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Percy is not actually allowed at the council meeting, and definitely not during the solstice, the only time Hades can visit, but he's here anyway.
Eating chocolate covered almonds and drinking what looks like a normal coffee but is really just espresso shots in a venti cup from Starbucks.
Percy, was not, however, drinking is suicide shake and eating his rat turds. He was staring so intently at Hades, that Apollo felt like he had to speak up.
"Love, what are you looking at?" Apollo asks.
"Hades looks just like Sebastian Stan." Percy replies, ignoring the way the conversation halts abruptly around him.
Athena stops her rant about paper clips and everyone turns to stare at Percy, who has taken to swinging his legs off the edge of Apollo's seat.
Hades glares. "I look like who?"
"He does!" Artemis exclaimed. "Like, almost identical!"
"I see it," Hera nods thoughtfully. "I think it's the hair. Very greasy looking."
"I have to disagree." Hesita says from the hearth. "It's the dark, edgy personality. It says 'fuck off' in the most polite way possible."
"Uh," Percy says. "I was thinking the voice, but I guess we're all right."
"Hades," Poseidon said, turning to face his older brother slowly. "Have you been...stalking my son? Who is this 'Sebastian Stan' character?"
Percy gasps.
Apollo gasps.
Zeus gasps.
Zeus is actually choking on laughter.
Artemis gasps.
Athena drops her paper clips.
Aphrodite faints.
Ares catches her.
Artemis smirks ever so slightly.
Poseidon frowns. "What did I say?"
Hers frowns at her brother. "You don't know who Sebastian Stan is?" She asks, unbelieving.
"No," Poseidon says. "Should I?"
Athena pulls up her PowerPoint slide on Sebastian Stan. She makes glasses appear on her face and pushes them up. "It is my time."
"I regret everything." Poseidon complained three and a half hours later. Percy hummed and turned to Apollo.
"Has anyone ever told you that you look like Ross Lynch?"
Apollo gasped.