Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

98. Skater Boi Part 2

"So my dad said I could bring a friend to the gala tonight." Annabeth was over at Percy's.

"Maybe Thalia would like to go? Though your dad would probably prefer Piper."

"You big idiot."

"What?"

"I'm brining you."

"Oh no."

"What, you don't want to meet my dad?"

"...not really." She nudged his shoulder.

"Come on. There'll be free food, open bar, and we can make fun of the snobby rich people."

"Like you?" She bit his shoulder.

"Ha ha. Will you please come?"

"Of course."

"You're the best. Now, come on!"

"Where are you taking me?"

"Well, do you own a tux?"

"Do I look like I would own a tux?"

"Exactly."

"I can rent my own tux." She sent him a pointed look, and he just sighed. "Fine, but I refuse to wear one of those baby blue tuxes with the ruffles."

"Oh gods, Percy, it's not the seventies anymore. Nobody wears those anyways. Where did you get that idea?"

"Sorry Miss Princess, not all of us get to dress all fancy all the time."

"Sure, but you went to high school, you had a prom."

"I actually didn't go to my prom."

"What!? Why not?"

"I didn't have anyone to go with." He shrugged, trying hard not to meet her attempt at a sympathetic look. The problem is that no matter what, it feels patronizing. It's not her fault, and he knows she's not actually being patronizing, it just feels like it is. "Maybe Paul has a tux I could borrow."

"Have you seen that man? He has stick arms, you wouldn't fit in it even if he did."

"Are you calling me fat, Wise Girl?"

"You just want me to say how big and strong you are, well you're fresh out of luck."

"Dam."

"Now come on. Besides, I'm almost certain you'll get more than one use out of it."

"Not if your dad doesn't like me."

"I don't know if you heard but it's been a while since fathers had full control over their daughters' lives."

"So even if he doesn't like me, you still will?"

"Nobody said I like you now." He poked her taser point making her jump a little.

He held the door for her to the tux shop.

"Francis?"

"Annabeth, darling, how are you?"

"I'm good, Francis, this is Percy. He needs a tux for that gala we have coming up."

"The regatta gala?"

"Exactly."

"He doesn't seem like—"

"Now, Francis, you weren't always the man you are today, now were you?"

"I suppose not, come along Peter."

"Percy."

"Come along Percival."