ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴇꜱ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴀʙᴇᴛʜ/ꜱᴏʟᴀɴɢᴇʟᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ

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Annabeth has to use her hip and her arm just to push the door open wide enough to squeeze in. It's a pain in the ass, quite literally because she has to use hers to get into her damn hotel room.

The lights are on. Something's off. Piper may have taken her to see the magic barrier for herself, but that didn't ease her tension. Something weird is going on.

She takes her chopsticks from her hair. It's a little annoying, having to fight with her hair down and constantly falling on her face, but it's absolutely worth the convenience of having weapons on her all the time.

"You here, Will?" she calls as the door slams shut.

There's coughing in the bathroom. "Over here..." Will groans.

Annabeth pockets her weapons and rushes to the bathroom, where her best friend is hunched over the toilet.

"Shit, Will, what happened to you?" she asks.

Will holds up a finger, as if to say 'one minute', and throws up. He falls back to rest on his heels and catches his breath. "I drank Bud Light today."

"Will, you dumbass. I mean, I love you, but that was stupid! You hate beer! And why would you drink so much of it?" Annabeth takes her shoes off and crouches down to talk to him.

"I played cornhole with Reyna and Nico and Leo, but I made the losing shot and had to buy everyone drinks, and everyone got beer, and I didn't want to get made fun of, and then they kept buying more rounds-"

"Shh, shh." Annabeth cuts him off. She puts an arm around his shoulder. "Do you need to get sick again, or do you want to take a nap?"

Will is in good company. "I think I should probably- oh shit." He throws up again.

"Okay, well... I hate to be like this, but I really need to shave my legs. Piper's making me go to this bachelorette party tonight, and that dress you got me is hella short. Did you pack any Spanx or just thongs?" she asks.

In reply, Will throws up in the toilet.

Annabeth shrugs off her jacket and wiggles out of her leather pants. They're tight; it feels good to take them off. She finds some shaving cream and a men's razor in Will's toiletries bag.

Will stares up at her helplessly as she takes a seat on the edge of the bathtub.

"Please... my razor..." he groans.

"Oh, this?" Annabeth says, flashing an innocent smile.

Will wipes his mouth with his arm. "I thought you said you couldn't go cause you weren't a- a bridesmaid..."

Annabeth ponders this. Is anybody going to this party that isn't a bridesmaid? "I'm good," she says. "Reyna's not in the wedding party and she's going." She lathers her leg in shaving cream and gets to work, careful not to even attempt shaving over her new tattoo.

"You're wearing the blue dress, right?" Will asks weakly.

"Yeah, that's what I said. And do I even have a choice?" Annabeth responds. "I think it's growing on me anyway." She finishes shaving and retrieves the dress from the drawer. It's short, even for her. You'll be able to see her entire tattoo when she puts it on.

She takes off her shirt; it's nothing Will hasn't seen before. They change in front of each other all the time. Well, it's mostly her changing in front of him. Will loves dressing Annabeth in clothes he could never pull off himself.

"Wear... something other than Converse. For me..."

"Fucking hell, Will you're drunk, not dying," Annabeth says. "But fine. Can I wear your cowboy boots?"

Will pulls his head out of the toilet long enough to say, "They're too big."

"So? I'll stuff the toes with tissues. Foolproof."

Will throws up again. How much did he drink?

"I'll take that as a yes. Thanks so much, Will!"

Annabeth steps into the dress and pulls her arms through the sleeves. "Think you can stand for a minute to zip me up?"

Will grabs the toilet seat and hoists himself onto his feet. Annabeth pulls her hair over her shoulder to keep it from getting caught in the zipper. That hurts like a bitch.

In three quick tugs, Annabeth's zipped up and Will's back to being hunched over the toilet, tossing up more cookies, or rather, Bud Light.

"My guy, are you sure you're just drunk, or do you maybe have food poisoning too?" she asks, digging through her makeup bag. Will didn't pack any of her CVS makeup from home, so she doesn't know what she's doing. Is this foundation or highlighter? Either way, Annabeth's not wearing a full face tonight. If she does that, she'll look like a clown by the time she and Piper are totally shit-faced. She finds what she's pretty sure is eyeshadow, and some mascara and eyeliner. It's navy blue eyeliner. Awesome.

"No... you're doing it wrong..." croaks Will from the toilet.

Annabeth looks at him with a half-finished eye. "Normally, I'd let you do it, but I don't want your Bud Light barf-breath in my face. No offense."

"None taken," Will says. He retches into the toilet, and an echo bounces off the bathroom walls.

Annabeth traces her lids with eyeliner. The navy blue is a little more vibrant than she anticipated, but she does have spider bites. Her makeup is probably going to be the last thing on people's minds.

She pins her hair up with her chopsticks. Will doesn't object. They both know that the chopsticks are non-negotiable.

"Okay, Will," she says. "Let's get you into bed."

"Engh," he groans.

Annabeth throws Will's arm over her shoulder and drags him army-style into the bed. "Don't barf on these sheets," she warns.

There's a trash can in the corner of the room, underneath a desk. Annabeth takes that trashcan and puts it next to the bed beneath Will's head. Just in case.

"Need anything else before I head out? We're pregaming in Piper's room," she says.

Will gags at the mention of more drinking.

Annabeth stuffs the toes of Will's cowboy boots with tissues.

He closes his eyes and smiles.

"What?" she asks.

"You're not going to want those tissues anywhere else?" he says weakly.

"I sincerely doubt Hazel's bachelorette party is a 'stuff your bra' occasion," Annabeth says, putting the boots on. She clicks her heels together. They look kind of cool. She likes the paisley design going up the sides. Just as the boot on her right leg ends, her tattoo starts. In all honesty, she didn't think this tattoo would be as big as it turned out, but she loves it anyway.

She stands up, ready to go.

"Wait," says Will.

She turns around.

"Can you please play Red (Taylor's Version)?"

Annabeth rolls her eyes. Will is such a Swiftie, and she loves him for it.