ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴇꜱ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴀʙᴇᴛʜ/ꜱᴏʟᴀɴɢᴇʟᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ

xᴠɪ ᴡɪʟʟ | ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: ʀᴇᴠɪꜱɪᴛᴇᴅ

Ah yes, the walk of shame. Will hasn't done the walk of shame in quite some time. He can't wait to get back to his and Annabeth's room, accidentally-on-purpose wake her up, and then pretend like he isn't about to share everything that happened the night before. Who's the friend not getting any action now, Annabeth? How the tables have turned.

Will shuts the door to Nico's room, careful not to wake him up. He tucks his shirt back in, rubs the sleep from his eyes, and then he sees Annabeth, not looking much better than him.

They give each other the one over. Messy hair, smeared makeup, bare feet...

"Well," says Will. "Looks like I'm not the only one who got some last night."

Annabeth frowns from across the hall. She's carrying her dress and Will's boots and wearing a blue and white tye-dye t-shirt. It's more like a smock on her. It's a good look for her. Then again, she could look hot in a Hefty trash bag if she wanted to.

They walk down the hallway to their room in silence. Once inside, they sit down on the still perfectly made bed.

"I didn't sleep with him," Annabeth says at last. "I just got blackout drunk last night at the club and he took me back- remind me to murder Reyna by the way- and I don't know, I guess I came on to him, and there was a truck at some point, it's a bit of a blur." She examines a small cut on her palm.

"Who took you back?" Will asks.

Annabeth covers her eyes with her hand, rubbing her temples. "Percy."

Will winces. "Yikes."

"What was it you wanted to tell me?" Annabeth asks.

She's going to have to try harder than that. "I'm not telling you anything," he says, folding his arms over his chest.

"Fine by me, I guess," she says, tugging off Percy's t-shirt and tossing it into the bathroom. Out of sight, out of mind.

"Annabeth! C'mon! I just did the walk of shame! It's my time to shine!"

She sticks her hands on her hips. Her confidence is daunting. "Go ahead. Why were you doing the walk of shame?"

"Ugh! Be better than that! Give me some attention!" Will complains.

"Fine." Annabeth begins to brush her hair, still in her underwear. She has a funny way of doing things. "Please, oh please tell me who you slept with last night, and by golly, was his penis big?"

Will throws a pillow at her. "There you go!" He begins his story by telling her about how he went to McDonald's with Nico, and about how they're both Swifties now, and about how they tried to watch television together, but they turned it off after seeing an Amphisbaena in a dumpster-

"Shit! I forgot to go back for the body with Reyna!" Annabeth shouts. "And if you saw it on the news, that means it's definitely gone by now, shit!"

"Excuse me? This is my storytime! Let me finish and then you can tell me about the monster corpse," Will says. He clears his throat dramatically, and starts again: "Anyway, Nico turned the television off- or was it me?- but yeah, we turned it off and then we were quiet for a bit, and he seemed sad when I got up to throw my trash away, which was adorable, and then-"

"You know," Annabeth interrupts. "When the roles are reversed, I usually just tell you what positions we were in and if the person's body was good and you and I call it a day."

Will groans and slumps back against the pillows. "Fine. I topped him and he's probably hotter now than he was when we were dating. Is that all you wanted to know?"