Whatever happens, don't blame me
Percy POV:
I woke up the next day on the plane with a frikin' huge hangover. I was never going to drink again. EVER.
"WAKE UP SUNSHINE!!" I groaned.
"Nico you better shut the hell up, or I'm gonna shove your ass off the plane." He laughed.
"Good morning to you too." Thalia had walked in. "Alright. We are in Tennesee for a fuel break. You guys can kill eachother when we get to Vegas. You can kick him off the roof of the Bellagio, for all I care," She tossed me an icepack and a coke. She walked up right next to me and yelled, "We're going to Vegas, Baby!" I groaned and shoved her onto a couch.
"Shut-up, Thals," I walked over to the bathroom and proceded to puke my guts out. About half-an-hour later I felt the plane lift off.
I stumbled out of the bathroom and yelled, "I want music, and now!" Nico cheered. I grabbed my cd player and stuck Skillet in.
(Falling Inside The Black)
Tonight I'm so alone,
this sorrow takes ahold,
don't leave me here so cold,
(never want to be so cold),
Your touch used to be so kind,
your touch used to give me life,
I've waited all this time,
I've wasted so much time.
Don't leave me alone,
'cause I barely see at all,
don't leave me alone,
I'm
Falling' in the black,
slippin' through the cracks,
fallin' to the depths,
can I ever go back,
dreaming of the way it used to be,
can you hear me,
At this point I was dizzy from dancing so I sat down. Nico kept going. And going. And he threw up. At least it was on himself.
"Oh my god, Nico that is sick!" Thalia had heard him blowing his guts out and was pissed.
"Oooh, you betta run Nico, Pine Tree is gonna get you," I was laughing and Nico was looking pale.
"Oh god, I feel like crap," I chuckled again.
"I- OW!!" Thalia had run up and punched me. She then turned around, grabbed Nico, and drug him to the bathroom. I grabbed another icepack and put it on my busted lip. "For a tree, she sure can hit."
Alright, how about a little background on why Nico smells like dead people and Thalia is a tree. Nico smells like that because he had worked in a funeral home that his father owned, and was the person who had to get the dead people in their tuxes and dresses. Ugh. Now, Thalia, that story is quite funny. One christmas, it was just us three, we had gotten a huge tree. And we thought it was awesome. Thalia was the one who got the honors to put on the star. She got to the top of it, and started putting it up. It fit perfectely. But, unfortunately, it put the tree off-balance. Thalia had got down and the tree fell on her. The needles got everywhere. And Thalia smelled like Pine for a month. It was hilarious.
Anyway, the captain called saying we would land in five minutes. Thalia and Nico came out of the bathroom. We buckled in and prepared for landing.
Vegas. Here. We. COME!!
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"DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!" De ja vu, anyone?
This time I wasn't even drunk. I was drinking a Appletini at the bar in our hotel. I looked over and saw someone resembling a male version of Annabeth drinking to his hearts' content.
"Hey, Percy!" I turned around and saw Annabeth behind me.
"No way! It's good to see you!" I was excited at seeing her again.
"How about we blow this joint and go casino hoppin'?" I laughed at her enthusiasm.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" She laughed and nodded. "Then let's go!" I grabbed her hand and we jogged for the elevator.
We left the hotel and walked across the street to Ceasers Palace. The place felt homey with all the god statues. I swear they based that Poseidon statue off my dad. We went to the bar and ordered some tequila shots. Me and Annabeth got along really well.
"Yeah, my mom said don't come back home to Boston until you're married." I laughed.
"Funny, that's exactly what my mom said when I went to college. Except she added, "Don't you dare bring me a grandchild, or so help me I will disown you." She was laughing really hard. We were actually really drunk.
"Percy, I want to marry you." I wasn't really shocked, more like contemplative.
"Alright. We'll go to the chapel here." I grabbed her hand and dragged her with me. We were both stumbling with alchohol ingestion. Something told me this was a bad idea. To hell with it, I wanted to see my mom.
"WHOO-HOO! I'm gettin' married!" A lot of people laughed, some snickered, but most people cheered. I looked over at Annabeth. She was really happy. That could have just been the tequila. So much for never ever drinking again.
10 Minutes Later...
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
I bent down and kissed her. It felt wonderful.
I scooped her up and carried her all the way to the Bellagio. I was glad I had gotten my own room.
The same people who had heard Annabeth before cheered at us. I grinned.
When we got to the room, I set Annabeth on the bed. I stripped her to her underwear and myself as well. Annabeth had passed out, and I didn't want to wake her so I gently lay down next to her and passed out too.
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I woke up the next day to a warm boddy pressed to mine. My arms had somehow wrapped around Annabeths' waist in the night. I had forgotten something aout the night. Something big. I felt my fingers on my left hand go numb. I pulled my hand out from under her. My eyes widened and all the memories of last night came back full force.
"Oh, Shizzle."
I love that word. Shizzle. It's a good word. Anyway, the song for this chapter is I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At the Disco. It's a wedding song kind of, so that kinda fits a little. Except I would never make Annabeth a whore. Maybe. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!
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