Hi! Sally and Poseidon were definitely fun and goofy to write, and since you guys like them so much maybe I'll try weaseling some more in. BUT I don't know when the next slot with time to open my laptop AND wifi will be- so until then enjoy this chapter. Thank you for reading ten of these little blurbs, it's very appreciated.

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Dedication: Thanks M for being super duper game for 'hey guess what would be cute for X and Y's honeymoon' type texts at ass-o'clock in the morning.

10. Wedding Crashers: "i was deliberately not invited to this wedding so im crashing it anyways, even if that means the angry hot maid of honor is going to murder me"

Travis was doing an excellent job of cowering under the table. He wished that Percy and Annabeth would have invested in longer tablecloths to make said cowering easier, but he was crashing their wedding so he couldn't be too picky, now could he?

He was hugging a bottle of vodka he'd managed to swipe from the bartender while Connor was making a distraction, and was trying to figure out how to get up when the tablecloth was pulled up.

Katie Gardner in a soft grey dress peered down at him. Her hair had been done up all nicely by children of Aphrodite and she wore a sand dollar on a string around her neck.

"Fancy seeing you here, Stoll," she said. "Especially considering I don't recall seeing you on the guest list."

"Hey, Katie," Travis said. "Wow, look at you… here…"

"Yeah," Katie said happily. "I'm a bridesmaid. You, on the other hand, have been banned from all weddings by Hera since you tipped the punchbowl on a flower girl at Jason and Piper's reception while attempting to spike it. On a totally unrelated note, you do know that the entire Greco-Roman pantheon invited themselves to this wedding, right?"

"Yeah, which is why it's really important for you not to say anything," Travis said. "I mean, come on. Remember all the good times we had back at camp when we were kids? Those were the good old days."

"Actually not really," Katie said. "You always vandalised my cabin and picked on my little kids and-"

"I did not pick on no little kids!" Travis cried.

"Yeah you did," Katie said. "And even if you didn't think you were, when you're seven years old, living in a big, scary camp with weapons and children of Ares everywhere and someone plays a joke to make fun of you, how do you think they feel?"

Travis chewed on his lip.

"And even if you didn't do that, you did steal my cabin's shower slots most of the time, hid our dining table on multiple occasions, flipped our canoes every time we were on the lake –which was not cool for the little kids-, pour salt over our flowerbeds, TPed my cabin -such a waste of paper-, inversed all the name plates on our bunks, messed up our recycling system, painted flowers all over our cabin and refused to wash them off because –and I quote- "you couldn't see the difference", hosted a hot-dog eating contest right in front of my mostly-vegan cabin…"

"Shit that's a lot," Travis muttered.

Katie nodded vigorously.

"Uh huh. You picked on my cabin because we cared so much. And that's cruel since caring is really the best thing about most of us."

"I know it is about you," Travis said.

Katie blushed furiously but she got herself back together rather quickly. "Don't try charming yourself out of this."

"Oh, I won't," Travis said. "I mean, when you talk about it… we sound awful. And I don't know if it's because I'm lonely and way too sober right now, but I really want to make it up to you."

"Maybe it's because you're actually a good person," Katie suggested. Then she shook her head. "Still. I think what's done is done."

"Can I at least give you a dance? One dance, and then you can drag me to Hera or Aphrodite or whatnot for judgement day." Travis asked. "The DJ just put on And I Love Her. I remember back at camp, you'd always ask the Apollo kids to put on Beatles music during parties."

"You remember that?" Katie asked.

"Yeah," Travis said.

"You're using me to get out of this little mess," Katie said. Travis put down the bottle of vodka and kicked it under the table.

"What if I swore I wasn't?"

Katie looked at him for a second and bit her lip.

"Fine," Katie said. "One dance. If you impress me, you may get more. And after that if I'm feeling not-too-sober and not-too-lonely myself, I may forget to mention this to the happy couple."

She held out her hand and Travis took it. She pulled him up, smiled, and ran to the dance floor leaving Travis to chase her.

Connor looked in on the wooden pavilion, all dressed up in strings of light for the wedding, at the people dancing, the dresses swishing around, the piles of shoes getting taller as the night of dancing went on… More specifically, he was watching Travis dancing with the bridesmaid, the bottle of vodka that Connor had faked an epileptic seizure for nowhere to be seen.

"Oh, Travis. If only you didn't think with your dick," he sighed.