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"nope."
i shut uncle rhodey's request down immediately. i was back home in malibu for a few weeks so that i could keep an eye on the west coast. if anything happened, chiron told me he'd send a group of demigods so we can scout it.
"oh, come on," my godfather sighed. "what are you going to be doing today? no one else is available."
i glared at the three other faces through the screen. "no. tell pepper. she'll be wonderful for this job."
"i can't," pepper said quickly. "you paid for an all exclusive spa day for me, and i don't want to waste your money."
"go ahead," i told her. "i'll pay for three more spa days if you take this one thing."
"no," pepper said. "i need this. and i know you don't want to do this, but come on riley. please."
"ugh! what about you, rhodey?" i asked. "i bet you have nothing important going on."
"i'm going to pretend that i'm not offended," rhodey said, "but i have an important meeting coming up, and no i cannot miss it."
"what if you throw up?"
"i'm not going to throw up."
"i swear to gods, i will buy you fake vomit if it'll work."
"no, riley," uncle rhodey sighed. "you can not buy me fake vomit in hopes that i won't have to go. i still have to go. as a matter of fact, it's starting in five minutes, so i'm going to leave now."
