Dealing with Drama

Table Talks

Time: That Night

Thalia sat on Percy's right hand, shell shocked.

Her electric blue eyes were wide, her silky black hair dishevelled. Her pink lips were parted, glistening with saliva as she moved mechanically, eating her meal without her usual vigour. She was wearing only a short, plain white t-shirt, and denim shorts. Her pale, creamy skin glistened with beads of sweat, rolling down her smooth forehead. She carried with her the usual, fresh scent of ozone, and wet pine needles, which brought back many happy memories from Percy's, unfortunately short, childhood. Her shorter body unconsciously snuggled into Percy's superior frame.

The night outside was beautiful. The dark sky had just the perfect amount of clouds- pale shapes flowing across the endless expanse of clouds, particular constellations peeking out from between the clouds, the twinkling stars shined with an added jubilance tonight. The bright light of the moon bathed the tropical island in silver, the pale sand of the beach shining like ivory. The sea looked like an endless ocean of pale milk in the light of the moon, the frothy, gentle waves softly lapping at the shores. A strong tropical wind blew through the island, rustling the emerald, new leaves of the palms that dotted the beach. A slight chill lessened the unbearable heat of the tropical nights of Ogygia. The jungle was alive with the chirping of insects, speaking with a language of their own, flitting between the swaying arms of the large, imposing shadows, cast by the tropical trees.

The recently cleaned pool shined serenely, the silver orb of the moon shining in the dark sky reflected in the oddly calm waters of the pool. The deck chairs that lined it had been replaced in order, so that the entire area looked brand new. Shade giving palm trees lined the entire area, along with several umbrellas beside the comfortable chairs sprawled out. All signs of use had been removed, including the bottles of sunscreen and various other lotions, hats and sunglasses, and the floats, had been removed to their designated places.

Percy ran his hand through his raven hair, feeling his fingers tangle with his untamable locks, slick with sweat. His muscles burned with exhaustion, and he could feel the cramps in his body recede, the medicine finally taking effect. His skin slightly stung in the cool air of the room, and he regretted sitting right in front of the air conditioner. His lungs burned with exhaustion. He groaned in slight pain, making everyone in the room look at him in worry.

"I'm extremely sorry, Percy, Hestia!" Calypso apologised again, tears welling up in her eyes.

Percy waved her concerns off. "I had been planning to clean the pool anyway, don't worry. And besides, you did your best to cope with the aftereffects."

He moaned as Nemesis rubbed the soothing salve into his irritated, sunburnt skin. The sound made everyone else glare at her, to which, the goddess of revenge presented them with an innocent look. They were beginning to think that she had volunteered only so that she could openly grope and molest Percy's well-defined muscles.

But nobody could keep their ire on her for long, their hungry eyes immediately being drawn to Percy's shirtless upper body, which immediately brought blushes on their cheeks, despite their best attempts. Although they had seen the.... delicious sight many times, his bare skin never failed to make them hot and bothered. His broad, muscular chest rippled deliciously as Nemesis massaged him expertly, her soft palms as soothing, and comfortable as the healing salve. Sweat glistened on his bare torso, beads of sweat rolling down his chest and toned, chiselled abs. His raven black hair, slick with sweat, stuck to his sharp, divine face, every inch the epitome of a desirable Dark god, that evoked everyone's lust.

Who would find it difficult to be jealous of Hestia, knowing that she had been intimate with this hulking piece of meat, only last night?

Hestia was not forgiving. The normally cheerful goddess was silent, refusing to meet anyone's eyes, staring into her bowl with a permanent scowl etched onto her face. Her lips trembled as she tried to stifle the sobs threatening to escape her lips, her brown eyes glistening.