Dealing with Drama

Living his Life: Part 3

AN: Also, if anyone can translate tit sizes in bra cups, please PM me. My clueless ass can't understand shit, and I need to compare them to sports balls to give myself a comprehensive understanding. It's easiest that way.

Time: Same Day, Sunset

Phoebe and Atalanta cuddled into Percy's sides as he held them close, not fully understanding what was going on. Well, that was mostly because he was watching the football match on the TV. Bayern were thrashing Barcelona.

And he was loving every moment of it.

The sun was setting outside, and the bright day was slowly turning into night.

Percy leaned his back against the glass door, enjoying the slight warmth of the setting sun, his eyes glued to the massive television screen mounted on the opposite wall. His skin stung slightly from the chill of the AC, a delicious feel against his tanned skin. The warmth of the two girls snuggled close into his sides comforted him, keeping the nightmares at bay. Their soft, silky hair tickled his skin, their floral scent on his mind. Their smooth, bare skin pressing against his bare chest, their legs pressing against his.

His heart raced, though his close proximity to the two Huntresses was not the only reason.

His lips twitched upwards of their own accord, his eyes shining with glee as Coutinho, recently subbed on, scored another goal.

The kisses he had shared with the other girls were still fresh on his mind, and Percy knew that he was... digging his own grave. They would find out eventually. Hestia already knew, Piper suspected... and he knew that others had some gist of what was going on, especially the loose-lipped Aphrodite.

"Why are you shirtless anyway?" Atlanta started, only for Phoebe to complete her line. "Have you no shame?"

Percy snickered. "Were you twins in a past life?"

"That doesn't answer our question." The blonde asked.

"Shh, I'm watching the match." Percy reached for the remote, but it was already in Phoebe's hands. She flicked the remote out of his reach, switching through the channels.

"Hey, I was watching that!" Percy's protests fell on deaf ears, as she continued to surf through the wide array of channels.

"Football, football, football again." Phoebe wrinkled her nose as she watched Chelsea pass, and lose the ball to Tottenham. "What is this garbage?"

"Premier League," Percy muttered, but she was not paying attention, as she passed the remote to Atalanta.

"Basketball," she intoned bored, "Is there no good sports channels? Why are you even watching- ah, wrestling."

She watched for a few seconds, but then wrinkled her nose in disgust as she changed channels again. "Golf... ah-archery."

Phoebe voiced her thoughts, "Ugh, disgusting. Who would want to look at that when you have this sexy body right here?"

She laid her palm flat on Percy's chest, sending goosebumps up the god's skin, as she batted her eyelashes at him, staring up at him with her dark eyes.

Percy felt his self-control finally snap.

"Hey, I was watching-" Atalanta was cut off abruptly, as she yelped in surprise.