A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with a little something different but hopefully you guys like it!

Shout out to uberperk for the prompt! Hope you like the way I wrote it! And to anyone else who gave me prompts, I'm working on it, it's just taking some time :P

And once again if you haven't checked out the original story, How We Could Have Met, please do! The last chapter for that one is really special!

Anyway, here ya go:

Annabeth knew when she saw him walk up to the bar that she was fucked. In a metaphorical sense, that is, though after looking at him up and down again…. Anyway, it was guys like him that were the wild cards. The groups of friends in their early twenties calling for shots, the middle-aged men in suits who tried to drink away their problems, even the guy who got way too drunk and way too flirty, she could handle.

It was guys like him that she could not get a read on. And Annabeth prided herself on reading people- it was one of the things she liked about her job. Being the bartender meant that you had a chance to hear people's stories, secrets, or whatever else they happened to say. She didn't mind it, it was interesting to learn about other people.

The guy had neared enough for her to make out the details of his face, and yep, she had been right. He was definitely a wild card, complete with dark messy hair, deep green eyes and a strong jawline to match (and was he really wearing a leather jacket?). It really didn't help that he was hot.

He caught her eye and smirked. Oh, she was going to have fun with this.

"What can I get you?" she asked breezily as he sat down on the barstool.

"Rum and coke, please," he answered right away.

She rose an eyebrow, that was a nice break from the shots she'd been pouring all night, he had even said please.

"Coming right up," she replied and busied herself with the drink. There weren't too many people at the counter, and the ones that were had been taken care of. This left the two of them. She could feel his gaze on her as she made the drink, she turned around catching his eye this time and smirked.

He seemed taken back for a second but gave an approving glance in return, accepting her retort. Well played, his eyes seemed to say but there was still a bit of challenge in them.

"Here you go." She placed the drink in front of him, matching his challenging gaze. He gave a sly smile in return.

"Thanks." He took a sip and let out a small moan. "Damn, that's good."

"Good to hear, I aim to please," she replied adding a wink for good measure. Sure, flirting was part of the gig, and it generally got her more tips, but with this guy it was quickly becoming a contest.

"Well you're certainly succeeding," he commented, giving another sly grin, "In probably more ways than one."

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know," she shot back immediately.

"I'd like to know the name of cute blonde bartender; can you help with that?" he asked, looking at her innocently.

"Sure, his name's Jason." She gestured to the blonde man who had recently returned from a break and was busy mixing a cocktail.

The guy laughed at that answer, "Sorry, maybe I should have specified. I meant the hot one with an owl tattoo that I wouldn't mind seeing more of." He raised his eyebrows at the end.

Damn that was a smooth recovery, he was good. Maybe a bit too good, she kind of felt the need to kiss him.

She tugged at the collar of the white dress shirt where the owl tattoo was peeking out of. It was slightly unbuttoned, but still at a point where she could bend down without too much concern.

"Annabeth." She leaned forward a bit, "And what about the guy who doesn't have a chance at seeing the tattoo?"

The guy grinned, "I wouldn't know, you'll have to ask him."

The confident little fucker, she hated him. Hated the fact that she really wouldn't mind grabbing his shirt and pulling him in right about now.

She smiled back, she'd give this guy a chance "Aright, what's your name then?"

He took another sip of his drink, satisfied with himself, "Percy."

Percy. Different. It suited him. She nodded, content with the answer. She was about to say something back when Jason called her name and she had to make another drink.

She walked away from Percy still feeling his gaze on her back. He could be subtler about watching her.

"Take a picture, they last longer," she murmured as she passed by him on the way to deliver a drink.

"Can't beat the real thing," he whispered back, his eyes raking her form in a way that made her shudder. God, she just had to kiss this boy now.

After taking care of a couple more drinks she told Jason she was going to take a break and ignored his teasing look from her to where Percy sat, his drink nearly empty.

She slipped off the apron from her waist and stepped out from behind the counter. Percy immediately moved towards her.

Damn, had he always been this tall?

"Where are you going?" he asked, finishing the rest of his drink.

"Taking a break," she relied pulling her hair down from her ponytail and letting it fall onto her shoulders.

"Mind if I join you?" His tone was flirty but behind that she could see the sincerity in his question. He would not push if she said no.

Moment of truth, "Maybe, if you're lucky," she replied twirling a strand of her hair, a legitimate habit she had formed but came across as flirty.

He stepped a little closer to her, pausing for a minute to ask for her consent. She nodded and he continued forward.

"How would I know if I'm lucky?" he whispered breathily. He was so close and she could feel his breath on her face and smell a mixture of the drink she had made and the ocean radiating from him. He was even more intoxicating up close.

"You should kiss me to find out," she whispered back, giving him permission to do exactly that. In less than a second his lips were on hers and it was like she couldn't get enough of him.

She kissed back harder, letting him deepen it when he ran his tongue along her bottom lip. They broke away panting and buzzing from the high. He was looking at her now with such an intensity that she almost looked away and blushed.

"Guess that means I'm lucky then." His voice was deeper, huskier, it sent chills down her spine. She was suddenly grateful they were in a darker corner of the place, towards the back where there was practically no on around.

"It would seem that way, guess you might get to see that tattoo after all," she teased lightly, trying to get over just how fried her brain felt.

Percy's green eyes darkened at the comment and his reply was pulling her in for another shattering kiss. God, she could get used to this, she thought as he broke away from her lips and started trailing kisses down her neck.

"Fuck, Percy," she hissed as he sucked a hickey on the soft sensitive skin. He immediately looked up,

"Yes?" he asked innocently as if he didn't know what he was doing to her. She could have slapped him. She chose instead to grab him by his shirt and pull him roughly against her.

They stopped their makeout session after a bit, Annabeth reluctantly pulling away because she still had a shift to complete.

Her mind was still buzzing from the contact and looking at Percy with his now slightly rumpled shirt, even messier hair that she had been pulling on the entire time, and breathless face, she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her night with him and get to know more about him.

"Wow." Percy finally spoke, still a bit breathless. Wow was right.

"Yeah," she agreed, "That was…wow."

Percy laughed and ran a hand through his messy hair, "You're really good at that."

"I aim to please," she added a wink and they both laughed at the joke.

"Listen," she said seriously once they had calmed down, "I know this may be a bit out of order but I'd really like to get to know you better." She paused, gauging his reaction.

His eyes softened, "Yeah, I'd like that too."

She allowed herself to feel hopeful and smiled sincerely back at him.

"Cool, let me give you my number and we can plan something?" she asked carefully.

His grin made her heart jump, "Definitely, I'll call you."

And with that promise made, he gave her a quick sweet kiss and walked out the doors.

He never called.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Annabeth sometimes hated her mind for slipping away to thoughts of him. Like now when she had some free time, since the bar wasn't too crowded and she had a moment to think. She had a lot of the things to be thinking about, her mom's birthday present, her plans for the weekend, even the fact her rent was due in a week, but no, her thoughts had to go back to him.

She had gotten hopeful, excited even at the prospect of maybe building something more with him. She didn't know why, but he had felt different. The way he had looked at her made her feel like maybe he would actually hold up on that promise and not just be some guy she made out with.

He hadn't and part of her was pissed off about it. Why give her false hope? Why not just straight up say no, that he was not interested? She started to feel the anger rise in her and she pushed away the thoughts. Whatever, it was in the past. It had been three months, she should just get over it. He had been a wildcard anyway, and she should have known better.

She tried to push aside her peeved thoughts and finally looked up from where she had been vigorously wiping the already clean counter. She was not expecting said wildcard to walk in.

She practically froze as she got the overwhelming feeling of déjà vu as she watched him walk towards the counter. He was just like she remembered, dark hair, green eyes, strong jawline and that fucking leather jacket.

He caught her gaze and sent a soft, apologetic smile her way.

How. Dare. He.

She stormed out from behind the counter, her anger coming back to her in a crashing wave as she stomped up to him.

His eyes widened as he saw the anger and hurt behind her eyes.

"How dare you," she growled at him. He held up his hands in surrender and opened his mouth to speak, but she went on, "have the nerve to come back here." She punctuated her words with a jab to his chest, "like you didn't just fuck me over before."

"Listen, Annabeth, I'm so sor- "

She cut his apology off, "How dare you think that's okay."

"I'm really sorry, I-"

She pushed him back, "What excuse could you possibly have."

Percy sighed, looking as though he was in pain, "Annabeth I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have-"

"Damn right you shouldn't have!" she all but yelled. He was backed into a corner now.

"I know, I know. I was leaving the city that day, and I didn't…." he gulped, "I didn't expect to meet you, I didn't expect to fall for you."

What? What the hell? He can't just say something like that to her.

Percy desperately continued, "I wanted to see you again, I really did. But it hit me later that I was leaving and that I couldn't have that. But I wanted to so badly."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" her voice was quiet.

"Because I knew if I did I'd just fall for you further and it would lead to more hurt, I thought…." He sighed, "I thought at the time it might be better for me to not say anything. It would hurt, but probably not as much and this way we could move on."

"You're an idiot," she replied.

Percy shut his eyes closed and winced, "Yeah I know. But I just couldn't get you out of my head. I realized that not seeing you had been the worst choice and there was no way I could move on. So I…I uh, I came back. To apologize. Because you deserve that, hell you deserve better than what I did to you, so I don't blame you if you don't forgive me or never want to see me agai-"

He was cut off by a pair of lips on his. The problem with Annabeth is that as mad as she was she had still missed him. And there he was, back, apologizing, rambling even. She had to shut him up.

They broke away and Percy looked at her astonished.

"I-"

He was cut off again, "You're not off the hook. I'm still slightly pissed. But maybe…" she paused, "Maybe you're on the right track."

"That's more than I can ever ask. I'm so sorry Annabeth." He tentatively pulled her in for a hug.

"God, I missed you," he mumbled into her hair. "I promise to do whatever it takes to make it up to you."

She pulled away and considered her options. Moment of truth.

"A date wouldn't be a bad place to start." She gave him a second chance.

So, they arranged a time for the next day and Annabeth returned to her shift.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he promised and once more she watched him walk out the doors. Maybe it had been a bad idea. What if he had just walked out on her again? He was a wild card after all.

He called the next day.

A/N: So what did you guys think? A bit different from what I normally write but I will be trying out a lot of stuff in the future as well, just to let you all know.

Thank you all for reading! And please review! I'd love to hear your thoughts!

See ya! :)