Sorry! Turns out that when you post at 2:00 AM you mix your stuff up and I accidentally posted the same chapter twice. This is as soon as I could whip out my laptop and fix it. Enjoy the REAL chapter. (I also threw in Chapter 9 out of guilt- which is great for you!) If anyone's wondering why I left the repost of chapter 7 there it was so people could comment on this one regardless of whether or not they'd already left a review like 'eeeerm stupid you got the chapter wrong' (though everyone was much nicer, thank you so much).

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8: Vegas: "we accidentally got married in vegas oops"

Percy woke up with hair all over his face and the smell of lemon flooding his nose. Also the stench of beer, but not just beer of course. Vodka, hard liquor; you name it, he had apparently used it to poison his body. Nice.

Then the associated headache popped up. Percy cringed as he sat up. Not nice.

"Annabeth," he muttered. "Where are we?"

"Dunno," Annabeth muttered. "What hotel did Hera book for us after the quest?"

"Dunno," Percy said. "But I'm pretty sure she probably got us two rooms and I'm not supposed to be in yours."

Annabeth laughed into her pillow and mumbled something like "Bite me and my unwed ass, cow goddess", but didn't make any more sign of wanting to move or otherwise commute with the outside world. Percy swung his legs off the bed and looked around the room to find Annabeth's bag. She always had Advil on her. Preparation, if not foresight, was the great thing about Annabeth (among others).

As he stumbled around the room his legs faltered and he nearly face planted on a TV stand. He stood up and his hand had landed on a paper. A very, very important paper.

"Uh- Annabeth," Percy said. "I… You know what, I don't think Hera would have any opposition to us sharing a room…"

"She opposes to us existing," Annabeth said.

"No, Annabeth, you- you don't understand. We… shit Annabeth, I think we got married."

Annabeth sat up, arching her eyebrows.

"What?" She asked. She clutched her head. "Owe, too fast. Okay, back to my original question- what?"

"Umm, we have a marriage certificate right here," Percy said. "With our names. And our signatures. It even has a seal on it…"

"Oh fuck," Annabeth said getting out of bed. She was wearing his quest-ripped t-shirt, wearing it better as per usual. She looked beautiful as she came up to him rubbing sleep out of her eyes to properly investigate the paper.

"Crap," Annabeth said.

"The good news is, I think it was a classy chapel." Percy said.

"Yeah, looks like it," Annabeth said. "Well… want to order room service for breakfast to celebrate?"

"How are you not freaking out?" Percy asked.

"I want waffles more than I want stress and existential anxiety," Annabeth said. "Besides. What probably happened is that we got pissed about being sent for a quest while camp is overflowing with willing demigods, we got our shit done because we're not amateurs, decided to fuck with Hera by sloppily getting married in Vegas, got super drunk, and hailed a cab to the hotel we remembered she'd booked for us."

"That sounds legitimate," Percy said. "And accurate. I fully support anything that pisses off Hera and leads to waffles."

Annabeth smiled, before her eyes got darker for a second. Dark with worry, Percy recognised that face.

"I know we were going to wait and do it nicely once we got out of college but… are we okay? This isn't a problem, is it?"

"I don't think the problem is that we accidentally got married, because that was going to happen anyways. It may as well be spontaneous and exciting and fun and Olympian tabloid-worthy. The problem is that my Mom wasn't there and she's going to kill me."