied, "I'd forgotten about it."
I couldn't believe I'd forgotten about the Olympus Ball. Now that I was out in society, I was able to go and I'd been looking forward to it all year.
My mother gave a little smile.
"Don't worry, dear. I bought you something special. It's up in your bedroom."
My bedroom was done up in grey, white, and pink. The "something special" my mother had mentioned was draped over my small triangle shaped bed: ivory colored silk against silver satin sheets.

Her gift was a beautiful Greek-style dress and an owl mask made from white tipped gold feathers.

The dress code for the Olympus Ball was masks and Greek-style gowns for the women.
I picked up my new dress, held it to me, and spun around in front of my mirror. A girl would feel like a princess wearing this and dancing in the ballroom of Mount Cyllene, the Castellans' summer home. The only flaw in this fairytale was that my Prince Seaweed Brain wouldn't be there.
A/N thanks to homielonglegs_ for all their support