(A/N I'm so sorry I haven't been updating… well anything recently. Here's a one-shot to try to make up for that.)
"Hey! Percy!" Rachel banged on the door of the Poseidon cabin. "Percy, open up!"
"Why?" Percy moaned, not moving from his bed.
"Um... Percy? You have a date tonight, remember?"
Percy swore and ran to the door, opening it. "Help me get ready?"
Rachel laughed at him. "Sure."
It was a disaster, naturally.
"This?" Percy held up a pair of jeans.
Rachel out her head in her hands. "No! Ugh!" She took a breath. "You're going to a fancy restaurant. Wear a suit."
"I don't have a suit."
"Okay, fine." Rachel was about to strangle her friend. "Just wear the jeans and hope Annabeth doesn't notice."
"Got it."
"And a nice shirt." She reminded.
Five minutes later, Percy was dressed semi-okay.
"Wait!" Rachel stopped him from leaving and pulled out her plastic, blue hairbrush, quickly fixing his hair.
"Are you ready?" Rachel asked.
"No," Percy was being even more hyperactive than usual. "Oh gods, I'm nervous. What if I forgot something important? I don't think I'll even be able to remember my own name."
"Okay... what's your name?"
Percy—" He started to say. Then he looked at the clock. "Gotta go!"
Rachel smiled to herself as her friend hurtled out the door. "What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?"