Lightnings Twin (Male OC X Pjo/Hoo)

Apparently Annabeth is a dom.

We stood in the shadows of Valencia Boulevard, looking up at gold letters etched in black marble: DOA RECORDING STUDIOS. Using king to see was very effective and the fact that he could turn invisible is even better.

Underneath, stenciled on the glass doors: NO SOLICITORS. NO LOITERING. NO LIVING.

It was almost midnight, but the lobby was brightly lit and full of people. Behind the security desk sat a tough-looking guard with sunglasses and an earpiece.

Percy:  "Okay. You remember the plan."

Grover: "The plan, Yeah. I love the plan."

Annabeth: "What happens if the plan doesn't work?"

Kaze: "the plan should work."

Percy: "Don't think negative."

Annabeth: "Right, We're entering the Land of the Dead, and I shouldn't think negative."

Percy took the pearls out of his pocket, the three milky spheres the Nereid had given him in Santa Monica. They didn't seem like much of a backup in case something went wrong.

Annabeth put her hand on his shoulder.

Annabeth: "I'm sorry, Percy. You're right, we'll make it. It'll be fine."

She gave Grover a nudge.

Grover: "Oh, right! We got this far. We'll find the master bolt and save your mom. No problem."

He slipped the pearls back in his pocket.

Percy:  "Let's whup some Underworld butt."

Kaze: "fuck yea"

We walked inside the DOA lobby.

Muzak played softly on hidden speakers. The carpet and walls were steel gray. Pencil cactuses grew in the corners like skeleton hands. The furniture was black leather, and every seat was taken. There were people sitting on couches, people standing up, people staring out the windows or waiting for the elevator. Nobody moved, or talked, or did much of anything. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see them all just fine, but if I focused on any one of them in particular, they started looking ... transparent. I could see right through their bodies.

The security guard's desk was a raised podium, so we had to look up at him.

He was tall and elegant, with chocolate-colored skin and bleached-blond hair shaved military style. He wore tortoiseshell shades and a silk Italian suit that matched his hair. A black rose was pinned to his lapel under a silver name tag. The kind of man I would be in to. If I hadn't seen him before in his real form.

Percy read the name tag, then looked at him in bewilderment.

Percy:  "Your name is Chiron?"

Kaze: "his name is Charon."

He leaned across the desk. I couldn't see anything in his glasses except my own reflection, but his smile was sweet and cold, like a pythons, right before it eats you.

Charon: "What a precious young lad. Tell me, mate, do I look like a centaur?"

Percy: "N-no."

Charon: "Sir,"

Percy: "Sir,"

He pinched the name tag and ran his finger under the letters.

Charon:  "Can you read this, mate? It says C-H-A-R-O-N. Say it with me: CARE-ON."

Percy: "Charon."

Charon: "Amazing! Now: Mr. Charon."

Percy: "Mr. Charon,"