A/N Hello and welcome to something, which a long with several other Nicocentric ideas has been bouncing around my head. This is just sort of a teaser, prologue. Average chapter word count will be much higher than this; I've already gotten the first few chapters started.
Takes place post HOO. Nico is approx. 19. Percy and Annabeth are approx. 22. (I believe my age difference is accurate to the books, please let me kno if you disagree!)
Thank you soo much for taking the time to read my work, I hope you enjoy it! Questions, comments, opinions, gushing flattery, and constructive criticisms are more than welcome!
~~Miette
**Disclaimer** PJO and HOO charecters and plots are borrowed with all due respect from Rick Riordan**
Nico di Angelo was screwed, and not in a positive or enjoyable manner. No, infact, that sort of screwing that he had been receiving in the last few weeks had to come to an end, immediately. He took a reflexive swig of the beer in his hands, his eyes never leaving the dark haired girl, dancing with a couple girlfriends a few feet away. Her skirt swirled around her knees as she moved, the cutoff neckline of her t-shirt slipped off her shoulders, and she appeared to have not a care in the world.
Marguerite Winslow was well aware of the attention she was receiving from Nico and relished it. She, unlike the older boy refused to dwell or mope about their potentially problematic situation. Tonight was a party and she was determined to celebrate. There were only so many times that Chiron allowed antics such as this, not that he was aware of quite how much trouble the demi-gods were getting up to. As such, Margie was already a few glasses of wine deep, had kicked off her sandals to feel the sand between her toes, and was laughing and dancing around the bonfire on the beach with her friends.
Tonight, the pair would deal with tonight. Tomorrow, they would have quite a storm to weather.
A/N Soo, that's it for now! Thanks for taking the time to read!
~~Miette
