Iestyn, Alan and Peitho, around 11
Iestyn was enthralled and also repelled by what was happening around him. He'd had one drink, but he didn't feel safe getting drunk around all these strangers (and who knew who else) so he'd switched to soda after that. He found them interesting, in the way of watching a play or movie, not wanting to get involved himself.
Alan was close beside him, talking in his ear about who people were, in between kisses. He held onto his hand for safety, glad they were out of the way of the action. Some people there, like the tall, muscular god Ares, were enjoying themselves loudly, while others, like the withdrawn Hades, seemed to be counting the minutes to leave.
It was fascinating, but people left the main room into the rest of the apartment, and there were odd noises filtering out from time to time. Some people didn't even make it that far. He'd seen a few naked bodies walking shamelessly through the throng.
Alan kept him safe, though. As long as Alan was there, kissing him behind his ear, he'd be okay.