DRABBLE WARNING

I'm just trying to get up to the bit I wanna write. Hope you guys don't mind :D

It didn't take them long to plan the basics for their wedding. Annabeth had already planned what custom dress she had wanted- shimmering sea green and sea blue silk with a skirt that flowed to the ground in soft, watery bundles. The bodice would be similar to a Greek toga, like her mother's statue in the Americans' replica of the Parthenon wore, but a pale blue, with an intricate, cream lace covering it. Amongst the lace would be little owls, in respect for Athena.

Annabeth threw a magazine at Percy, startling him. She giggled.

"You're horrible, Wise-girl." She dropped down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Percy was staring at the cover. "You want me to wear a tux?"

"That's up to you. Don't want you being uncomfortable on our wedding, Seaweed Brain." He shot her a cocky grin. "Besides, after we've picked your gear, we've got to pick the bridesmaids'."

"Oh yeah." Percy started to flick through the magazine. "Gonna need your help then."

"Something green or blue."

"You read my mind."

"What about that?" She paused, trying to imagine Percy wearing the coat with tails. "Actually, no."

There was a knock at the door.

"I got it." Percy said. Answering the door, he saw that it was only his sister. "You alright, Lou?"

"Yeah."

"You're bleeding." Louisa's fingers went to her cheek, where a gash ran diagonally across it.

"Oh yeah, forgot about that. It's just a scratch, bro." Percy let his sister in. "Hey, Annabeth."

"Lou-"

"It's a scratch." Louisa insisted.

"At least let me get you some nectar or something." Louisa sighed- there was no changing Annabeth's mind.

"Alright." Annabeth jumped up and went to the kitchen. Louisa walked over to the sofa and picked up Annabeth's fallen magazine. "Bro, you ain't actually gonna wear one of these, are ya?" Percy shrugged.

"Annabeth said she doesn't want me 'uncomfortable on our wedding'."

"Ya should get this one." Louisa turned the magazine towards him, grinning cheekily.

"I am not wearing a skirt."

"It ain't a skirt, it's a kilt."

"I'm not Scottish either."

"I think it'll suit ya. Oh, hello again, Annabeth." Annabeth smiled kindly, trading the glass of nectar for the wedding magazine. "Don't ya think that would suit Percy?" Louisa tapped her finger on the kilt picture. Annabeth giggled.

"Maybe."

"I'm not wearing it."

"I'll tell Dad."

"That's gonna work."

"It's the kilt or the frilly pink bridesmaid dress."

"Shut up, Lou."

"Ah, look, he's gone red." The women laughed. Percy turned and stalked into the bathroom. "Percy, don't wreck my bathroom!" Annabeth ran forward to see the toilet regurgitating water all over the floor. "Percy, ignore Lou-"

"Hey!"

"We'll work on this, just don't flood my apartment." The water flooded back to the toilet. Percy followed her out, a gleam of slight triumph in his eyes. Now all he had to do was get one back on Louisa.