A short Annabeth and Percy story, or that one in which Annabeth Chase is the daughter of a well-off businessman but is contented with her humble flower shop, and Percy Jackson is a tattoo artist with just too many inks down his arms and body, and a mop of raven hair with neon blue tips. Somehow, they've already been dating for nine months. Percy still could not believe.

"you can't get tattooed drunk, come back in the morning and if you still want my name on your ass we'll talk" AU

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and The Heroes of Olympus. Both belong to Rick Riordan.

The title is inspired by SAMAHTA's (feat. Melody Federer) Graffiti. Check the song out.

They have been dating for nine months.

Percy won't admit it, but he counts the days he's been with Annabeth – the Annabeth Chase.

Sometimes, he can't possibly believe that out of all the people in the world Annabeth chose him. He was only but a speck of dust to her world. He can't give her a better life than what she has, and yet, the grey-eyed lady continues to stay with him.

Whereas Percy looked like the evil mobster from a noir movie, Annabeth is the exact opposite.

Annabeth's laugh is contagious, like a pick-me-up that can brighten any foul mood. She talks calmly too, just as much as the sea lulls its voyagers. She has the brightest grey eyes Percy has ever seen, and in his opinion, the most beautiful too. She's kind, funny, smart, and all those other good things. She can't draw for the hell of it, but Percy makes up for her lack in that department. Percy thinks she's absolutely ethereal, even now that she's standing in front of him—red-faced and definitely miles away from being sober.

She had attended a friend's bachelorette's party, and had called him almost half an hour ago that she needed him to pick her up.

Percy didn't need to ask, or Annabeth didn't even need to say it. He knew she was drunk. He knows how much she's weak against alcoholic beverages. He once watched her drank two shot glasses of vodka, and that was already enough to make her a walking giggle fit.

"How many did you have?" He remembered asking her in his car, after he had strapped the seatbelt around her. Percy liked his motorbike, but he realized he might also need a car. The car isn't much, but it gets him to places, and he can pick Annabeth up without giving her a heart attack.

Annabeth, with her eyes closed, only hummed. Percy repeated the question slowly. She hummed again, but lolled her head, almost hitting it on the car's window.

Percy jumped, putting a hand on her head, and laughing a little. "Babe, how many did you drink?" He repeated again.

"One," She murmured, smiling sweetly at him, eyes still closed. It was so silly, but it warmed the pit of Percy's stomach.

"One," he repeated incredulously.

"Yes, one," she repeated, slurring a little. She opened her eyes to slits, and cupped Percy's cheeks in her hands. "One bot," she stopped, frowning a little. "Bow—no," she paused again. "How'd ju say heet?"

Percy was grinning now, although he could feel a headache coming as he was realizing what she was telling him. If he's right she's telling him, "One bottle?" He asked her.

"Exactlee," she patted his cheeks. A bright grin erupted on her face. "My bee-ef is so smart," she murmured again, before lolling her head to the side, and passing out.

Percy shook his head a little, and laughed. He leaned in to peck her on her forehead and drove to her house.

Well, it was the plan, not until five minutes on the road. "Let's go to your shop," he heard her murmur.

He threw her a quick glance. She's awake, but still looked a little over her sensible side.

"I'm going to take you home," he replied.

"Percy, pwease," she muttered again.

Percy snorted, yet complied. Annabeth Chase is decent and formal. She texts with complete words. She doesn't like it when Percy uses "ttyl" and not "talk to you later." They've been dating for nine months and counting, but Percy is still learning more about her. He wants to know her, forever.

And now that they're in his tattoo parlor, he thinks Annabeth Chase can just be the most wonderful human being. He'd kiss her right then and there, if she just wasn't too drunk. Besides, who knows what'll happen after that? Percy believes those things are supposed to be done sober. His tattoos and neon blue hair didn't mean he's trash.

"No, I won't do that," Percy told Annabeth. He had his arms crossed in front of him to look authoritative but the grin on his face was failing to make him look the part.

"Why ever not?" She asked him. She was tapping one foot on the ground, while her hands were on her hips. Her long golden princess curls were not as tamed during her good days. Her mascara was smudged down her eyes. She looked red, and about to just collapse from exhaustion. She didn't look her best, but Percy thought she's beautiful.

"Oh, amica mea," he only said, taking a step closer. Percy tucked her hair behind her ears, and added, "No, I won't do it."

She only frowned at him, obviously not amused that he's not doing her request.

Annabeth only stared at him for a while. Percy wanted to give in, really, but he just laughed.

"You can't get tattooed drunk, babe," he told her, holding in a laugh, trying to sound stern.

"But it's a nice idea," Annabeth protested.

Percy couldn't contain the laugh anymore. Annabeth only nudged him. When he's calmed down, Percy planted a kiss on her crown.

He pulled away slightly, and said, "I'll drive you home now, okay? You can come back in the morning. When you're fully rested, properly functioning and still want my name tattooed on your ass, then we'll talk."

"But," she was just about to protest. Percy, as much as he's enjoying seeing this side of her, picked her up and carried her in his arms—bridal style.

"Yeah, we'll talk tomorrow," he told her, smiling down at her.

"But it was such a good idea," Annabeth murmured again, as she nestled her head on his chest, eventually falling asleep.

Percy carried her back in his car, put on her seatbelt, and drove through the quiet night with a smile on his face.

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