Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

So Bad But He Does It So Well 6

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Percy was in no way certain how he had been talked into attending a sorority formal, let alone while wearing a ludicrous bow tie.

Okay, so he probably wasn't being entirely truthful. He knew exactly how he'd been talked into the bow tie; it was exactly how he'd been talked into his dark blue dress shirt and neatly pressed charcoal slacks, and it didn't involve much talking. Just Annabeth and her four magic words: "Wear this for me?"

He'd yet to discover an effective way of saying no to her when she said that. He probably never would, so long as she kept asking him while she had on some lacy scrap of lingerie or had sex mussed hair and kiss swollen lips. She played dirty, that girlfriend of his, and Percy - being the giant sucker he was for Annabeth's, well, everything - always fell for it.

So, yeah, the bow tie had been a bit of an easy sell for her. The formal? Not so much.

Given that Percy's general reaction to anything Greek life related was to flee in the opposite direction, securing him as her date to Alpha Beta and Delta Nu's spring formal had been a bit of a challenge. In Percy's opinion, the formal was a waste of their time. If he was gonna spend a weekend out of the city with Annabeth at a swanky hotel, he wasn't gonna do it without a busload of frat douchebags and their asshole girlfriends along for the ride. How was he supposed to romance her properly without worryin' some dick in salmon colored pants might swoop in and ruin the moment, huh?

But, for whatever reason, the formal was important to Annabeth. Even if he bitched up a storm about it, in the end, Percy cared about what was important to her. It was well past time him to step outside his comfort zone. God knew how many dive bars and shady venues with sticky floors Annabeth had to suffer through to watch his band play since they started dating. The least he could do was wear that suit she'd bought him and go dancing with her for a weekend.

And once he saw the little gold number she was planning on wearing? Like hell was he staying home and letting some asshat pledge get near her.

Sweet mercy. He'd wear bow ties every damn day to get under that skirt.