A/N: Sigh. I know I haven't updated in a month, but I have no excuses, so come at me with pickaxes if you like. Surprisingly, I have no rambles, so on with the drabbles!

Marriage

'Goddammit, Annabeth, that hurts!'

'If you'd hold still it wouldn't!'

'The thing is going haywire cuz of the electricity coming off me!'

Annabeth attempted to regain control of the hair-straightening tongs, which were letting off sparks. 'Hold still, I just have one bit left - '

Annabeth cut herself off with a shriek as the tongs began to smoke and the smoke alarm went off, drenching both of them in water.

'Well, there goes my straightened hair!' Thalia said brightly as Annabeth scowled and bustled her into the next room.

Soon Thalia was dry (with the help of Annabeth's hair-dryer-with-the-force-of-a-leaf-blower) and decked out in her dress, in all its shimmery pale blue glory.

Annabeth clasped her hands together and beamed. 'Oh, Thalia, you look stunning!'

Thalia rolled her eyes. 'Yeah, well it's not my wedding, so you better go and get dressed.'

Annabeth practically squealed with excitement and hurried back into the dressing room. Thalia wandered out into the giant marquee that had been put up in Camp Half Blood in honor of Percy and Annabeth getting married. There were pale marble columns everywhere and there were tables made of sleek oak wood, courtesy of the wood nymphs. Thalia sat at one, nearly having heart failure when someone sat down next to her.

'They really did a good job here,' Nico commented, straightening his bow tie.

'Don't just do that,' Thalia grumbled, recovering from the shock. A grin pulled at the corners of her lips at the sight of Nico, all dressed up in a black and white tuxedo.

'You look rather dapper, di Angelo.'

'Why thank you, Grace. You look dapper too.'

'Dashing.'

'Charming.'

Their eyes met and they burst out laughing.

Once their chuckles had died down, Nico said, 'You're gonna have to dance with me, you know.'

Thalia raised an eyebrow. 'What makes you think that?' she scoffed. Of course, she had been planning to dance with Nico, but she liked to banter with him.

'Because, you're the maid of honor, and I'm the best man,' Nico pointed out.

Thalia couldn't hide a grin. 'Annabeth and Percy totally planned this, didn't they?'

'Totally.'

Pace

It was sort of tradition for Nico and Thalia to start a food fight the second Tuesday of every month. It was supposedly disrespectful to the gods, but they hadn't gotten any complaints thus far, so they just kept on going.

Until, that is, Chiron finally found out who had been starting all the famous food fights and told both Nico and Thalia that they would do extra chores to make up for it.

And, of course, Chiron would give them the most dreaded chore among the campers: cleaning Rachel's attic. The place was so messy that it oftentimes never got done in a whole day. Not even two. Being given that chore was like being sent to your deathbed. The campers even gathered round and gave farewells when you went off to the Big House.

Until, that is, something miraculous happened: Rachel announced that she only needed one pair of hands to help her out in the attic. The problem was, which one of them was to take the punishment?

They decided to set it the good old-fashioned way: a race. They were going start at that little strawberry bush that never grew any strawberries, and whoever was to reach the gnarled tree at the end first was the winner.

'Ready ... Set ... GO!'

Instantly both of them set off. It should've been a fairly smooth course, but thanks to Nico conjuring up walls of stone in front of Thalia and Thalia setting fire to the grass beneath Nico, it took much longer than it should have.

Finally, they both collapsed beneath the tree, gasping for breath between fits of laughter.

'I won!' Thalia declared.

'You did not!'

'I was so ahead of you!'

'You were a foot behind me!'

They continued their conversation, which was punctuated with sporadic bursts of giggles, until they were both too exhausted to carry on and just flopped back onto the grass, watching t

Nico turned his head to look at Thalia. 'We'll do it together.'

Thalia raised an eyebrow at him. 'Rachel said she only needed one pair of hands.'

'Then we'll each tie a hand behind our backs.'

Breeze

It was honestly just a platonic canoe ride. Completely friendly.

Maybe both of them didn't want it to be, but platonic it was.

Of course, Thalia's dad had other ideas.

When Thalia and Nico had rowed out halfway across the lake, the wind suddenly began to whip at their faces, causing Thalia's hair to smack her in the face.

'Guess I picked the wrong day to go canoeing,' Nico joked. His smile quickly disappeared when the wind began to whirl around them, smacking directly against the little boat.

'It's my dad!' Thalia shouted over the howling wind. 'He hates you!'

'Thanks!'

'No offence, I mean!'

Thalia was spared a sarcastic retort when the boat began to rock from side to side, dangerously close to tipping over.

'What do we do?' Thalia shrieked.

Nico was too busy trying to catch his jacket, which had torn off and begun to fly away. He jumped to his feet to try and grab at it, and the boat suddenly flipped, submerging both of them in the freezing water.

When they came back up, spluttering for air, Thalia screamed curses that would make a sailor blush at the sky.

When the sky was done rumbling warningly, she turned to Nico apologetically. 'Sorry,' she sighed. 'My dad can be a real pain sometimes.'

'Don't sweat it.' Nico gave a grin. 'Race you to the shore.'

'You're on!' Thalia dived underwater, Nico hot on her heels.

They still managed to have fun, splashing around and playing water-leapfrog.

Somewhere, high above them, Zeus was muttering threats to his gods-forsaken nephew.

Rating

Annabeth pushed her sunglasses up her head and considered it for a while. '6,' she decided.

'What? With a face like that, he's a 4. And a half. At most.'

'If you ignore the face, it's pretty much alright.'

'How can you ignore the face? It's right there!'

'Well, what about that one?'

'The one with the brown eyes?'

'Yeah.'

'Oh, hello. 8. 8 and a half, even.'

'Shame he's wearing those ridiculous swim trunks.'

'They look like they were snatched right out of Poseidon's closet!'

Both girls dissolved into fits of giggles as Nico padded over to them, nearly tripping when his feet sunk into the soft sand. 'What are you two doing?'

'Checking out guys,' Thalia said nonchalantly, flipping a page of her magazine and peeking over the top of it. 'Ooh, Annabeth, look! The one with the yellow surfboard.'

'We have a 9!'

'That we do!'

Nico looked affronted. 'Hello? Don't you have a boyfriend? Namely, me?'

'Hey, doesn't mean I'm blind,' Thalia scoffed.

Nico sighed. 'I give up,' he announced, beginning to build a poorly-crafted sand-castle.

'Aw, don't be sad,' Thalia teased. 'Hey, are you from Tennessee?'

'Um, no?'

'Cuz you're the only 10 I see!'

'Awful.'

'I know.'

Hosepipe

Thalia pushed her fringe off her face. 'I always get stuck washing the Big House,' she muttered, aiming the slippery hosepipe at a suspicious bright green stain that probably came from Chiron's party-mad cousins and their paintball guns.

'Yeah, well, I'm stuck with you,' Nico grumbled.

'You say that like I should be pleased.'

'Well, I'm sure I'm better company than Rachel, who keeps looking out of her window every two minutes and laughing.'

'Touché.'

Nico scrubbed furiously with a sponge that was about as spongy as Hades' heart. 'This blob of gods know what will not come off!'

'Looks like blood,' Thalia offered.

'Yeah, that reassured me a whole lot.'

'Just trying to help!'

'Then go back to washing your own side! For the love of Nyx, you might as well be away in your cabin having a cup of nectar!'

Thalia stuck her tongue out and splashed Nico with the hose. She was aiming for his face, but accidentally got some hair, and she instantly feared for her life. Nico never bothered brushing his hair (making it stick up in cute little tufts) and paid no attention to it generally, but if anyone so much as looked at it for too long, they better be fast runners.

Nico glared at her, before quickly turning the hose on her, dousing her lucky ripped Nirvana jeans.

Thalia shrieked. 'You did not just do that!' she cried. 'They can only be washed in warm water! Oh, you –'

Whatever insult she was going to throw at Nico was drowned out by the spray of water as they both started drenching every part of the other. Sometime along the course of their laughter, the water suddenly fizzled out with a squeak.

They both looked at the Big House, still splattered with food, grass stains and paintball blobs, then at each other, both sopping wet.

'Well,' Thalia said, 'at least you're cleaner than the house. That's more than can be said for you most days.'

Tattoo

'Stop, stop!'

'Nico, I haven't even touched you yet.'

Nico gulped. He was so pale that his freckles stood out. 'I'm kind of regretting this,' he said, as Thalia rolled up his sleeve.

'Oh, come on! It's only one of those stick-on tattoos that you get in gum! Besides, it's a tattoo of Spiderman!'

Nico sighed dramatically. 'Okay then,' he said. 'But only for Spiderman's sake.'

Thalia rolled her eyes and dabbed at Nico's arm with a wet lump of tissues.

'That's cold!' he whined.

'So is your soul. Now hold still, I'm gonna apply it.'

Nico said a prayer under his breath as Thalia pressed the flimsy piece of paper to his arm, pushing down on it firmly.

'Ow! Don't press so hard!'

'Be glad I'm not pressing this hard at your heart with a spear, okay?'

Nico sniffed and held still. Thalia pulled the paper off and smiled with triumph.

'Ta da! It's all done!'

Nico scrambled to take a look at his arm. 'Hey!' he cried. 'It's one of those cheap ones where only half the tattoo comes off! They only got Spiderman's legs!'

'Too bad, princess.'

'I demand a redo.'

'Oh, please. I am not sitting through your incessant whining. Get Percy to do it.'

'But Percy's not here!'

'Exactly.'

Trademark sucky ending? Check! So, as usual, I'd like to thank all the reviewers/favoriters/alerters for making my day/month/life. Aaaand as usual, if you could drop a review telling me what you liked/didn't like, or your favorite drabble, I would go out of my mind with delight. (Not to say that I'm not out of my mind already.)