[As much as many, many retail chains were monstrous in nature - quite literally being parts of a monster - there were some that offered a safer place for the wary and weary halfblood. Someplace that took drachma for a really large helping of Pan's cakes and was open after those terrible 3 am battles with hellhounds.
Being of a more divine origin, if you knew just how to turn the door handle to Denny's, the Dionny's logo would carefully rearrange itself, and the nymph at the counter would seat you with a properly greek menu and a sheet boasting of a rather robust wine selection.
Today though, when Annabeth stepped in to get a table... The place was packed. Men in soldier uniforms, generals and grunts alike, set out a long line for the first available table. Matadors and skydivers, firefighters and police officers... Even some old faced from Camp Half-Blood that couldn't possible BE here. ... people that it wouldn't seem like they would belong until--]
Look, Anthesteria Special is going all day. I'm sure you'll get a table before Choes-ing time.
[The nymph placated a rather nervous spirit objecting to one guy holding a table for HOURS...]
I'd like another diet Coke!
[Said rude spirit, with three empty plates and a number of glasses, and a pile of half finished paperwork by him... has a NOTABLY familiar voice.]
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Being of a more divine origin, if you knew just how to turn the door handle to Denny's, the Dionny's logo would carefully rearrange itself, and the nymph at the counter would seat you with a properly greek menu and a sheet boasting of a rather robust wine selection.
Today though, when Annabeth stepped in to get a table... The place was packed. Men in soldier uniforms, generals and grunts alike, set out a long line for the first available table. Matadors and skydivers, firefighters and police officers... Even some old faced from Camp Half-Blood that couldn't possible BE here. ... people that it wouldn't seem like they would belong until--]
Look, Anthesteria Special is going all day. I'm sure you'll get a table before Choes-ing time.
[The nymph placated a rather nervous spirit objecting to one guy holding a table for HOURS...]
I'd like another diet Coke!
[Said rude spirit, with three empty plates and a number of glasses, and a pile of half finished paperwork by him... has a NOTABLY familiar voice.]