It's 9:43 in the morning and I am in the middle of my class so what better time than to write a crappy flashfic?
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Annabeth wasn't a morning person and was barely functioning at nine thirty in the morning, but damn, that mustard bottle was way too bright. Hell, she wasn't even sure why someone would even have a mustard bottle.
The guy popped the cap off and brought it up to his lips and Annabeth stared in both fascination and horror. Was he really drinking mustard? She scooted closer.
"Is... that actually mustard?" He looked over, a slight smile making the corners of his lips quirking upwards and barely contained glee in his strikingly green eyes.
"It might be," he said, taking a swig out of it again. "Or it might not be."
"Dude, it's too early for the riddles."
"It's never too early for riddles."
"Lemme see it," she said, grabbing it. It sloshed around and she glared at him. "This is water."
"Bingo," he said, taking it back. "You gotta partner for that project?"
"I'm assuming you're offering?"
"You'd be right. I'm Percy."
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I use a mustard bottle as a water bottle and it bamboozles people and it's hilarious.
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