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Annabeth liked her shots. Vodka, tequila, maybe a nice glass of Jack Daniel's. A little correction: she liked getting drunk and forgetting about her life problems. One shot, two, three, ten. The neon light of the club started to blur in her peripheral vision.
Lately her life consisted of looking at his Instagram, waiting for another story, another post, another glimpse of his current life. He forgot to cut his hair, it is now at his shoulders, which undeniably looked very hot. But don’t tell Piper that she thinks that way.
Piper told her earlier what happened at Rachel's party. Percy and Rachel talked. Just talked. No kisses, no going upstairs. Yet Annabeth was the crazy ex-girlfriend and immediately went to drink her sorrows away. Piper insisted that she wasn’t crazy, but still very much in love. In Annabeth’s opinion there wasn’t much difference between the two.
On his Instagram he posted more about dancing. She knew he took up some dancing classes, but she never even knew he was interested in dancing. Percy always looked awkward with his long limbs, even though she found it cute. Maybe now his limbs would look more in place, as if he was a runway model.
‘And so…yeah…I am so sad…’ she said dragging out the “a” in “sad”.
‘He sounds like a real douche, that ex of yours.’ Said the guy at the bar.
‘Percy…isn’t a douche. He is very nice.’
‘Mhm. Sure, he is. Still a stupid man.’ He said. ‘If he missed out on such beauty.’
Percy wasn’t stupid. And he didn’t miss out on shit. The guy at the bar was shapeless. He smelled not like Percy, didn’t sound like Percy and wasn’t Percy, which to be honest were all the qualities she was avoiding in a man.
‘I…I need to go.’ He tried to talk her out of it, but Annabeth left the neon lights. The cigarette smoke outside of the club made her nauseous. So nauseous that she…
‘Ew.’ The vomit on her dress started to spread on the fabric, making a dark spot with chunks of strawberry daiquiri in it.
‘Shit, you, okay? ’Asked a voice. Annabeth turned around and saw a mop of black hair and green eyes.
‘Great, now I am imagining you.’
‘Annabeth?’ he asked confused. ‘What are you doing here? Are you okay? Do I need to bring you home?’
‘Shut up.’
‘What?’
‘I said shut up. You’re in my head anyway.’
‘I can assure you I am not. Do you need me to bring you home.’
Annabeth shook her head at Imagination- Percy. ‘I want to go to Percy.’
‘Gosh, Beth. What happened…’
‘You. You happened.’
Then she blacked out.
***
Annabeth woke up with her heart in her head. Dump-dump-dump. In her head. And a huge migraine. She opened her eyes with much trouble and the sim light blinded her. She then realised they were warm yellow. She didn’t have warm yellow lights at her apartment. And she was sleeping on a very comfortable bed with a blanket scented with the Downy fabric softener. She didn’t buy fabric softener. Her eyes flew open, and a familiar scene unfolded in her eyes. A wide apartment with a crocheted sofa, a black table, paintings of sunsets and a wall made of fake bricks. Someone was singing in the kitchen and the smell of pancakes hit her nose.
Percy entered the main room and smiled at her.
‘What the fuck.’ She said.
‘Do you remember anything?’ he asked.
Annabeth shook her head slowly.
‘I am so sorry, I wanted to bring you to your apartment, but I couldn’t find your keys.’
‘Right…Am I imagining this?’
Percy laughed. ‘No…you said the same thing last night.’
‘Did we do…anything?’
He frowned. ‘You were drunk. Who do you think I am?’
She slowly nodded as the realization creeped in. She was hangover. In Percy’s apartment.
‘I made you pancakes; they are on the stove.’
‘Right…Percy why are you so calm about this?’
He smiled and winked at her.
‘Yesterday you passed out in some bush behind a club, telling me that you wanted Percy-‘
‘Oh God.’
‘Yeah, and I was kind of thinking. Do you want to have dinner today?’