Annabeth had said before that not in a million years would she caught clubbing. It was bad enough that she had stepped foot in the building with the flashing lights and pounding music, but to actually be on the dance floor and dancing? Goodness no, she could not be more ashamed.
She didn't have anything against clubs or bars, but she always imagined there were better ways to spend your time, like reading books… on people's lives, or making new friends… to manipulate, or even study other's behavior… to find the best ways to take them down.
And then he appeared. He walked through the doors and under the strobe lights with a blush on his cheeks, head ducked and coat collars pulled up high. He was grumbling something, his pink lips pursing and moving as he spoke to a short Latino guy who was bouncing up and down on his heels, talking at a rapid pace.
They moved closer and she moved closer to the guy who was wrapped around her and her pretty little fingers. She reached back and grabbed his neck, pulling him down to her. Tilting her head up, she whispered in his ear, "Be right back." The poor fool, so drunk he could hardly tell his left foot from his right as he kept tripping over nothing, nodded and drooled slightly as she blinked slowly, looking up at him seductively.
She walked away slowly, her arm dragging the length of his. Winking, she walked toward the mysterious jet black haired figure. Blinking blearily, she stumbled towards him, trying to act as drunk as possible. "Hi-hey there, cutie… cute…" The man shifted uncomfortably, "Uh, hu- hi, hello… there…" Ah, Perseus Jackson, ever the one with words, wasn't he. No, he actually wasn't. She'd checked so before going to the club.
"You look cute…" And she wasn't lying; for once. But she had to act drunk, or tipsy at least. "Really cute." He smirked slightly, which seemed completely in his nature to her, and said, now 'knowing' that he couldn't embarrass himself in front of a drunk lady, "Yeah, so are you."
"Smooth…" They both turned to see what Annabeth thought to be an elf leaning against the wall. They both blinked slowly as they stared at him. "Yeah, okay… I get it, I'll leave." Then he was gone.
The blonde fluffed her hair, purposely making it seem over-exaggerated but she knew it would still draw his attention. She made a show of crossing her arms under her chest, pushing up her breasts, again making it seem like she was trying to impress him in her wasted state, but she could see him trying, and failing, to avert his eyes.
Annabeth couldn't lie and say she didn't feel uncomfortable doing these kinds of things with Perseus, but she wasn't supposed to care. "Let's… let's get some drinks." He nodded, still entranced by her curves.
After they had both had a few drinks, Percy made a show of looking at somewhere other than her eyes, and then making contact with her's again. He grinned, "Out of all your beautiful curves," he looked at her chest again, "your smile is my favorite."
She laughed at his cheesy line, but felt flattered nonetheless. "Is that why you've been making such a scene in staring at my boobs all evening?" There was no hesitation in his voice when he said, "I was raised a gentleman and would never do such a demeaning thing as staring at inappropriate body parts. I was merely looking at your…" He cleared his throat, "you know, so I could tell you that line." He paused, leaning forward and pressing his forearms to his knees, "Did you like it?"
She pushed his face away, "It was cute… it was… whatever."
Then they had another round of drinks. And then another. And another…
"Hey… Perc… Percy, do you want to… get out of here?"
