Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

Kickstart My Heart 2

By @scrxbbler on ao3

"Turkey on rye going out!"

"Brunch Burger is ready!"

"Percy, get table five more water!"

"Can we get a new pot of coffee out here?"

The noise of the diner was drowning out all of Percy's thoughts; Annabeth or otherwise. It was mid-afternoon, and the lunch crowd bustling through the thirty feet by thirty feet diner in the center of town. Most of the customers were the usuals; other college students home for the summer, some patrons coming in on their lunch breaks from office's in different parts of town.

The four cooks move through the kitchen with practiced ease; an unknowing dance between them as they glide around each other to different parts of the kitchen for dish essentials. The fervent smell of bacon reigns supreme, stacks of it on a plate near the griddle where the burgers are usually cooked. Percy has to cover his nose because of the odor.

"Percy, where's their water?!"

"Shit, sorry!" Percy looks to the table, the four occupants obviously looking around for a waiter. He picks up the small tray topped with three plates; each three a different combination of the same lunch Bacon Burger that can become a local favorite. Pushing past some customers getting up to leave, he deposits the tray and makes sure that it's what the customers ordered; smiling and telling them to let him know if they need anything.

"Very sorry for the wait, can I get you guys some water to start?" Percy pulls up his small order pad, pencil in his right hand in case any of them want to order anything else.

"Diet Pepsi for me, please."

"Water is fine, thank you."

"Do you have any lemonade?"

Percy inhales his jaded look, smiling outwardly as the three of them begin to talk amongst themselves again. Writing down the Diet Pepsi and the water, he turns to the person on the right to answer their question. "Yes, we have strawberry lemonade, sugar free lemonade, and just regular lemonade."

"No rhubarb slush lemonades?" The woman asks, the displeasure seeping through her tone. Before he can answer, the old hag turns to the man next to her, "Bill, I told you we should've gone to McAllen's. They have rhubarb slush lemonades."

"Kittie, McAllen's doesn't open until one thirty." The man, Bill apparently, turns to Percy. "Is there really no chance of any rhubarb slush?"

"No, sir, we don't serve it."

The crone to the left of Bill opens her mouth next. "It's extremely easy to make, and we can make the tip worth it."

Percy inhales silently, hand gripping the pen so tight that his knuckles are going white. He stares down at the paper, then back up at them. "I'm sorry, ma'am, we don't serve it."

Kittie scoffs. "The service in this place is deplorable!"

"Kittie!" Bill pleads. The man looks to Percy again. "Son, is there absolutely any way you can make that lemonade?"

"All you need is some-"

"I'm sorry, but we don't serve it." Percy repeats, teeth gritted and smile equally unconvincing.

"I don't think I like your tone, young man." The crone states.

"The service here has been subpar. Where is Rudy?"