Thank you everyone for giving this story a chance. I know it's different and that Percy (Logan Lerman) being with Clarisse (Leven Rambin) is extremely unlikely, but then again, neither is it with any other girl, and everyone makes that happen one way or another. I'm curious, what did you all think of Clarisse when she was drunk on the last chapter? When I was picturing the scenery, I thought it was funny. I'd like to know what you all thought.
Through PM and/or review, some have been asking me about the whole Percy crying thing. I know that's probably the last thing he'd ever do, but being alone, forgotten, and abandoned can really cause so much damage. It can make you feel less about yourself and think that no one cares about you. That's basically how Percy feels, and that feeling is like a knife in the heart. I know from elementary school experiences, but that's not important.
Anyways, thanks again for giving this story a chance, and I hope you like the next chapter.
What Happens When You're Drunk
Clarisse's POV
"Well, well, well, look what we have here girls, a lowly little demigod." I said to my friends as we found Jackson.
"What do you want La Rue?" Percy sighed.
"Pretty big talk from such a little man." I said as my friends and I crowded him.
"Again, what do you want La Rue?" Percy asked.
"That's not a pleasant way to talk to your superiors, wouldn't you say Prissy?" I said entertaining my friends.
"Don't know, don't care, how's that?" Percy answered.
"Well what do you know ladies, the wittle baby has some strength after all. If only that strength could actually succeed at something." I teased.
"Whatever." Percy said.
"Alright girls, let's ditch this loser. We've got work to do, nothing Prissy here would ever be good at." I said walking away.
One of my friends then pushed Percy down to the ground. After a little while, Percy then ran into his cabin. I sighed at that. I didn't really mean to hurt him that bad. Honestly, I didn't mean to hurt him at all. I haven't meant to harm him ever since the end of our quest.
"Jackson's such a wimp. You can't help but wonder why he even bothers, right Clarisse." One of my two friends Angelica said.
"Yeah." I fake laughed while Angelica and my other friend Paulina laughed for real.
In all honesty, I wasn't happy about this. After our business with the sea of monsters, I went straight back to bullying Percy. After Percy defeated Kronos, I knew then and there that Percy really wasn't as weak as I thought he was. It was clear he was indeed a very strong demigod. He is definitely stronger than most, even me. I really hate to admit it, but Percy is without a doubt a truly better demigod than me. Even though its not what Percy deserved, I couldn't accept that. I can't deal with the fact of someone being better than me. I've worked hard to earn the reputation of being the best demigod ever. The last thing that I want is for Percy to take that away from me. The only way to make sure I keep my reputation is to make sure everyone remembers who saved camp and who I am, especially Percy.
-Line Break-
Things at the party were doing okay. I mean, everyone was having fun, at least as far as I can tell. A lot of people were dancing away and having a blast. Well, everyone except me. I'm left doing nothing but drink and drink and drink. I tell you, Dionysus is gonna be pissed with us drinking wine and alcohol and everything since he can't. We all know how much Dionysus loves his adult beverages. Even Paulina and Angelica are having a good time. One of my brothers Blaze was able to get Angelica, daughter of Hecate on the dance floor. And Paulina was brought on the dance floor by Dash, a son of Enyo. I was disappointed that no one was inviting me to dance and being left to do nothing but drink. Hey, I may be a daughter of Ares and I may be a bully, but that doesn't mean that I don't ever have any fun. It also doesn't mean I can't enjoy a little dance every once in a while. In other words, it doesn't mean I don't like to dance.
"Clarisse, what is up?" Came a drunk Drew.
Drew, daughter of Aphrodite, and without a doubt the biggest slut in all of camp. This slut has had sex with every single guy here. Name one guy here, and she's fucked him. Every guy has been fucked by her. Well, actually, um, not quite all of them. There's only one that she hasn't been able to lure in her bed yet. I think we all know who that one demigod is. The one, the only, Percy Jackson. I have to admit, I'm surprised that Percy can actually resist her for so long, and I'm also personally proud. It's easy to tell that Percy isn't the desperate kind of guy. Though I can't help but wonder how Percy isn't interested in Drew. I always kinda thought that sex was one thing every male wants as soon as they hit their teen years. I guess Percy isn't anything like that. Every other guy here is, so how come he's not? I'd like to say it's because he already has a girlfriend and he doesn't want to cheat on her even or disappoint her even in the slightest, but everyone knows that Percy doesn't have a girlfriend. He doesn't try flirting with any girl like every other guy, nor hit on them or even try to even ask one out. I tell you, that guy is just a mystery.
"Go away Drew." I demanded, though not quite as strongly as I usually do.
"Oh come on Clare-bear, lighten up." Drew laughed.
"Clare-bear?" I asked not really liking the nickname at all.
"Lighten up hon. Here try a sip of this." Drew said placing a drink in front of me.
I don't know why, but I took it and drank. I only meant to take one sip, but it was so good, whatever it was, that I just couldn't stop until the cup was empty.
"Good, ain't it?" Drew stated.
"What was it?" I just asked.
"That was a Long Island Ice Tea." Drew answered.
Oh boy, that's not good. That drink consists of vodka, rum, gin, tequila, and triple sec. This drink is on the list of one of the top seven drinks that easily get you drunk. One sip, and you're a goner, especially if you had other drinks beforehand.
"I need another drink." I said getting up and going to get another drink.
"Okay hon. Oh hey, if you find Percy, can you give him one to? I need a way to get him inside of me." Drew said seductively.
"Fuck you Drew." I said.
'Can't the whore just deal with one guy not being interested in her? Like Percy would ever want to be in bed with her. You better stay away from him Drew.' I thought to myself.
As I moved on, the ice tea started to kick in. The fact that I had some alcohol before the ice tea isn't helping at all either. My head started to swirl, my vision was starting to blur, my head was starting to swim, and I was beginning to feel dizzy. I'm gonna kill Drew for this. I really wanted to kill her right now, but I was in no shape to do so, so I just kept making my way over to get another drink. As I made my way to the table that had the drinks, I found Percy just standing there alone and against the wall. Like I said earlier, he doesn't hit on, flirt, or ask out any girls. Damn, this demigod is just so hard to figure out.
"Well, well, well, Prissy Jackson." I said as best and normal as I could as he turned to my direction.
"Clarisse." Percy said.
"Aw, is wittle Percy all alone?" I tried to tease, but it's hard to accomplish something when you're drunk.
"What's it to you?" Percy challenge.
"What did I tell you before?" I asked referring to earlier.
"Don't know, don't care, how's that?" Percy repeated.
I was about to go ape shit on his ass, but a burp came out of my mouth somehow. If I wasn't drunk, I would've been embarrassed, but I couldn't help but laugh. Turning to the table next to us, I got a drink that had an umbrella in it. I put the umbrella on my head. Why, I'm drunk, what else?
"That's not really where that goes Clarisse." Percy said.
"Hey, don't skip on my umbrellas. You know what they say, let a smile be your umbrella, and while your face is a big cup of tea . . . I forget the point. *laughs* I forgot the point. Say Percy, you got any more umbrellas, ellas, ellas?" I said not being able to contain my laughter and ended up leaning on him.
Percy took my cup out of my hand and placed it back on the table. He was going to say something, but as soon as that shitty Jonas Brothers song was over, Jungle came on. Oh, how I actually love this song.
"Ooh, come on, let's dance." I said.
"What?" Percy asked in disbelief.
"I love this song and I wanna dance. I can't dance alone." I said.
"Okay, then why not dance with someone else?" Percy asked.
"You're already here." I said trying to start a dance, emphasize trying.
"Do you even know what you're doing Clarisse?" Percy asked.
"Hey, hey, trust me Percy, I drunk better when I'm dance." I said, and of course I meant to say I dance better when I'm drunk, even though that was a complete lie.
I just wanted to have some fun, I wanted someone to ask me for a dance. I didn't get that, so that means I need to take things into my own hands.
"Woah, leave no child behind." I said getting my cup back.
-Line Break-
"Clarisse, I think it's time we get you out of here." Percy said taking me in his arms and leading me out of the party.
"What are you doing? The party's not over yet." I whined.
"Yes it is, you're way too drunk, and I'm taking you to your cabin right now." Percy commanded.
"Alright here we are." Percy said leading me inside.
"The party's not in here." I whined.
"You're right, it's not, and that's why you're here." Percy said leading me on a bunk.
"And you?" I asked leaning on him again.
"Just get on your bed and get some sleep." Percy said sitting me on a bunk.
Before he could leave, I tackled him to the ground.
"Clarisse, what the hell?" Percy breathed.
"I just want to go party Jackson." I said followed with a little laughter.
"I told you already, you're way too drunk and you're getting some rest." He breathed getting back up and placing me back in bed. He fell on it too due to the unexpected tackle.
I just laid there doing nothing but look at the ceiling. The more I did, I felt so alone. I felt like darkness was taking me. I was suffocating. I thought I was lost. I felt like I was fading away. I couldn't escape no matter how much I tried to. I tried to fight it, but I couldn't. Sometimes being drunk can result in seeing or feeling terrible things. Right now, I felt like I was crumbling down and dying. It was too much, I couldn't take it. It was too much. The only thing that seemed to keep me up and going was the thought of a certain son of Poseidon.
"Percy?" I panicked.
"Clarisse." I heard his voice.
I turned to the direction it came from. There he was, lying there, being here for me. He was here to protect me. I moved over to him, seeking his comfort.
"Percy." I whispered and without thinking about what I was doing, kissed him.
Percy's POV
I don't know how to act on this. Clarisse is kissing me. I responded, but I was wide eyed beyond imagination. As it continued, things got a little wilder. She dug her hands in my hair. The alcohol is really kicking in for her. Her tongue rubbed my lips, begging for entrance. My original intent was to not grant her entrance, but she traced her finger from my ear to my collar bone. I couldn't help but moan and give in at that. I could taste the alcohol in her. My hormones were taking control over my body. One of my hands went to the small of her back while the other went for her hair. I know this shouldn't be happening, I know this is a mistake, but I can't stop. I want to stop though before things get out of hand, but Clarisse isn't making it any easier. I started to regain my senses a bit when Clarisse moved her hand under my shirt. I broke the make out session and stopped her from going any further.
"Percy?" Clarisse asked confused.
"Clarisse, you're drunk, we shouldn't be doing this. Besides, this really isn't what you want." I tried reasoning with her.
She had a tear or two in her eyes, but she didn't say anything. She just went back to kissing me, which was so not the reaction I was expecting. She just wanted to heat things up again. Of course I still had to make sure it doesn't go any further than this.
"Clarisse," I started, but she interrupted me.
"Don't leave me Percy." Clarisse said with tears in her eyes still.
I've never seen her like this, I've never heard her sound like this either. She looked like a completely different person. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and that it's the soul that defines who you are. Even though she's drunk, I can detect a glimpse of her I've never seen before. It appeared to be a softer side. It also seemed to be a side of her surrounded by pride and stubbornness. Just from what I've found in her eyes, I knew that the whole bully thing has to be some sort of mask. Why and what, I don't know, but I may find out. Do I want to find out, maybe not, but I might anyways. I just laid there and looked at Clarisse as she looked like a new demigod. She planted a small yet passion filled kiss on my lips.
"Don't leave me, I need you." Clarisse whimpers softly looking up at me.
Just from looking into her pleading eyes, I knew there was no turning back now, no matter how I wish I could turn away. She's drunk, but she's in complete control and I can't say or do anything to stop her. And before I knew it, we strip ourselves of our clothes and were naked. She was still on top of me and in complete control of course. She slowly guided my cock into her pussy, our eyes never breaking contact. Clarisse moved her head to my neck, whimpering, moaning, and biting me. I couldn't help but groan as well.
"Go harder, faster, faster, oh Percy." Clarisse said.
Again, my hormones took complete control over me. I'm gonna have to remember to punch myself in the face in the morning. With how drunk Clarisse is, I just hope that in the morning, she won't have any memory of this night. I really wanted this to stop, but my body just seemed to have a mind of its own. Clarisse moans louder in pleasure, her walls tightening around my cock, making me moan. Clarisse arches her body towards me as I pound harder and faster inside of her. The more this continues, the deeper and deeper I move inside her. Clarisse moans my name out as she cums hard. With a few quick thrusts, I soon followed her, and came deep inside her. I withdrew my cock from her pussy and just laid there exhausted. Clarisse was breathing really hard to. She then nuzzled into my chest, her eyes closing slightly when I brush my fingers through her dark brown hair. Clarisse eventually passed out, but not me. I can't believe what I just did. I can't believe that just happened. What have I done? I let my hormones get the best of me and I just let myself lose control. I have never been so ashamed of myself like this before. This is just going to make things at camp a lot worse.
Sorry if this was a bit sloppy. My parents have been forcing me to help them build their shed all day, and I'm just tired right now. I need to get some rest. At least we get to see Clarisse all drunk again. I still think that really funny, I can't get that out of my head.
Oh yeah, I got Rick's new Norse mythology novel. I can't wait to star reading that tomorrow. By the way, does anyone else have a funny idea about this novel's title character? He has the same last name as Annabeth. Does anyone like me think that Magnus Chase might be a cousin or some distant relative to Annabeth Chase? Does anyone think Rick's gonna have a clash of Greek and Norse mythology one day? I'm kinda thinking so. We'll see, goodnight.
