[3] 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 ― p.jackson, l.valdez

001.

「001. creepy old men should be killed [oh wait-] 」

BARBIE WAS not one to complain a lot. not really. but godsdamnit if annabeth had just told her that the sleeves were too loose then barbie would have been able to do something about it when they were actually on the ship! but now? well it was too late for that now, annabeth. it's too late when you're walking up a rocky path somewhere, it's too late when the argo ii is long behind you! and yeah, maybe that was barbie being nit-picky, but she designed those gowns and she didn't want them to fit badly. the best she could do was summon a few paperclips and help keep the dress together.

"i told you that you should've come for your fitting," grumbled barbie, "but did you listen to me? nooooo!"

"lesson learned, barb," grumbled annabeth in defeat, "i won't do it again. promise."

"don't lie to yourself," grumbled barbie as she fixed the sleeve, taking a step back as they walked to access it.

now, you may be wondering... why is barbie annoyed about a gown? where where they walking? and why was jason grace (white boy supreme).... old?

a lot of those questions barbie could answer, but they were sort of complicated to answer. as for why barbie was annoyed well it was obvious. barbie had spent the days prior, after jason had given them a summary of what they needed to do, sewing in her beloved sewing room and trying to make historically accurate serving maiden gowns.

they were rather simple in features, sleeveless gowns that had a modest v-neck (because piper and annabeth had already theorised with barbie about the pervy old guys that where gonna be there and neither of the three really wanted to do with one of the creeps staring at them and sexualising them) that ended at the ankles. pair that with some laced sandals they manage to get together, and they looked pretty good.

the moments prior before they found themselves hiking up the mountain, they had been running around the top deck of the argo with hair pins and yelling obscenities.

"just let me finish your hair, annabeth!" yelled piper as annabeth made a mad dash for below deck.

"it hurts!" whined the blonde.

"suck it up!" yelled barbie as she finished putting her hair into an intricate bun, "we've all gotta do it, beth!"

"no!"

"annabeth chase let piper do your hair right now!" barbie commanded with her charmspeak.

usually, annabeth was able to throw it off. and she sort of did- but she faltered slightly, giving piper the advantage to hold her down as she started to stick more hair pins in annabeth's hair.

"i hate your charmspeak," grumbled annabeth.

"shush, head up," advised piper using her charmspeak so annabeth didn't resist.

"really hate it."

"you look nice," percy noted as she put golden clasps on her arms. he leaned down to probably try kiss her on the lips (but she was not getting distracted today!), but she turned her head slightly so he caught her cheek with a kiss instead. he pouted, "no kiss?"

"i have lipstick on right now that has been diligently put on," seethed barbie, tugging percy close by his collar so she was eye level with him, "if you dare ruin it. i will break up with you on the spot."