Busy week, I tell you what...Sunday--soccer games. Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday--soccer practice. Tuesdays and Thursdays--ref soccer.

Can you tell I like soccer?

Plus I only have a week of school left, so the teachers are loading the homework...and not to mention some finals...I haven't written anything in a long time. I wrote like a page yesterday of a different story and my hand started cramping. Pathetic.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO!

Drinks

The next day, Percy walked into the Swanson Architectural Company building with a grimace on his face. His father was by his side, a slight smile on his face. He knew his son was anything but happy right now. He knew Percy would rather be anywhere but here, and he was right. Percy didn't want to hang around the fiery, hot-headed, proud woman called his fiancée.

"So, did you tell Mom?" Percy asked.

Poseidon cleared his throat. "Uh, well…"

Percy sighed. "I'll take that as a 'no.'"

Just as Percy pressed the button to summon the elevator, he heard the front doors open, and he glanced over with dread. Annabeth was glaring fiercely at him as she stalked over to them, making sure to keep a good three feet between them. Once Percy saw the glare coming from her, he shivered, but cleared his throat to cover up his momentary fright.

"Morning," Percy mumbled.

Annabeth didn't say anything. She just nodded once and continued to glare at nothing. Finally, the elevator doors opened and the three stepped inside. Awkward silence fell upon them as soon as the doors closed.

"Got all that chocolate off, I see," Annabeth stated smugly.

Poseidon's eyes widened. "What?"

Percy's eyes narrowed. "Yes," he replied snarkily. "I did. All of it."

"Chocolate—oh…er, um…" Poseidon felt his face heat up. Maybe he didn't need his plan after all…

Annabeth realized what he meant and choked on her own spit. "No, no, no, no! It's not what it sounds like. I would never…I couldn't…that's just gross!" Annabeth sputtered.

Percy, finally catching on, blushed. "Yeah, dad. That's just…wrong."

"Finally we agree on something…" Annabeth muttered, and Percy couldn't help but smirk.

"I guess."

But the slight sentimental feeling was lost when the doors opened and they stepped into Mike's office.

"Good morning, Annabeth," he greeted, but she just "hmphed" and walked past him to the table where they were working.

"Gentlemen," Mike mumbled to Poseidon and Percy. The two just nodded and took a seat.

"Don't you dare sit by me otherwise I will punch you," Annabeth threatened Percy. Percy swallowed and swiftly sat down a chair away from her.

"Alright," Mike announced. "Let's get started. As you know, Poseidon wants to expand his building. However, if he wants to expand from the original building, we'll have to build over the sea because of the shore-side location. That might be too costly, though, on your part," he said to Poseidon.

"What are our other options?" Poseidon asked. "Can't we expand over land?"

"Can't," Annabeth spoke up. "When I looked over the area, it's either city buildings and roads or private property."

"She's right. The only other option is to have part of your company in another building."

Poseidon sighed while Percy asked, "And are there any buildings close to the company?"

"Yes, there are two available buildings. One of them is a little farther than the other, but it's easier to get to."

"I guess we'll just have to go with that," Poseidon amended. "It'll have to do."

Mike nodded. "Renovations will have to be done on it. It's quite an old building."

And so, the group got to work on redesigning the old building. There were a lot of changes to be made and it would cost Poseidon quite a bit of money, but he was still willing to go through with the expansion.

After working for a couple hours, they decided to stop and go out for lunch.

"I'm not going with him," Annabeth stated, crossing her arms. "All he does is stare at my ass. Besides, I'm meeting Thalia and Luke, so you guys go right ahead." She then stalked off outside and disappeared around the corner.

"Percy!" Poseidon gasped in horror. "I thought I raised you better than that!"

Percy rolled his eyes. "Dad, you barely raised me at all."

"I'm hurt! I was with you for six years!"

Percy sighed while Mike chuckled.

My dad's a kid…Percy thought glumly.

"Annabeth! Over here!" Thalia Grace—the future Mrs. Castellan—waved over Annabeth. She and Luke were sitting in a booth, waiting for her to come over.

Annabeth grinned and slid in chair opposite of the couple. "Hey guys!" she greeted.

"Hey, Annabeth," Luke said calmly with a smile.

"So how have things been?" Thalia asked. "We haven't heard from you in a while."

Annabeth sighed. "This last week has been horrible. You'll never believe what happened yesterday."

"What?"

"Well, Mike thought it would be fun to mess up my life."

"How?"

"This guy lost his company in a poker game against Mike—" Thalia snorted at this, "—and he made a deal with the guy to save his company and my dad's company."

"And what was the deal?"

"I have to marry his son."

Thalia's eyes widened and Luke just laughed. "It's not funny!" Annabeth whined. "The guy's a perverted jerk!"

"What's his name?" Thalia asked.

"Percy Jackson."

"Never heard of him."

"Well I hope you never have to meet him."

"Wow. You must really hate him. And you have to marry him?"

"Yup," Annabeth sighed miserably. The way she saw it, nothing she said was going to stop them from getting married.

She pursed her lips, but then something struck her.

Nothing she said would stop them from getting married…

Hmm…but what if she…

Annabeth suddenly gave a short chuckle, causing Thalia and Luke to raise a brow.

"What?" Thalia asked.

"Nothing I say will stop us from getting married…but what if I drove him crazy? Made him back out of the deal by being so annoying and crazy, that he just has to leave me?" Annabeth said, a grin on her face.

"You know…that might actually work…" Thalia said.

Annabeth smirked. "Oh it'll work. I'll make sure of that."

Thalia and Luke exchanged worried glances as Annabeth started to make a mental list of things she could do to drive her fiancé insane.

"I can't marry her, Dad," Percy said, biting into his sandwich. "We'll kill each other!"

Poseidon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, an act that didn't go unnoticed by Percy. "What?" Percy asked, staring at his dad.

"Well, I'm sorry, son, but it's too late to go back now."

Percy sighed and swallowed his food. "I figured that much."

"Umm…there's something else, too."

"What?" Percy snapped.

"Mike and I are going out for d-drinks tonight to celebrate, and we want you and A-Annabeth to come…?" he stuttered, his statement becoming a question.

Percy pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll come, but you know Annabeth won't."

"Correction: she won't come if she knows you're going to be there…"

"You mean lie?"

"Not lying…just not giving her all the information."

"And what do you plan on telling her when she asks if I'll be there?"

"Well…then I'll tell her, but then I'll threaten her job."

Percy shook his head. "You know you can only do that for so long before she finds out you and Mike are bluffing, right?"

Poseidon scoffed. "And what makes you think we're bluffing?"

"Annabeth's a good architect. You wouldn't give her up even for a million dollars."

Poseidon just ignored him and pulled out his phone, dialing Annabeth's number.

"Hello?"

"Annabeth! It's Poseidon!"

"Oh. Hi Mr. Jackson."

"Tonight Mike and I are going for drinks to celebrate, and I was wondering if you wanted to join us?"

"…will Percy be there?"

"Um, yeah."

"…okay, I'll come. What time?"

"Six-thirty!"

"Okay, I'll see you then."

She hung up and Poseidon smiled. "She's coming." He glanced at his watch. "I need to go. I have something I need to do. Oh, by the way, you should come at six so that way you have a whole half an hour to get good and drunk," his dad winked.

Percy rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Dad. You're so thoughtful."

Once their lunch break was over, the group was in Mike's office, still working on the blueprints.

"See, I think if we put in another floor here, then—"

"POSEIDON!" Sally Blofis (formally known as Sally Jackson) burst through the door with all the rage of a bull. Mike's secretary was standing behind her with a sheepish expression.

Poseidon winced. "Hello, Sally dear!"

"Don't you 'Sally dear' me, Poseidon!" she demanded, her hands on her hips. "How could you do this to our son?"

So he finally called her…Percy thought wryly.

Sally spotted her son standing off to the side. "Oh, Percy! Honey, are you okay?" she asked, crushing him in a hug.

"I'm fine, Mom," Percy grumbled, grabbing her shoulders. "Um…this is her, Annabeth Chase," he said, gesturing to Annabeth and smirking at her. Annabeth sent him a glare before returning her gaze to Percy's mom. Annabeth smiled slightly at her.

Sally blinked and then leaned up to Percy to say, "Well, she's very pretty."

Annabeth had heard, though. She and Percy blushed slightly. "Er…" Percy mumbled pathetically.

That's when Mike cut in to fill the awkward silence. "Hi, Mrs. Blofis. I'm Mike Swanson," he said, holding out his hand.

"Please call me Sally," Sally returned, shaking his hand. She then turned back to Poseidon. "We need to talk," she said, her voice like steel. She grabbed Poseidon's shirt collar and dragged him outside the office.

The three inside the office didn't say anything. It was silent—too silent. You could've heard a pin drop.

Then…

"I can't believe you! Are you that incompetent that you would do this to our son? Don't you even care about him?"

"B-b-but Sally! It's not like that!"

"The hell it's not!" Sally then sighed. "But I guess there's nothing we can do now." She glared at Poseidon again. "If this ends badly for our son, you can count on another visit from me." She left him cowering in his spot as she entered the office again. The three quickly gave the appearance that they working and not eavesdropping.

"Percy!" Sally exclaimed.

Percy turned and said, "Yeah, Mom?"

"I have to go now," she said, giving him a hug. "I'll talk to you later. It was nice to meet the both of you," she smiled at Annabeth and Mike. She then left, giving Poseidon one last glare.

Poseidon blinked as he slowly entered the office again.

"And my father is officially traumatized…" Percy mumbled sarcastically.

It was six fifteen, and Percy found himself with his dad at the bar. He was currently on his fifth shot of tequila, and he was just getting started. Poseidon didn't know whether to sigh or laugh, so he just asked the bartender for another round.

Percy gulped it down in one shot. He sighed happily. "Ah, Dad, you should join me! Come on, have a couple of shots! Let loose!"

Poseidon smirked. Everything's going according to plan, he thought.

He feigned contemplation. "Hmm…" Poseidon sighed. "Well, I guess I have no choice! Hey, bartender! Let's get another round!"

The bartender sighed and filled their shot glasses.

"Bottom's up!" Percy cheered, clinking his glass with his father's. They swallowed the warm liquid in record timing and then asked the bartender for the bottle.

"How about a little competition?" Poseidon suggested.

"Suuure," Percy slurred.

"First one to quit drinking shots looses," he smirked evilly.

Percy returned the smirk. "You're on!"

--Fifteen minutes later—

Annabeth entered the bar with Mike at six thirty-five. The only reason she agreed to come here was so she could start with her 'Drive Percy Nuts' plan. She planned on embarrassing him and being completely annoying. She was going to wear a dress, but she decided against it and just went in her work clothes.

The two entered the bar and scanned the area, looking for them. Annabeth was the one who spotted them, and all thoughts of doing her plan flew out the window. She narrowed her eyes at the two drunk idiots sitting at the bar, drinking tequila shots like there was no tomorrow.

"Come on," she said to Mike, who had also spotted them and laughed.

"Mike!" Poseidon slurred after taking another shot. "How's it going?" He took another shot.

Annabeth stared at Percy in disgust as he continued to drink, completely ignoring Annabeth. "Percy!" she exclaimed.

Percy's head lolled to the side and he grinned. "Annabeth!" he said, barely able to say it coherently. "What are you doin' here?"

"You're drunk."

Percy sniffed. "Nuh-uh," he argued.

She sighed. "Mike, could you please—" She stopped short when she saw Mike grinning and taking off his jacket to sit down.

"You've got to be kidding me…" Annabeth mumbled. So it was now that Annabeth found herself looking after two already drunk men, and one that was about to join the party.

She sighed and sat down next to Percy. Looks like she was the designated driver tonight.

Percy was about to pour the last of the liquids into his glass when suddenly the bottle was no longer in his hands. He blinked and looked around himself—even going as far as digging in his pockets—for it until he finally found the bartender with it. He was shaking his head at Percy.

"You've had enough," he said firmly, storing the bottle away.

Percy narrowed his eyes. "You sir," he said, trying to point at the man. However, his arm ended up flailing limply around himself. "are mean, and I hope you get hit by a big, orange bus!" He hiccupped once. "Yeah."

Annabeth pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. Oh God he was making a huge fool of himself. She desperately wished she had a camera right now.

Percy tried to stand up but he tripped and fell on the ground. He got up on shaky legs and was going to the door, but he started drifting to the right and he landed in a chair at a table with some women talking amongst themselves.

"Hello, ladies," Percy said. They scoffed at him and left. Annabeth rolled her eyes and got up to help him. She glanced back at Poseidon and Mike, who were having a good old marry time together.

Meh, she thought, they'll be fine.

She continued to walk to Percy, who was now talking to a coat hanger.

"I mean the economy these days is just blah," she heard Percy say. She just shook her head.

"Come on, Seaweed Brain," she said, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around her shoulder. She wrapped her other arm around his waist. "You need to go home." She led him to the door.

"Yes, Mother," Percy replied.

Annabeth's eye twitched.

Once they stepped outside, Annabeth stopped. "Crap," she said out loud. She didn't know where he lived.

Hmm…he has to have a wallet on him…

She bit her lip and looked up at Percy who was grinning like an idiot. She huffed and blew a piece of hair out of her face.

Thank God he won't remember this…

She then started rummaging through his coat pockets, trying to find his wallet but with no such luck. A wave of dread washed over her as she realized the only place left was his back pockets.

She took a deep breath then slowly reached for his back pocket.

This is so wrong!

Percy started squirming and he chuckled. "Stop that! It tickles!"

Now she was creeped out. She quickly went to the second pocket and found his wallet.

Bingo.

She pulled it out and started going through it, trying to find a key or a card or something that would indicate where he lived. She wasn't having much luck with it, but she did find out that Percy was pretty rich.

"Ah ha!" she exclaimed, pulling out a business-type card.

Percy Jackson

Condominium 12C

512 West Eighteenth Street

She wasn't surprise he lived in a condo. In fact, she would have been surprised if he didn't.

She read the address again. That's not too far from here, she thought, might as well just walk.

"Come on, Perce," she mumbled, putting his wallet back in his coat pocket.

"Okley dokley," he said and the two started to his apartment.

I loved writing Drunk Percy :D It was awesome.

OH! I got Rick Riordan's new book! The Red Pyramid. I've only read the first chapter, but it's really good so far. It's a bit different from Percy Jackson, though.

Tonight, I'm going to Hot Tub Time Machine and Kickass...it's going to be awesome.

Thanks for reading and review please! As always, please no flames!

--Akatsuki Child