A/N: I read House of Hades and I just felt so bad for Nico! So I just thought of this idea and figured why the heck not write it. The romance kind of doesn't occur until maybe chapter five or six. Should I continue?
He sat down at the bar, tugging his tie loose. What in Hades' name had ever convinced him that this would be a good idea? Shit.
"Gin," he rasped at the bartender and handed him his I.D. "Start a tab." He needed to get drunk and forget this day.
The bartender handed him back his I.D. and a glass of gin, shooting him a sympathetic look. He drained the gin in one breath. A shudder worked its way through his spine, but he ignored it and set down the glass for more.
Percy had looked so… so happy when Annabeth had walked down the aisle. His eyes had practically glowed with happiness.
They had deserved this, after all they had endured. But it hurt him to see Percy looking so damned happy at someone else, so damned oblivious to his suffering, although he would have died if Percy had noticed his feelings. Only Jason knew. He'd received some sympathetic looks from the son of Jupiter.
He finished his third glass of gin and embraced the effects. Slowed thinking, loss of motor control. Dangerous for a demigod. Stupid. But he had to forget. It was burning up inside of him, the jealousy and the hate. And he just didn't care.
Nico woke up with a blinding headache and didn't even bother to open his eyes. The faint light that shone in the room already hurt. Vague memories of last night filtered through his head. A smile and a laugh.
A girl! He'd… gone with her…. His eyes flashed open and he sat up, ignoring the pulsating pain. There was nobody in the room besides him. There had been a girl. Nico was sure of that. He glanced down at the bed beside him and saw a small white piece of paper. Slowly, cautiously he grabbed the note and unfolded it.
Thank you, he read. Nico fell back down and shut his eyes. Thank you.