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Warning: slight cursing

"We're here," the driver announced.

Silena slapped Annabeth's hands from around her stomach. "Stop it!"

"I feel exposed," She grumbled. Especially with Percy not hugging her...She missed his warmth. But he had moved to another seat to talk with Nico. She had to be honest; she only ever say the boy talking with Hazel or Percy, and occasionally Leo.

"It shows off your curves," She looked Annabeth over, her sharp eyes catching every imperfect detail of Annabeth's dress. 'What little curves there are to show,' she wanted to say, but refrained herself from saying.

She also wanted to point out that Silena dressed Annabeth all glamorous while Hazel wore white jeans and a hoodie. But before she could say anything, the designer ordered Hazel to take off her hoodie.

Everyone watched while she pulled it off slowly, blushing profusely. She wore a close-fitted crop top that made her look several years older. Everyone gaped. Silena forced Hazel to take off her sneakers and brought out wedges. Did she always come this prepared?

Travis turned to Silena. "It's your turn."

She blinked at him. "What?"

"Well, the two most unexpected hotties suddenly become gorgeous. Its your turn." He said matter-of-factly. Offended, she was about to yell, but Beckendorf slapped Travis on the back of his head.

"Don't listen to him baby. You're way more gorgeous." Silena giggled and kissed him.

"Okay, I'll pretend I'm not offended," Hazel said, smiling.

"It doesn't look like they're coming up for air anytime soon, so who's ready to party?!" Leo whopped, getting out of the car.

"Everyone get out! We're paying the driver by hour and we're wasting party time!" Travis said, following Leo out.

It was dark. And hot and stuffy. There was hardly enough room to move, much-less breathe. But the group slowly fanned out, finding a new interest. Even Nico. He found the bar.

"Why don't you try moving?"

Percy. The only sense of familiarity in this abnormal world. He grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor, where there were impossibly more people with their body's flush against each other.

She was glad that visibility wasn't an option. The pulsing lights gave her vertigo, and even if the lights were one, the movement around her prevented her from focusing on one person. She hoped Percy felt the same, or else he would have saw her face explode with flames. Or at least, it felt like it.

But eventually, she relaxed into the movement, not really thinking. Before she was brought back to reality, she was having her second drink, giggling at something Percy had said.

Oh gods. Since when did she giggle? When did she twirl her hair?

She kind of blacked out after another shot, finding a boy to dance with. Her body kind of worked on autopilot, doing whatever it pleased, while her mind drifted off with mild concern of her actions.

Who knew partying was so fun?

PERCY'S POV

Annabeth was an animal, to say the least. It only took one drink to loosen her up, and the rest was history.

He watched from the bar as she danced against some guy that was way too old for her, giggling and laughing as if she was having the time of her life. He shook his head, downing his fifth shot. Aside from a slight buzzing feeling, he wasn't that intoxicated, perfectly capable of dragging her our of the building if things go too far.

And it looked like things might.

Annabeth was a little too close to that guy for Percy's comfort, and his grip tightened on the beer he was holding. He took a deep breath and counted backwards from 10. Maybe the alcohol was starting to get into his system.

Apparently Apollo had the same thoughts. He slid onto the stool next to Percy, gently removing the beer from his grip. "Maybe you've had too much. You look like you're about to pound that guy's head in." He followed Percy's gaze towards where Annabeth was jumping and laughing, practically throwing himself at the guy. An awkward silence fell over the two.

"You know we're not really dating, right?" Apollo asked, still staring at Annabeth, a protective look in his eyes. Looks like they were in the same boat.

"Yeah." He snorted. "You wouldn't be believable even if you got Annabeth pregnant." He laughed for a second and stopped, glaring at Apollo, who coughed awkwardly and held his hands up in surrender. "Dude, she's like my sister."

"That didn't stop you from dating her, did it?"

He shrugged. "I"m just helping her out. You know, she doesn't really appreciate the vicious rumors about you two." He looked at Percy accusingly.

What did he do? It was Kelli that's trying to destroy her reputation! 'And you let her...'

He hated that logical voice. Even drunk, the stupid voice haunted him. But, as usual, it was right. He'd let Kelli go to far, and time was overdue to stop her. He needed to talk to her. Soon.

But when he stood up, he keeled over, and Apollo caught him before he could face-plant. He helped him sit back down on the stool. "Hammered?"

Percy nodded, groaning and rested his face on the cool wood surface of the bar. "Hammered."

"Aren't you like, 19?" Apollo shooed the bartender away when they were asked if they wanted another drink.

"20," he corrected.

"How'd you even get in?"

"The bouncer's a big fan of mine," he croaked, feeling his head pound along with the music. Apollo laughed sympathetically, patting Percy's back. "I'm going to go peel Travis off of that poor, poor girl," Apollo laughed. Percy nodded, his face still pressed against the alcohol smelling surface. Or maybe that was just his breath.

"What are you doing?"

He peeked up from under his arms and saw Silena looking down at him disapprovingly. She nursed a martini in her hands, and it looked like she hadn't even taken a sip.

"What did I do? Are you gonna drink that?"

She stared down at her martini longingly. "Sadly, no. It'll totally ruin my lipstick. But you can't have it either because I am not going to have you throw up on my new heels." She whacked the back of his head when he began dozing off.

"What are you doing sitting at the bar with the bottom feeders?" she ignored the protest from Nico. She pointed towards the direction Annabeth was. "Do you love her?"

"I wouldn't say love is the righ-"

"Percy."

"Yes," He sighed. She smacked him again. "Then why are you here instead of being with her?" She asked. Of course - ever the love expert- Silena was right. He should listen to her. But he didn't. Instead, he snatched her glass from her and drank it all in less than a second. She just watched him, shaking her head.

"That could've been you, making out with your girl-"

"They aren't making out and she isn't my girl." He interrupted. Or at least he thought they weren't.

Silena continued as if he hadn't even spoken. "But instead you decide to drink your problems away? You brought her out to have fun, and here you are, wasting the night while you let her make mistakes. Go."

He stayed where he was. He was certain that Annabeth had never really partied before, and he didn't want to ruin her fun. As long as he was having fun, it didn't matter how he felt.

Silena sighed, flipping her silky hair behind her back. She patted Percy's back pitifully. "Percy, you're never going to get anywhere if you don't do anything. Do you want Annabeth or not?"

"Yes," he mumbled pathetically. She narrowed her eyes at him, the ever-giving-patience Silena finally running out of patience. "Then what the hell Percy? You'll only be miserable if you watch her fuck other guys! Now stop being such a whiny fucking asshole and do something about it!"

It was a rarity that Silena cursed, and when she did, it was a good idea to listen. Hell, in all the years of knowing her, he never thought he saw her anything but happy.

And as soon as the sentence left her mouth, she was back to her normal bubbly self. She waved at a few guys passing by, and then spotted Beckendorf. "Charlie! Wait up!" She called as she hopped off the stool and went to her boyfriend.

A screech of feedback from the speakers causing him to jump, unfortunately towards the direction of the floor. When he got back up, Nico was holding his stomach and laughing his ass off. He flipped him off an accidentally spilled over his beer, which sent Nico into another fit of laughter. Glaring at the boy, he looked down and saw the giant wet spot on his pants, and cursed. The gods hated him. Yeah, that's it.

He stumbled to the bathroom, making several wrong turns, and ended up in the 'make-out corner' in a dark hallway. He made a face, watching a couple practically swallow each other's face. The girl's dress was pulled halfway down to her waist, and the guy's shirt was off. Before he could leave, they turned around, and he could finally get a clear look of the girl's face.

That was enough to cut through the haze. He sighed heavily, forcing himself to stay calm. He was known for being irrational when he was drunk. Honestly, Percy was surprised he didn't punch the guy by now. But even more surprising was the fact that it was a completely different guy Annabeth was with.

He pushed the dude off of Annabeth, and- big surprise- he pushed Percy away and tried to go back to Annabeth. "What the hell is your problem? We're just having a little fun."

Without second thought, Percy spun and punched the guy, then turned back to Annabeth, who was standing with her hands on her hips, glaring at Percy. "Why'd you do that for?" She whined. Despite the fact it was obvious she was out of it, she glared at him like usual, and her voice was even.

He grabbed her arm and escorted her out of the building, telling Silena that they'd catch up with the others later. She stared at him for a long moment, unsure what to think, and then a smile broke out on her face and she winked at him.

"Percy, leave me alone," Annabeth whined, halfheartedly smacking his hand away from his arm. "Put on your dress," He said.

She looked down. "It is on."

"Pull it up, Annabeth." She crossed her arms. "No." She said defiantly. He shoved off his hoodie and put it across Annabeth's shoulders, looking around to see if anyone saw anything. But everyone leaving seemed to be preoccupied or hammered.

He was surprised Annabeth wasn't cold. But when he looked at her, he saw her legs were shaking and she pouted, trying not to cry. He sighed.

Since when did he volunteer to babysit a drunk girl?

A/N:

I am very aware this chapter was not as great as it could have been. I tried. Next chapter will be more explanations. I'm sorry the chapter is too short.

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