A/N: References to alcohol use, blacking out, and drug use. Reference to a TV show that may come across as a racial slur.

PIPER

"We're going to hit a party," says Piper once Annabeth heads out. She hadn't had much planned for the night, but now that Leo was there, obviously something exciting would have to happen. "Come on, it's going to be great."

"Great?" Leo says. "Or another one of your convoluted schemes to get me drunk and make me dance?

"You dance on your own," says Piper with an eye roll. "I don't scheme to get you to dance – I scheme to get you to stop. We either get drunk in my dorm room and I make you cuddle with me until I pick a romcom to watch and then you start to cry or we go find something exciting to do on or off campus."

"Wow," Leo responds, "we seriously need to get lives."

"We do," says Piper, "but damn, does it feel better sometimes to just watch a movie."

"But not today?"

"Oh, hell no," says Piper, "I'm going to call my – thing, my friend, my, Reyna and tell her to meet us at the party."

"At what party?"

"Leo," says Piper, folding her arms across her chest, "come on. There is always a party at this school."

They dress and get ready and Reyna agrees to meet them in the Student Center at 10.

"Are we going to romcom until then?" asks Leo with a broad grin. "Because I'm going to need a bunch of rum for that."

"I have Coke under my bed," says Piper. "But your toll is to get the booze."

Leo leans over and pulls out a bottle from the backpack he had been wearing when he walked in. "Bacardi, baby."

"How did you get that?"

Leo shrugs. "I've got a bunch of friends at the shop. They don't really mind picking me up some stuff when I ask for it."

"As long as it stays at the booze," says Piper, shaking her finger at Leo like a teacher, "No getting crazy with that molly, you hear!"

"Oh, shut up," says Leo, pushing at Piper's face. She loses balance and nearly falls off of the bed before Leo catches her arm.

Leo and Piper kill their bottle of rum by 9:45 and watch the entirety of 27 Dresses. Leo cries when James Marsden gives Katherine Heigl her book back.

"I'm not crying!" Leo exclaims. "I'm just – leaking rum."

"You are doing no such thing," Piper replies. "You are crying, Leo. Just admit it." Then, for reasons she can't explain, Piper starts giggling.

"Ooh!" she says, "Reyna texted me! I think it's time to meet her up."

She replies with "yha letd gotothe party now" which is totally misspelled but she doesn't care, and manages to get herself and Leo lost before five minutes of walking pass. Which, coincidentally, is the exact amount of time it should have taken them to get to the Student Center.

"Are you seriously this drunk?" is what Reyna says as she picks up the phone. "Good god, you two, it's like you need a babysitter."

"I do not need a babysitting!" exclaims Leo indignantly.

"Carefully," says Reyna over the phone, "carefully think of what you just said and reevaluate your statement."

"He doesn't need a babysitter," says Piper. "We're outside the Math Lab building. Come find us."

"I am, apparently, your babysitters," grumbles Reyna, but Piper knows she's going to come get them. It's just how Reyna is. While they wait, Piper tells Leo all about Reyna and her face and her hair and her smile. She can tell, sort of, in the back of her mind that she's kind of rambling, but she doesn't really care. This stuff is important.

"She's really crazy smart," says Piper, "like, really smart. I've never been smart and she made me smart this semester. Like really smart."

"You've always been smart, idiot," says Leo. "Just she made you want to be smart."

"A little," says Piper. "But mostly it's her."

Leo, then, out of nowhere, darts off to talk to someone.

"Hey," he says, walking up to the girl. "You're pretty hot right now. I mean, you're usually probably hot, but right now you're, like, really hot?"

"Do I know you?" the girl replies, and Piper suddenly realizes it's Reyna. Instead of doing the logical thing and introducing them, Piper slides a little more into the shadows and waits to see what happens.

"Not yet," says Leo. "But I think I want to. Know you, I mean. Sorry, I am really dumb right now." He sticks out his hand for her to shake it. "Hi. I'm Leo."

"I'm not shaking that."

"Why not?" asks Leo. "Is it because I'm a boy?"

"Little bit, yeah," she replies. "Have you seen two people, a guy and a gir – wait, what was your name again?"

"Leo," he says with a smirk. Piper holds back a laugh. "Leo Valdez, beautiful."

"Goddamn it, Leo, I'm Reyna. Where's Piper?"

"You're Reyna?" he asks, looking shocked. "You're Piper's!" he turns around. "Piper, I didn't mean to hit on your Reyna!"

"Her Reyna? I'm her Reyna?" Reyna chuckles. "What else did she say about me in her drunken stupor?"

Piper, despite the haze, realizes that this may not be the conversation she wants Leo and Reyna to have the first time they meet each other.

"Okay!" she exclaims. "Prank is over. I am here. Let's go to a party."

"Where were you?" asks Reyna. "Were you hiding? God, you are so weird."

"I'm weird?!" Piper asks. "Leo, you were hitting on my – the – you were hitting on Reyna!"

"According to Leo you called me your Reyna," says Reyna with a grin. "Want to explain that one?"

"No!" exclaims Piper. "I want to get my dance on!"

Reyna rolls her eyes – it's really dramatic and super annoying, in Piper's opinion, and kind of attractive – and grabs Piper's hand. "Alright," Reyna says with a sigh. "We'll go get our dance on." She looks up at Leo and Piper follows her gaze. "You coming, player?"

"Of course I am," says Leo. "What do you take me for, a fool"

"Probably," says Reyna. "But I haven't quite made the decision yet.

"Did we lose Leo?" Piper asks, her head in Reyna's lap.

Reyna looks down at her and runs her fingers through Piper's hair. "I don't know," she replies, "pretty sure he was your responsibility."

Piper doesn't quite hear her as clearly as she normally would – the rum and cokes she'd made for herself was a little more rum than Coke and Reyna's fingertips through her hair is magical – and just snuggles into Reyna's hand. "He's a big boy," Piper replies," he's probably in the bathroom of one of these parties getting laid."

"Piper," Reyna says slowly, "we're not at a party anymore. We spent about twenty minutes at the party before you told me you didn't feel great, and you said Leo would be fine on his own. So we went back to my dorm about forty minutes ago and you've been talking to me about what love means and if the media has been brainwashing us to believe in love when it may not exist for the past thirty. And then you called me 'my Reyna' about eight times."

"I have?" Piper asks. She sits up and looks around. "Did I black out?"

"That's the third time you've asked that," Reyna says, "so I'm guessing yes."

Piper frowns. "I've never blacked out before! At least, not like this. We didn't even do anything exciting!"

"Except we lost Leo."

"I was blackout drunk!" Piper exclaims. "At least I think I was. Probably. I mean, Leo's a big boy, he can handle himself –"

"Yes, you mentioned that."

" – but I still feel bad ditching him."

"Give him a call," Reyna suggests. "I doubt he's in too much trouble. Call him up and I'm sure it'll all be okay."

Piper sighs. "All right," she says, "as long as you don't tell anyone that I blacked out. Or that I called you my Reyna. Even though you are my Reyna. I don't want anyone to know."

For a brief second, Reyna stares down at Piper like she's about to say something, but then exhales deeply. "I agree to your terms, you strange little Piper of mine," Reyna says, pressing a kiss to Piper's forehead. "But you have to drink a glass of water after this phone call, okay?"

Piper nods and pulls out her phone. "Anything you want, princess."

ANNABETH

"Would you two quit doing that while I'm in the room!" Annabeth exclaims. "Seriously, guys, we have talked about this before and – you're not Piper."

The girl with the dark hair Annabeth had assumed was Piper sits up and gives Annabeth a look. It's definitely not Piper. "Is she your girlfriend?" she asks. She glares at Annabeth. "Are you his girlfriend?"

Annabeth, despite her best intentions, snorts. "Actually, no," she replies. "My boyfriend is outside, thanks very much. But this is my room."

"This isn't your room?" the girl asks Leo. "God, how many times do you lie a night?"

"I told you I was a guest!" Leo says incredulously. "I even made sure to tell you that I couldn't get into the dorms because I wasn't a student here!"

She frowns and Annabeth turns on the light, wanting to see the girl's face. Sure enough, Annabeth does not even in the slightest recognize her.

"You don't have a girlfriend?" says Leo's gal pal.

"No," says Leo. "We cleared this up about an hour ago. But now that I'm thinking of it you might want to go back to your room. I – I'm not sure you're, er, awake enough."

"I am a little tired," she says. "Can I have your number?"

"Gave it to you an hour ago."

"Right." She stands up and Annabeth hands her the bright pink sparkly jacket she knows couldn't belong to any of the residents of that particular room. "See you later, cutie!"

Annabeth hears Percy say, "what in the…?" as she leaves, but that's the extent to which Annabeth can care about this girl.

"LEO!" Annabeth shrieks at her roommate's best friend. "For the love of god and all that is holy, what on earth were you thinking!"

He sits up and stares at her, looking shocked. "What did I do? What did I do?!"

"Well," says Annabeth, picking up a pillow from her bed and throwing it at him. "You seem to have lost Piper! Which is a totally unacceptable thing to –"

She's interrupted by a phone call. "Mulatto Butts" starts blaring from Leo's phone.

"Dude!" exclaims Percy. "You watch Archer too?!"

"Yeah!" says Leo. "Best show ever, right?"

"CAN YOU ANSWER YOUR PHONE?!" Annabeth shrieks, and Leo's so startled that he picks up the phone.

"Hello? Oh, hey, Piper? Yeah, no, I'm not lost. I'm in your room. Yes, Annabeth's here." He holds the phone away, and Annabeth can hear Piper screaming at him through it. "Okay, first off, ow. Second, no, I was not 'getting freaky' when she was in the room, you moron. Yes, I understand. No, I didn't soil your bed, what are you, fifty? FINE. I WILL TELL HER." Leo rests his phone against his chest. "Annabeth, Piper says that if you want you can punch me."

"Noted," says Annabeth. "Can I see the phone?" Leo wordlessly hands it to Annabeth.

"Hey, Piper," says Annabeth. "There is no reason for me to punch Leo."

"Why not?" Piper exclaims. "He had the thing with the girl with the you in the room!"

"Okay, first off, that was not English. Second, no he did not. I just got back from my date with Percy."

"Then why aren't you two getting naked and freaky?"

Annabeth closes her eyes and sighs deeply. "Please, Piper," she begins, "never, ever say that phrase. Ever again."

"If you insist," says Piper. "But you're still allowed to punch Leo if you need to."

"Fine," says Annabeth. "Let Reyna put you to bed, okay?"

"I think she knows I like her," says Piper. "Like, feelings wise."

Annabeth feels her eyebrows shoot up into her hairline. "Say that again?" she asks.

Piper lowers her voice to a fairly poor stage whisper. "I kind of feel things for Reyna. But don't tell anyone. Especially not Reyna. No one can know."

"Okay," says Annabeth carefully. "I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"Good," says Piper, "because no one else knows."

Then she hangs up on Annabeth and Annabeth hands the phone back to Leo. "She's fine," says Annabeth. "She's got Reyna watching over her – we have nothing to worry about. Now," Annabeth turns to Percy. "You are going to fuck me into the mattress until I can't think about any of this bizarro past few minutes, okay?"

There's a brief moment of silence as Percy stares at Annabeth for a few seconds. Every once in a while she figures it's a good idea to drop one of these bombs on him to keep things interesting.

"That's pretty intense," says Leo, breaking the silence.

"Can it, Leo." Then Annabeth grabs Percy by the front of his shirt and closes the door behind her.

They walk down the stairs, Annabeth keeping Percy by the shirt, until they get to Percy's dorm room. "You understand your job?"

"Can this be a thing?" Percy asks. "Like – always? Because this is like…Really hot."

"Get out those keys and make me too busy to remember any of the ridiculous crap that's been going on."

Percy opens the door and Annabeth pushes him in. Her hands push against his coat, shoving it off of his shoulders. Percy chuckles, a deep shake in his shoulders that sends a shiver down Annabeth's spine.

"I think your zipper's stuck," says Percy against Annabeth's lips. "I can't get your jacket off."

"Hold on." Annabeth pulls the jacket and her dress off over her head. "There. Much easier."

"How – you're. I don't even…Fuck it." Percy pulls off his shirt and pulls Annabeth back to him, and Annabeth's head falls back as he brushes his lips against her neck, her jaw, her collarbone.

But this isn't going nearly as quickly as she was hoping.

"I'm all for foreplay," Annabeth says, eyes fluttering closed, "but remember that fucking into the mattress thing?"

"Got it," says Percy, and he picks her up and throws her down onto the mattress, immediately going for the hook behind her back.

"Unclasps in the front," Annabeth singsongs.

"God damn you're perfect," says Percy, and her bra is off in literal seconds. Then off come his pants and then it's a full thirty minutes of Percy taking "fuck me into the mattress" almost literally.

It's a damned good night.

REYNA

She wakes up with Piper curled around her, her head on Reyna's chest, an arm thrown across Reyna's waist, and a leg thrown across Reyna's legs.

After everything drunk Piper had said the night before, it's almost enough to make Reyna think Piper might have meant it all. But as much as people believe that drunk words are sober thoughts, Reyna's pretty sure Piper's going to have forgotten everything.

Piper mumbles a little bit, her fingers curling into Reyna's shirt, and something twists around Reyna's heart. "Reyna," Piper mumbles in her sleep, and Reyna holds perfectly still. She's got no idea if Piper's awake or not, and isn't sure if waking her up would be the best move.

"Reyna?"

Apparently Piper the answer awake. "Yeah?"

"I think I'm hungover."

"Really?"

Piper nods against Reyna's chest. "My head hurts."

"That may also be because you started drinking around 7 and went until around 10 and haven't had any water in about three million years. Also it's only eight in the morning."

"That too," mumbles Piper. Reyna leans over and grabs a bottle of water from under the bed and hands it to Piper, who guzzles it down quickly.

"That feels better," says Piper, her eyes fluttering shut again. She readjusts herself, resting her head on Reyna's chest. "I just wanna sleep until the world ends. Can I do that?"

Reyna can't help but smile. "You can stay here as long as you like."

She does. Piper stays in Reyna's room until twelve, asleep and curled around Reyna even as Reyna writes papers and studies and neurotically checks her school account for a grade in her science class.

Eventually, there's a grade next to her most recent test, one she studied for for a stupid amount of time.

And for the first time in her life, Reyna has failed an exam. She knows there should be some heartwrenching feeling of failure knocking her off of her bed and forcing tears from her eyes. She is fully aware that she should probably be emailing the teacher right now, begging to retake it, for extra credit, for something.

But it's kind of okay. In fact, Reyna's completely okay. The exam was hard – really hard, actually – and she knows she studied her butt off. She calmly sorts through the syllabus the teacher had thrown at them the first day and discovers that, yes, he does scale exams if the majority of the class gets below a C.

So she really is okay with it, especially if the entire class struggled. There wouldn't be any severe repercussions. Which is good, because the lacrosse team was planning on dragging all the freshmen to some party that night and pretty much told to prepare for endless booze and dancing. Luckily the initiation process of the school's lacrosse team was alcohol, fun, and friends. It's not particularly difficult to want to be part of the time that way.

But Reyna can't help but sigh a little bit.

"You okay?" Piper asks.

Reyna jumps half a foot. "I didn't realize you were awake!"

"You kind of dropped your computer on my head at one point," says Piper. "I figured you would expect me to wake up."

"You thought I'd wake you up by dropping a computer on your head?"

"You've done stranger things."

Reyna consider this for a moment. "Duly noted. But how's that hangover feel?"

"The sleep helped," Piper replies. "And so did the water." Piper smiles up at Reyna, that twist in her heart getting worse with those eyes staring up at her. "When did I fall asleep for good last night?"

"Probably after the fourth or fifth time you told me never to tell anyone that I was, and I quote, 'my Reyna.'"

It's the wrong thing to say. Piper sits up straight. "I said what?"

"Never mind," says Reyna, shaking her head. "I probably heard you wrong."

"I blacked out," says Piper, "I totally don't remember any of last night. When did I fall asleep? Time wise. I, um, won't know anything about what happened. Like things that were said. Pretend I never said any of it."

Reyna fights the desire to ask "all of it?" and instead says, "you were out before midnight. Which means you got about twelve hours of sleep."

"Well then," says Piper, crawling out of bed. "Wait, did you dress me in your pajamas?"

Reyna shrugs. "You were very adamant that you couldn't sleep in the skirt you were wearing. And then you ranted about how uncomfortable bras were and chucked it across the room."
"Sounds like me," says Piper with a shrug. She changes out of Reyna's pajama pants and, strangely, keeps on Reyna's sweater.

"You going to take off that sweat shirt?" Reyna asks, fighting back a smile. Piper looks down and shrugs.

"Nah."