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Aboard the Argo ll
"It's the Girl's Bathroom, Leo!
Girls could be cruel, Leo realized as he hung by his feet in an abandoned closet where no one could find him. It was dark, and painful. The prickly rope dug into his exposed ankles and wrists. Someday Annabeth was going to get it. It wasn't his fault he was here, either. He'd made a mistake, a costly one.
How was he supposed to know Annabeth was in the girl's bathroom when he opened the door to make some repair to the sink that Piper had complained about for Hazel? She'd just been washing her hands clean of the green monster slime that covered them from the sea serpent that had attacked them, but she'd chewed him out for not respecting personal space. Then she'd tied him up here.
He wiggled fruitlessly, just as the door swung open and he caught a glimpse of an upside down face and golden hair.
"I hope you've learned your lesson, Valdez," said Annabeth as she swung her knife and sliced through the rope, sending Leo headfirst into the hard wood floor. Rubbing his head, he sat up.
"Sure did, Annabeth."