Mugs and Mustaches
Pairing: Reyna/Annabeth, Reynabeth
Summary: Reyna's a dork and Annabeth finds it all too amusing.
A.N: HAPPY REYNABETH WEEK! This is a very short piece based on a comic that I saw on tumblr. I'm not actually sure that I can link you on this site, but I can tell you that it was drawn by the user mootiness and that it's more hilarious than this is you should check her out.
Annabeth tapped her fingers against the surface of the red, circular high table in the coffee shop in new room. Her chair was padded, and due to her height, her feet almost touched the floor despite how tall the chairs were. Reyna, Annabeth's girlfriend, was sipping hot chocolate from a deep purple mug. Annabeth looked closer, and saw that the mug had the words "No. 1 Praetor" printed on it. She bit her lip in a attempt to suppress her chuckle, but it still bubbled through.
The praetor set her mug back on the table and smiled. Annabeth noticed that the girl had a large, brown, milk mustache obstructing her upper lip. Annabeth let out a deep, hearty laugh, unable to contain herself with the sight of the mug combined with the mustache. Reyna raised her eyebrow skeptically in response and in response, Annabeth laughed even louder.
"Milk mustache," she was able to force out between chortles and Reyna turned scarlet. She grabbed a napkin, presumably to wipe the unwelcome addition off of her face, but Annabeth pushed it onto the table.
"I'll take care of it," she said, humor tinting her tone. She kissed Reyna full on the lips and moved slightly higher, onto her upper lips. She broke the kiss, laughing all the way.
"It's gone?" Reyna asked.
Her upper lip was clean, save scattered bits of chocolate.
"Perfectly clean," Annabeth said with an impish grin. Her smile must have given her away, though, because Reyna got up.
As she walked away she said, "I'm going to the bathroom to look in the mirror. She won't lie to me. Unlike you." But Reyna's tone was amused with feigned irritation. Annabeth laughed and laughed once again as her girlfriend walked away, her black braid bouncing behind her.
