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Go to Work, Do Your Best
Percy Jackson glared around the room, trying and failing to pinpoint the cap that he was required to wear at his job. The cap itself resembled one a certain blonde wore to make herself go invisible, however this one was lackluster and without a doubt not magical whatsoever.
"Annabeth," he called, walking out of the room. She poked her head out of the bathroom, toothbrush hanging out of her mouth. "Yeah?" she managed around the toothbrush. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun – one of the ones you roll out of bed with.
"Where's my Yankees cap?"
She didn't answer for a moment, instead choosing to duck back into the bathroom, spit, and rinse out her mouth. She walked back out, using a towel to dab the water away. "Mine or yours?"
He shot her a glare, to which she gave a rather evil grin back. "Mine, Wise Girl," Percy answered. She shrugged and looked through the clutter on the coffee table, overturning a few boxes near it. Finally she pulled out a navy blue cap and let out an, "Aha!"
Percy watched as she approached. Once she reached him she lifted herself onto her toes and placed the cap on his head, turning it around on his head so the back was at the front. She kissed him then and placed her arms around his neck.
He grinned and pulled back a bit, before kissing her again and letting her go.
"Do your best today, Perce," she said, watching him grab his keys to the apartment and head towards the door. "Don't let any big scary guys with rainbow tattoos bully you into giving them a free hotdog." He gave a sarcastic laugh to her crack and smiled one more time.
"Don't let Ares make you design him another temple on Olympus. He's got like, what, ten already? Poseidon could always use some more." And before she could say anything in response, he was out the door and headed to the stadium.
She was left with a laugh and a wadded towel meant to be thrown at him.
AN: Egads, an update!
Sorry for making you wait. It's been sitting around on the laptop and I only just went, "Eh, what the hell, may as well slap it up for them to read."
Also: For those of you wondering where, exactly, Percy works, I figured he'd probably work at Yankee's Stadium and serve food to people. For no particular reason. (He just wants a cap like Annabeth's!)
Enjoy~