Riptide | Percy Jackson

Chapter Two

Riptide is a notorious and dangerous assassin, none had seen his face and any that did never lived long enough to tell anyone else. He was a fearsome fighter, one of the strongest in the entire agency. Favoured of their assassin leader, the Sea Dragon. Riptide was deadly, it didn't matter whether or not he was armed, everyone died all the same.

Percy Jackson on the other hand is a clumsy, disaster attracting little shit. Percy Jackson was sarcastic, idiotic, carefree absolute himbo of a man. He fit all the boxes, he was unbearably kind (Sally raised him right), unfortunately buff and an absolute fuzz brained being that lacks any form of common sense. In fact if someone offered him a drop common sense he would only then be on the same level as a newborn baby that just stares at bright lights.

Funny how those two are the same person. No-one would guess and to be honest thats probably why he hasn't been caught yet.

As of right now his local idiotness is happily walking to The Coral Reef Bar whilst listening to music so that he can actually show up to work on time. Now you might be thinking, why does he work in a bar. Well the answer is easy. The Coral Reef Bar is not a normal bar.

No, not at all.

The Coral Reef Bar is a huge bar that connects onto a hotel, Percy has been serving drinks at discos, clubs, parties and just regular old customers for 7 years. And 6 of those years he has been an assassin. Coincidence? I think not.

The Coral Reef Hotel is the perfect cover for a lot of things, a big name hotel draws no attention in the world of detectives and police. Especially not the DoO, the hotel ceo is personally related to Chairman Z, so they never pry too closely. It all works perfectly. The majority of the hotel staff know nothing and keep the hotel running just as normal. And everyone in the loop are spread out, it wouldn't do if everyone could be linked to one particular part.

That wouldn't really be ideal.

Percy was broken out of his thoughts by a hit to the face. He pushed away scowling, "Watch where you're going would you."

It was only when he heard laughter behind him that he realised he was talking to a wall, literally.

A blonde walked past him, "Careful Percy, that wall isn't watching where its going."

Percy glared at her, "Annabeth I am not dealing with you today."

"Tough shit I'm the bar with you today," Annabeth called over her shoulder. "For 8 hours."

"No!" Percy frantically pulled his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through his photos for this weeks rota. When the picture actually came up he zoomed in before falling dramatically to his feet. Crying out in mock anguish.

He didn't know how long he was hunched over, sobbing fake tears but he could still hear Annabeth laughing so obviously not long enough.

A shadow was cast over him, darkening the ground in front of him. "Hey are you ok?"

"Oh yeah I'm fine, just realised who I'm working with tonight," Percy said as he calmly hopped to his feet. He looked down at the man who had crouched beside him. He had longish curly blonde hair (why are there so many blondes in his life today), tanned skin, striking blue eyes. Percy watched as he stood up and oh- he's the same height as him and ooooo- he fills out that t-shirt really well. His eyes travelled up and down his body and he was definitely attractive. Percy was around a 5/10 on the chances he would say something stupid. Wait no take that up a bit those are designer shoes, 100% saying something he'll regret.

"Oh thats great," the man said with an awkward smile.

Percy gave him a smile, he was really doing this? "Say are you a model or something?" He did it, he did it no backing out now.