AN: OK, let's do this.
Time: Next Day
"I'm really sorry, you know," Percy repeated for the fifth time that night. He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, making Athena and Calypso smile at his awkwardness.
Athena moved forward, his tie held in her slender hands. With deft, nimble fingers she tied the black strip of cloth properly around his neck, patting his black coat down, and adjusting his golden chain and timepiece. Snow hissed beside them on the table. She held a brush in her tail, and was self-consciously polishing her scales, taking extra care to properly go over her head and make the golden diamond on her forehead shine.
"Whatever is this?" Percy tore his eyes away from his conceited partner, to see Athena fumbling with his timepiece. She held the small circular metal piece in her hand, weighing it slightly. She ran her soft finger over the various knobs and buttons on the sides of the metal, and clicked it open. The gold cover flipped open to reveal a picture of the four of them smiling happily on the inside. The watch was unlike anything Athena had ever seen, which was saying something. It had fourteen hands, all of different shapes and styles. Some hands were rubbery, and flopped around like alive worms, while another hand pointed at random points, not following any semblance of order. The hands also did not seem to follow any pattern, each was different from the other. Along the edges of the watch, in small writing, something was scribbled, cramped in the small space.
As Athena tried to make head and tail of his 'timepiece', Percy looked up over the blonde's head. She was standing in front of him, between himself and the mirror, and her head barely reached her chest. Percy looked at his reflection in the mirror, then his eyes wandered over to Calypso's reflection. She caught his eye in the mirror, and winked.
She was in the middle of dressing up, clad only in her underwear. With an evil smirk on her face, she shook her chest, making her bra covered boobs jiggle enticingly from side to side. Percy immediately broke eye contact, following the movement of the flesh on her chest with his eyes, like a snake controlled by the snake charmer.
Calypso smiled lovingly at him, and with another wink, she picked up her white dress, and disappeared from the room, leaving Percy and Athena alone.
The black-haired Titan cleared his throat uncomfortably, making Athena blush. With a meek sorry, she closed the golden timepiece, and dropped it back in his waist pocket. She straightened his golden chain again, patting down his coat. Really, it was just an excuse for her to feel his muscular chest straining against the tight fabric.
Percy repeated his earlier statement, finally picking up Snow. The snake hissed indignantly, before curling around Percy's neck to check her looks in the mirror for herself. "I'm really sorry."
Athena laughed, wrapping her arms around him in a hug, sighing when she felt herself being hugged back in return. "Don't worry, Artemis is just being childish about it. Both of us knew that you wouldn't take us to the ball. Enjoy the night with Calypso." She smiled genuinely, kissing his cheek. "I'll see to Artemis." Saying so, she disappeared out of the door, presumably to go to Artemis' room, where she had locked herself in.
Percy rubbed the back of his head confused, before muttering. "Women are so tough to understand sometimes." Absentmindedly, he scratched Snow's scales, making the white snake hiss with pleasure, and nuzzle against him.
Percy walked out of the room, running down the stairs to the living room. He crossed the room, his black boots clip-clopping against the floor. Once he entered the dining room, his breath was taken away.
Calypso stood at the glass door, looking outside with a small smile on her face. Her hands were clasped behind her back, and her skin was glowing as it reflected the moonlight. Her face seemed to be made of ivory, and her caramel hair was done in an elaborate braid, and thrown over her shoulder in her signature style. She was clad in a flowing white dress that perfectly contrasted his black suit. The soft fabric seemed to gold in the moonlight, making her look like the Titaness that she was. Her small, soft, pouty pink lips were curled up in a small smile that formed cute dimples on her cheeks. Her amber, almond-shaped eyes twinkled merrily in the moonlight.
Seeing Percy's reflection on the glass door, she turned, smiling brightly up at him. Before he knew what he was doing, Percy had wrapped her in a bear hug, protectively clutching the delicate female specimen in his chest. He could feel her smile in his chest, before pulling away from the hug. "What's got you so happy?"
"I talked with Artemis." She replied merrily.
"What about?"
Calypso blushed, smiling shyly up at him. "Girl stuff."
"Oh." For some reason, Percy did not believe her, but did not push her. She would not hide any secrets. He smiled again at her, the previous distrust already forgotten. "Ready to go?"
"Yup." Calypso answered, popping the 'p'. She clutched Percy's arm, holding on to it as her life depended on it, burrowing into her lover's side.
Percy smiled down at her, gently pressing his lips to her smooth forehead as he flashed the two of them away.
They appeared in front of two Cyclopes, who bowed immediately once the glow had died down and they recognised the newcomers. Percy's face had already moulded back into the cold, Commander mask. "Rise." He spoke firmly, and without waiting for the two to respond, he had passed them to enter the throne room, which had been changed into the party room for the night. Calypso on his arm, Percy moved to meet the formalities before he could enjoy himself for real.
The throne room could not be recognized, all the various pictures of demigods, titans and their achievements had been removed along with the thrones. The only thing that remained unchanged was Hestia's hearth, in front of which a few toddlers played amongst themselves, in the warmth from the benevolent hearth. The golden and silver chandelier glinted on the ceiling, with no visible light sources in sight. Diamonds glinted on the massive structure, reflecting the rainbow coloured light in all directions. Several tables were arranged off to the side, with all varieties of dishes and drinks arranged.
The guests themselves were of a most curious sort. All sorts of people mingled with all others, a few flirted blatantly, openly grinding on their partners or shamelessly hitting on females. A few others looked around disdainfully, as if all the others were beneath their notice. A few warmongers were trying to stir up trouble, others were already drinking and gorging themselves on the food. A few others were trying to eavesdrop on every conversation in hopes of getting some juicy gossip. Nymphs and satyrs, dressed as waiters, were weaving in and out of the assembled crowds, their arms piled high with plates of food, and trays of goblets.
Percy steered clear of everybody, going to greet Kronos. The King of the Titans was chatting amicably with Hestia, Rhea and Hades chatting just beside them. All of them had goblets of wine, while Hestia had a simple glass of fruit punch. She sipped from the glass contentedly every now and then.
"Lord Kronos, Lady Rhea." Percy greeted politely, bowing to them, and kissing the queen's knuckles. "You look beautiful as always, my lady."
Rhea smiled motherly at the fallen god, while Kronos waved away his politeness. "Come on, Percy, my boy, I owe a lot to you. Without you, we would never have been standing here in the first place. Thank you, brother." Saying thus, he gave him a manly hug, reciprocated by the god. Hades and Percy greeted each other with a similar hug, while Calypso was chatting with Hestia and Rhea. "How are you, Uncle?"
Hades laughed, throwing his head back. "You call my father as brother, yet you call me uncle." Kronos joined in on the laughter, and the three were laughing as they shared jokes.
Percy greeted Hestia with a hug after a few minutes of catching up with the two. "Hestia, how are you?"
Hestia flashed him a bright smile, looking up at the tall Titan in her nine-year-old body. "I'm extremely happy right now, Percy, thank you!" She replied cheerily. "My family is finally united, and I love attending to am the demigods at Camp Othrys. Although it could be better; if some people..." she glanced briefly at the brawling warmongers towards the side, "controlled themselves, but then again, everything couldn't be perfect, right?" She fell silent.
Percy moved to comfort her, but Calypso was there before him, and soon again, Hestia was laughing and smiling in no time. After a few minutes with her, too, Calypso was pulled away by an old friend. Percy and Hestia fell silent without her jubilant presence, but they enjoyed each other's company, hugging each other.
"You are the first caring figure I had in my life, thank you, Hestia. Nothing will be great enough to repay the debt I owe you." He spoke, watching the nine-year-old playing with Snow without a care in the world. Hestia stopped, smiling up at him. Percy continued. "If you are ever in need, you just need to call..." his voice broke, "I'll be there. My sword will always be yours, Hestia." He spoke honestly, feeling his eyes watering.
The hearth goddess grew up to her thirty-year-old form, hugging Percy tightly, and wiping his tears with her handkerchief. "What are you crying for, silly boy?" She admonished playfully, placing Snow on his shoulders. The snake, immediately recognising her master's anguish, curled around comfortingly on his neck. Percy sniffed, before smiling. "Thank you, Hestia. You were always there for me."
"Percy..." Hestia spoke in a serious tone, "you were always like this." She smiled fondly at him, "You have Calypso now. She loves you with her life. Try not to hurt her."
Percy nodded, hugging her for one last time, before he turned in search of Apollo and Iapetus. Not being able to spot the silver-haired Titan anywhere, Percy sighed, moving to the place where he knew Apollo was.
And lo and behold, Apollo was there, flirting with a nymph. He shooed her away, standing behind him, and the nymph nodded once and scurried away. Apollo turned with an angry look on his face. "That nymph is mine, you hear- Oh, hello, Percy. How is Artemis?"
Percy sweatdropped at his sudden change in tone, before collecting himself. "Athena is great. Artemis is fine...I guess."
Apollo's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean 'I guess'?" He asked threateningly.
"Artemis locked herself in her room today when I told her that only Calypso could come today with me."
"And why couldn't she come?"
In response, Percy waved his hand at the various Titans hitting on helpless girls. "Do you think that she could handle this without her powers?" He asked. When Apollo remained silent, he continued, "Do you want to help the girls?" He paused, before laughing.
"What happened?" Apollo asked, before blushing as the meaning came to him.
Calypso finally caught up with them, immediately attaching herself to Percy's side. "Hello, Percy." She said innocently, batting her long eyelashes at him, and looking through wide innocent doe eyes.
Percy growled, feeling the beast in his loins stir. "Everything was going great till you came in, you minx." He spoke playfully, making Calypso laugh as she pecked his lips.
"I missed you, Percy." Seeing his raised eyebrow, she added, "even if it was for five minutes." She hugged him, burying her face in his chest. "I hate not being able to see you."
Apollo coughed uncomfortably, making the couple turn to look at him questioningly. "Umm..." he cleared his throat uncomfortably, "I'll just leave you two alone."
He disappeared in the crowd, no doubt to hit on another girl, making the two laugh.
The crowd cleared to reveal the nine muses, who began to play some formal, slow and romantic music. The room darkened, only the muses being lit up in the spotlight.
Percy bowed mockingly. "Will you give me this dance, my lady?" He asked, making Calypso giggle as she offered him her hand. Percy grasped her hand, pulling her into his chest, as the couple began to sway slowly to the tune. The spotlight shifted onto them, the crowd parting as the strongest warrior on Othrys danced with his lover.
Eventually, the room darkened once again, as more couples took the dance floor. Percy and Calypso could not see any on else, everything was dark. They were lost in their thoughts, each circling around the other. Percy wondered about Calypso's beauty, and the Titaness wondered about how much she would like to kiss Percy right then. Their eyes glowed in the darkness, reflected in the other's eyes. The music flooded their hearing senses, and they could not hear anything. As they danced, their heads tilted closer, until their lips were almost brushing each other.
Percy was the first to close the gap, pressing his lips gently to Calypso's soft ones. She reciprocated, pushing closer to Percy, their lips moulded together as they moved in sync with each other.
The moment was ruined, of course, by Percy. His hands had steadily wandered from Calypso's waist, with a mind of their own, and had begun exploring her body as usual. Calypso squealed into their kiss when Percy squeezed her ass, running his fingers along her asshole, and lightly pressing and exploring, despite the fabric separating them.
She pushed him away, making him stumble, and Snow to hiss indignantly. "Stupid, horny, pervert!" She hissed angrily at him.
Percy pouted. "Then, if you won't let me do that while dancing..."
Calypso's eyes widened at his implication. "You can't."
Percy smirked at her. "Oh, yes, I can and I will."
Saying thus, and before she could stop him, Percy had made his way to the nine muses, pushing and elbowing his way through the thick crowd. A whispered conversation later, Percy resumed his place at Calypso's side, looking much happier. "You did it, didn't you?" It was more of a statement.
"Yup," Percy replied happily, and soon enough, the music changed, much to everyone's surprise, and Percy's delight.
Calypso groaned as she watched the Titan headbang beside her without shame. "You know how I hate metal."
Percy winked at her. "It is an acquired taste."
Several songs later, Percy and the rest of the guests were tired from all the headbanging.
So, they decided to do something less taxing, and much more boring. Namely, listening to Kronos' speech.
Barely a few lines in, Percy felt his eyes drooping in sleep. He was saved by Apollo. "Drinking competition?" The blonde-haired god asked, Perses at his side.
Percy nodded fervently, and after informing Calypso, disappeared towards the barrels of alcohol.
Seeing the three make their way to the barrels together, everyone tore themselves away from Kronos' dull speech with glee at the prospect of a drinking competition. They crowded around the three eagerly, with Calypso getting a front place. After some time, Kronos, too, seemed to realise that all his audience had disappeared, and with a reluctant sigh, he too, had joined the audience watching the competition.
Percy was ready, he had handed Snow and his coat to Calypso. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his muscled forearms, and his tie had been unceremoniously shoved into his pocket. His top shirt button was undone, so that he did not have any restrictions.
"Two hundred drachmae each to the winner," Kronos announced, met with cheers from the ground. The contestants nodded, and three sacks of jingling coins were deposited on the table.
A nymph came forward with three ivory drinking horns, inlaid with gold. "First one to drain five full horns wins."
Immediately, all three Titans dipped their ivory horns into the barrels, and lifted them, filled to the brim with glistening intoxicating fluid. The three downed three horns rapidly, chugging down the alcohol without so much as a grimace.
However, all the girls were concentrated on Percy. Even as he drank, his muscles tensed, his handsome face looking confident and determined as he dipped the horn back in, with a rapidly darkening look in his sea-green eyes, courtesy of the Othrygian level alcohol. His Adam's apple bobbed as the tendons in his neck stood out, straining as he chugged, the fluid dribbling down his chin and neck to dampen a bit of his shirt, making it stick to his broad, muscular chest. His light, oh-so-sexy stubble glistened.
It was not helped by the crowd, who were cheering them on.
Calypso had draped Percy's coat over her shoulders, the large article of clothing helping to protect her from the prying eyes of other men. Snow, who was curled around her neck, though, actually helped protect her from the overeager males who had approached her, seeing as her boyfriend was in a drinking contest.
It was during such a time that Aphrodite approached her with a goblet of wine in her delicate hand.
Calypso groaned. It was too good to be true- the fact that they had been left alone by Aphrodite.
Hearing her groan, the Titaness of love huffed. "If you don't want me, I'll leave-"
"Then please do so."
Ignoring her, Aphrodite continued, "I know what you are planning tonight. Getting Percy drunk and doing... things... he would not pardon you like he pardoned Artemis all those years ago. You are playing dice with his emotions."
She had Calypso questioning herself. Did Percy not want this? He had already proved that he still loved Artemis and Athena, what with all the hugs, kisses, and goofiness. She was just taking it a step forward... it would be okay, right?
Aphrodite seemed to be able to follow her train of thought. "Do whatever you want to do, if you hurt him, all the better for me." With a wink, she turned and left, followed by the eyes of most of the males in the room.
"Perseus wins!" Kronos announced, making Calypso turn just in time to see Percy dissolve into a giggling fit like an eight-year-old girl as Perses stumbled, before throwing up inside the barrel of rum. Apollo we already passed out on the floor.
She grimaced in disgust as Perses'... umm, stomach contents... floated up in the barrel, mixing with the alcohol, and generally being an absolute eyesore which made her sick. The smell did not help matters in any way.
Kronos mirrored her expression od disgust, snapping his fingers to clean everything up.
Calypso scooped up the six hundred drachmae that Percy rightfully earned, and grabbed the Titan, who was currently thinking that he was the Titanic, steering him to the bar.
He was currently in his childish stage, but what Calypso wanted was the next stage.
He would need to drink some more for her plan to go without a hitch.
AN: Next chapter... Percy pops Athena's cherry.Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)