Nico's P.O.V
My half sister Hazel lived with her mother above a Harlem jazz club. Since it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, the club was empty. Hazel met me at the foot of the stairs going up to her apartment. She was wearing a pretty floral print dress and her curly golden brown hair was pulled back by a ribbon.

Her golden brown hair was a similar color to her eyes, which was a striking contrast to her coffee colored skin.
Our father, Hades Di Angelo, had immigrated from Italy as a young man. He married another Italian immigrant, my mother, Maria.
My mother died when I was four. From what I remember, she was pale, pretty, and dainty with dark hair and eyes. Her health had always been delicate, especially after giving birth to my sister Bianca and I. Being a man with needs, my father looked elsewhere to have them met. That's where Hazel's mother, Marie Levesque, comes in.
My father and Hazel were the only family I'd ever had since my mother and Bianca died during the 1918 influenza outbreak. I carried around two photographs of Mama and Bianca in my wallet.

Hazel led me upstairs to the kitchen of her apartment.
"Would you like coffee?" She asked
"Yes," I replied.
"How would you like it?"
"Black, please."
Hazel put a pot of coffee on the stove.
"Do you have any plans for tonight?"
"I'm meeting Will at Chez Tiresias tonight at eleven."
"I feel like going dancing tonight and Frank is out of town. Will you come with me to Bacchanal for a couple hours before you meet up with Will?"
Bacchanal was the jazz club that Hazel lived above.
"Certainly, what time?"
"Eight."
"I'll be there."
Now some words about my father and the Bacchanal. Hades Di Angelo is the head of one of the big three families in the Olympian crime outfit. The others being the Marinoses, headed by Poseidon Marinos, and the Conroys, headed by Zeus Conroy.
A/N A word about names: I struggled a bit finding surnames for Poseidon and Zeus. I chose Marinos for Poseidon since it means "from the sea" in Greek. Prohibition-era gangsters are stereotypically either Italian or Irish. We have Hades Di Angelo representing the Italians and I gave Zeus the Irish surname Conroy, which means "king."
Being my father's only son, I'm the heir apparent of the Di Angelo crime family as well as the undertaking business we use as a cover. Fitting is it not, my family has people killed and then prepares their bodies for burial.
There are minor families such as the Wines and the Cretes. Dionysus Wine, head of the Wine family, fittingly enough, owns some of the most successful speakeasies and jazz clubs in the city, including the Bacchanal.
I had dinner with Hazel, who made shrimp gumbo from the Levesque family's special recipe.

Marie Levesque has been born and bred in New Orleans but moved up north to Harlem in search of a better life. After dinner, I briefly returned home to change into my good suit. Hazel put on a pale green chiffon dress and a black fascinator among her curls. She looked beautiful.

A lot of men in Bacchanal were staring at her and being her big brother, I felt protective. Everyone knew she was Hades Di Angelo's daughter, so they wouldn't dare try anything. If they did, they would have me to deal with.
I practiced my best death glare in the mirror across from our table and kept it in readiness for any boy who asked Hazel to dance or offered to buy her a drink. The look said "If you treat my sister as anything less than a princess, I will send your soul to Tartarus."
The reflection glaring back at me was off of skinny, pale boy with messy dark hair and dark eyes with dark circles underneath them, wearing a black suit that was too large for him.

I adjusted my tie clip and cufflinks which featured the Di Angelo family skull.

Hazel insisted that I dance the Lindy Hop with her since she said that I was the best Lindy Hop dancer in all of New York. When she pouted and said "please," I couldn't say no to her. I brought her upstairs to her apartment at 10:30, so I promised Marie I would have her home before eleven and this would give me plenty of time to get to Chez Tiresias.

Silena P.O.V
"Silena..." Charlie called to me as he walked through the front door of our apartment. He sniffed around the kitchen. "Something smells good."
"You're just in time," I replied, "Dinner's almost ready. I made your favorite: steak and potatoes."
He rubbed his tummy and licked his lips.
"You're too good to me, Silena."
"You can thank me by setting the table."
This didn't take long, since there were only two of us, for now. He just had to spread out a tablecloth and set two places at either end. I served the food and we sat down to eat.
"I have some good news," Charlie said over dinner, "Old Man Valdez asked me to go into business with him."
"Oh Charlie, that's wonderful," I answered.
"Beckendorf and Valdez, it has a nice ring to it."
"I have some wonderful news of my own. I went to the doctor's this morning and he told me that I'm pregnant."
Charlie got out of his seat and walked over to me. He kissed me on the forehead.
"That is wonderful news, Selina."

I went to Daddy's shop that afternoon and bought a box of chocolates for dessert. After dinner, Charlie and I tuned into a radio drama we both liked and lounged on the sofa, feeding each other truffles.
"We'll name the baby after me," Charlie said, "Charles Beckendorf Jr."
"What if it's a girl?" I replied.
"Then we'll call her Charlotte, Charlotte Silena. Charlie for short."
"I was thinking of naming the baby after my father. Gene for a boy or Jean for a girl."
"Charles Gene or Charlotte Jean then."
"Perfect!"
I rested my head on Charlie's broad shoulder and thought that I was the luckiest girl in the world.

Percy P.O.V
As Leo drove Festus towards the Canadian border, my mind drifted back to something that happened earlier that day.
Before we left, I went to the Marinos Deli to get dinner. Triton Marinos was standing the counter, glaring at me.
"What do you want, Percy?" he said.
"Well for starters, I'll have the moussaka and stuffed grape leaves with tzatziki sauce."

Triton sulked over to the kitchen to tell his mother my order.
"Amphitrite isn't going to come out and say hello to me."
"No, she isn't."
"That's rude. Why?"
"Your whore mother never told you why?"
I almost punched Triton's smug face but then he walked in.
"Triton, leave your brother alone," Poseidon Marinos, my father, said in his deep, booming voice which sounded like storm waves crashing on rocks.
"He's not my brother!" Triton grumbled.
"He's my son, therefore he's your brother and I won't have the two of you fighting. The Marinos family needs to stick together."
Amphitrite always hated me because her husband cheated on her with my mother. I was a constant reminder that he betrayed her. In my mother's defense, she didn't know he was already married and she broke things off with him when she found out. My mother would never steal another woman's husband. Triton always hated me because he suspected that our father liked me best and was going to make me heir-apparent to the Marinos family.
My father went into the kitchen to speak with his wife. They spoke in Greek and I had picked up enough Greek over the years to understand what they were saying.
"You know I don't like that woman's son coming here," Amphitrite complained.
"He's my son, Amphitrite," Father tried to explain.
"No one ever lets me forget it."
I felt bad for Amphitrite, having to live with the fact that her husband loved another woman. She was just as much of a victim as my mother, who had fallen in love with a man and conceived his child, only to find out that he was already married. As much as I loved my father, I could never forgive him for what he did to Amphitrite and my mother. I swore that I would never treat Annabeth like this.
"Percy?" Jason nudged me in the shoulder. I had begun to nod off.
"I'm awake," I insisted.
We had come to the Canadian border. Leo and Frank were speaking with a customs officer, who was shining a flashlight inside the car. It's glare glinted on my tie clip and cufflinks which featured the Marinos dolphin; a gift from my father.

"You're a Marinos man," he said, "You should wear these."
Since everything was in order, the customs officer let us pass.
"No matter how many times I do this," Frank said, "It makes my teeth chatter each time."
"We should start bringing Piper with us," Leo added, "That girl could talk her way out of Tartarus."
Driving into Canada, that was the easy part. Getting back over the border with a car filled with illegal booze was much harder.

Thalia P. O. V
Growing up, I watched what Zeus Conroy (I couldn't bear to call that bastard my father) did to my mother, using and abandoning her and turning her into a drunken mess and leaving my brother Jason and I to pretty much raise ourselves. I swore I would never let a man do the same to me.
Luke called me that evening and asked if I could come down to Montauk and have dinner with him and Annabeth on the Princess Andromeda, his family's yacht. Getting down to Montauk with only a few hours notice was a bit much to ask but I could deny Luke Castellan nothing. My promise that I would never let a man walk all over me was completely thrown out the window.
My short bob was worn slicked back and I put on a white dress shirt and pants, a bow tie, and a black suit jacket.

A/N The 1920s was the first decade where we see women wearing pants. In the late Victorian Era, we had bicycling and athletic outfits with bloomers and in the Edwardian Era, we had formal and fancy dress outfits featuring eastern style harem pants but the 1920s, women started wearing men's style pants and suits. It was a big era for gender bend fashion and I think a 1920s Thalia would dress like this.
Luke picked me up at the train station and the first thing I noticed was that he looked liked hell. Luke was a good looking guy, handsome enough to rival Douglas Fairbanks and Gary Cooper, but that night his face looked pale and he had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a while. He seemed nervous and on edge.
"Are you feeling alright," I asked him.
"I'm fine, Thalia," he answered irritably.
We picked Annabeth up at the Parthenon. She looked radiant in a silver beaded evening dress and Juliet cap.

Annabeth gave me a big hug and kissed Luke on the cheek.
"I'm so happy to see the two of you," she said.
The three of us had been pretty much inseparable since we were kids. I love them like family, perhaps a bit more in Luke's case.
He drove us to the docks where the Princess Andromeda was moored. The Princess Andromeda was an elegant white ship which took us on a cruise around the Long Island Peninsula.

On the first deck of the ship were cocktails and hors-d'oeuvres. There was more food than was needed for three people. Luke didn't eat anything (perhaps he was saving room for dinner) but Annabeth and I more than picked up his slack; the foie gras canapés were to die for. The three of us must have drunk enough champagne and gin cocktails to float the Princess Andromeda.
It was almost like old times. Annabeth and I caught up, reminisced about old times and exchanged stupid jokes with each other, laughing like idiots. Champagne will do this to you.
"The old pine tree in our yard got sick this year," Annabeth said to me, "So we had to cut it down. Remember the time you fell from it and caused a shower of pine cones."
No one would ever let me forget. This incident earned me the nickname "Pine Cone Head."
Later on in the evening, we went up to the top deck of the ship, where a table was set for dinner. We were served roast beef with Franconia potatoes and chicken à la king, which were excellent. Luke just picked at his food. The poor guy seemed distracted and anxious like he'd drank a gallon of coffee. Annabeth had also noticed something was wrong but like me, she said nothing.
"Thalia," she said, "It'll be late when we get back to Montauk. Why do you stay the night at the Parthenon?"
"That'll be fine," I answered, "I could take an early train back to New York in the morning."
Luke drove us back to Annabeth's family home. The headlights from passing cars lit up Luke's face and were reflected in his beautiful eyes which looked watery, their pupils dilated.
"Luke, is something wrong?" I asked him, "You look like a ghost and have been strangely all night."
"I said I'm fine!" He snapped.
His car parked in the driveway of the Parthenon and we bid him goodnight as we walked up to the house. His eyes lingered on us until we disappeared out of sight.

A/N  bigshmiles
What do you think is up with Luke? Will Percy and the gang avoid getting caught? Why do you think Nico is meeting up with Will?