The Wrecking Ball
Percy had to drag Xeris to his cabin.
She was light, but she couldn't really move. And she didn't want to go.
"Are you okay? You seem drunk," Percy inquired.
"No, I'm as sober as fricking hell! Of course I'm drunk you bastard! Your shitty father was trying to make me so drunk that I-"
And she repeats what Poseidon asked her to do.
"Eww. Yep, thanks dad for leaving such a good example."
Percy said.
"I know right! That idiotic pervert! I will not not be hard on him because he's your crappy papa. Your dad needs to be smacked up side his fricking head with his own fricking trident!" Xeris cursed.
"How did you meet him?" Percy asked.
"I got Thoephaned* damn it! Dioscuri was singing crappy love songs and I was getting really annoyed. I prayed to your deadbeat dad Poseidon and poof! The moron turns up out of nowhere and offers to get me out of that Helheim, for a price!" Xeris says.
"Why would he do that to his own niece?" Percy said.
"You know, you can be as thick as a brick once it comes to Greek mythology. Even BEFORE I found out that I was one of Zeus's many bastards, I knew a lot about this stuff.
"if gods respected blood ties, then they could ver fool around with demigods. Because of Zeus, I'm related to every Olympian on the block, in fact, every god. Because of barnacle butt, I'm your cousin. Because of Thunderhead, I'm the half sister to five other Olympian gods. I'm sure you get the drill by now." Xeris explains.
"So, you're a bigger myth geek than Nico? Nice." Percy thought.
"So why do the gods fear Eros?" Percy said.
"That's simple. HE'S THE FRICKING HIT MAN! The hitman is much more powerful than the boss. He can destroy your life with a single bullet. It's up to the hitman if he'll just kill the boss, kill you, and leave or do what he's told." Xeris said.
"Yep. You ARE a myth geek."
"So, on a scale from 1 to 10, how drunk are you?" Percy asks.
"Is seven bigger than nine?" Xeris asks.
"No," Percy answers.
"Nine and a half." Xeris said.
"So what do you do when you're drunk?" Percy inquired.
"You may have noticed I've been swearing more than Arion. Then I've also been talking a lot. And alcohol gives me pure hindsight so I could do whatever you want." Xeris replies.
"Kiss me?" Percy said.
He did not know where that came from.
"Dude, I can't even lift a finger! But well, if you insist, help me up," Xeris answers.
Percy helped her sit up on the bed. I shouldn't be doing this, should I? Percy thought.
Just do it! His heart replies.
Makes sense. The guy was wearing Nike shoes.
"I shouldn't be doing this, should I? But my thinking is kinda fuzzy, so,"
Xeris gives him a die hard, Eros's arrow worthy kiss.
Yep. That was weird.
But it gets weirder.
Xeris almost pulled away, but Percy brings her back.
"Baby please don't go." Percy sings.
So they stand up. Percy starts to furiously run his hands through her hair.
(Oh come on! Don't I get a break? Fine)
Percy never felt this good in his life. He almost got them to the wall when there's a knock on the door.
"Percy?" Annabeth called.
You'd think I'll say, "Percy finally gets back to his senses and stops making out with Xeris"?
Half credit dude.
Percy doesn't come back to his senses, but he DOES stop making out with Xeris. Mainly because SHE pushed him away.
"Are you sober enough to hide in the bathroom?" Percy whispered to Xeris.
"I guess?" Xeris replies.
"I'll talk to Annabeth while you stay there. And, by the way, Poseidon told me to ask you to wear this," Percy says and shows her the robe.
"Ugh. Fine." Xeris said.
"And Xeris?" Percy called.
"Anything else he wanted me to do?" Xeris asks exasperated.
"No. I just want to say, I –"
"Percy? Are you in there?" Annabeth calls again.
"I think I'll hide now," Xeris suggests, and goes to the bathroom.