Whenever Oliver got drunk, whether it was in celebration of victory or mourning his defeat, Percy would raise his glass in solidarity, but never drank to excess like Oliver. Percy felt it was his responsibility to stay sober enough to make sure Oliver didn't do anything outrageously stupid and to make sure he got home alright. From the corner of his mouth, Percy smirked. "Maybe while we're here," he teased. "But I can't promise you anything. I have a lot a responsibility as Project Manager in charge of Planning for the village!"
Really, his responsibilities weren't all that large, but his ego, in need for self-esteem, inflated the position to something greater than it actually was. His perception was reflected in the proud tone of voice he used.
It can't be worse... Percy winced. "Uhhhh... wellll.. most of the village lies in rubble and many of the inhabitants are living communally in the vaults of the bank, which happened to escape both the earthquake and monster attack. There is a crew helping to clear out the rubble now. Practically speaking, we're rebuilding the village from scratch.
"Besides that? I'm doing well. At the moment, the village isn't comfortable, but I have my health and my family are alive and well. And I thoroughly enjoy my current position, which is much more suited for my qualifications than the job Fred and George assigned me when I first arrived."