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Will likes expressing himself through his clothes. Some people- Annabeth- might say he's a little obsessed, but working in scrubs all day under a hospital dress code can really make a guy appreciate the aspect of creativity that accompanies choosing his own clothes.

And Will's not even part of the wedding party, so he gets to wear whatever he wants today. Sure, some people might say that a mint-colored suit is excessive, but Will's proud of this find. He got it from a consignment store one day when he and Annabeth were looking for their Halloween costumes. Annabeth, practical as ever, asked what kind of a function he'd possibly need a suit brighter than an Easter egg for.

Will just shrugged. If she can dumpster dive for roller skates, he can have a mint suit.

A guy needs a suit, and he's never had one of his own before. So what if it's a little impractical? He loves it. It fits like a glove too, and it isn't borrowed from one of his half-siblings.

He dabs a tiny bit of foundation onto his chin. Now is certainly an inconvenient time to be getting stress zits, but he can cope. He's adaptable... enough...

Nico's bound to be dressed the same as the other groomsmen; probably a black suit with a purple tie, by the looks of the venue. Purple's a great color; Will's excited to see it on Nico.

Speaking of purple, Hazel dropped off the most beautiful purple bridesmaid's dress for Annabeth last night.

And speaking of Annabeth, it's time to wake up Sleeping Beauty.

"Hey, c'mon," Will says.

"You better have a good reason for waking me up," says Annabeth, her face still pressed into the pillow.

"Well first off: you shouldn't sleep on your stomach like that 'cause it's bad for your back. And second: we've got a wedding!"

"Oh fuck." Annabeth pulls the covers over her head. "It's my worst nightmare! I've turned thirty-five and have to go through with my marriage pact with my roommate."

Yes, they did make a marriage pact one night when they were drunker than usual. Will can't imagine what it might be like to marry Annabeth. She'd probably skip the big white wedding and just go off to Europe or something crazy.

Fortunately, he's got Nico as an option, so he might not have to follow through on that marriage pact.

Yes, he has pondered Nico's proposition. He wasn't lying when he said he'd think about it. He hates to admit it, but his relationship might depend on the outcome of his and Nico's little side-project, the one to get Percy and Annabeth back together.

He's feeling pretty bittersweet about the whole thing, to be honest. He'll be happy for Annabeth and Percy, and happy for him and Nico, but what of his relationship with Annabeth? Could it be the end of Monday night clubbing and The Princess Bride and refrigerator sangria?

Oh, gods, the refrigerator sangria is probably hazardous waste at this point. Hopefully, they can get to it before the neighbors complain about a smell coming from their apartment.

Will grabs Annabeth's dress from the shower rod. He left it in there while he was showering so the steam would help de-wrinkle it.

"No. No fucking way," says Annabeth. "It looks like a prom dress."

"Then you should've said no to Frank. Get up," says Will. He unzips the dress, taking note that there isn't much of a zipper, to begin with. It's a backless dress, probably of Piper's choosing since she's the only bridesmaid that lives within the general vicinity of New Rome.