Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

135. At The Copa

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The camera pans in on a woman, dressed to the nines like she is every night. She's alone at the bar. Not a new sight.

The lights flash behind her in time with the music as a charming young bartender refills her drinks with a glance at his direction; she's a true regular. Always a fireball and Dr. Pepper.

After all, it was his drink.

He always loved too hard. It was what attracted her to him.

The night he strolled in the bar thirty years ago washes over her the deeper into her glass she gets.

She had been on stage, yellow feathers in her hair. He worked the bar. His charming smile and kind eyes that caught her own, a flutter akin to nothing she'd ever felt before. At least, not to that extent.

It was kismet.

He was the jealous type–she would never admit it, but it felt nice to be wanted so passionately by another human being–

It's also what killed him.

She was supposed to tour the big cities that summer. He worked overtime to help her get there, every penny saved was for her dreams of being the star he knew she could be. And he wasn't the only one fighting to get her there.

Connor Stoll. His Daddy owns the club.

Annabeth explained one night as she lay atop Percy's chest.

"No wonder he never tips." Percy laughed into kissing her.

"Mm I always get tips." She bit her lip playfully, pulling away to look at his red face.

"Maybe I need feathers?" Percy turned them over and buried her in the sheets.

As soon as Connor learned of Percy's role in Annabeth's life he seemingly doubled his efforts to cause a disturbance in their relationship.

On one specifically busy night Percy had a lot to clean before he could clock out, leaving Annabeth with more than enough time to get pulled into one of Connor's "work talks."

Percy found them giggling in the booth near the door as Connor toyed with one of Annabeth's tassels... from her set...three hours ago.

"Beth, are you ready to go?" Percy called out across the bar once he caught a glimpse of them.

"Ye– Yes, yeah, let's go."

Percy eyed Connor as Annabeth slipped her hand in his coat to hold his torso. (despite how sweaty he was)

"That guy, Beth–" he started as they ducked out of the club.

"He does it to get a rise out of you." She smoothed his sternum before getting in the car.

"He does it because he wants you."

The following day Percy had the late shift, meaning he drops Annabeth off at the club and works his second job until five when he has his shift.

For the first time Connor was nowhere to be seen as Annabeth stunningly performed for the crowd, working them over for more tips as the music blared and the lights bounced.

Percy felt genuinely happy for the first time since Connor showed his ugly mug a month ago.

As he finished topping off a woman, his vision tunneled as a blonde guy with a creepy scar right through his eye and all along his left cheek. A jagged, painful looking scar, sure to have a story to match it, entered.

Percy seemed to not have been the only one to notice the scar man as a group of equally dressed suits escorted him to a booth deadset in the middle.

Percy's eyes were fixed on him. The way he moved through the club as if time had stopped for him. A diamond adorned his pinky the way men of a high caliber in his society do.

Annabeth's next song started, and the tassels flew with her hips.

Once Annabeth finished her set, he called her over with a whistle of his lips and a twirl of his finger.

Annabeth, knowing a sucker when she sees one, strolls over to him in the most 'get-tips' way she could.

Percy watched from afar as the man in white introduced himself, kissed her hand, and sat her in his lap–

Understanding the man in the white suit's disgusting intentions, Percy socked him in the jaw, stunning the man, but not quite the effect Percy was going for.

The man cracked his jaw back into place before tackling Percy to the ground, the man in white's men following them down in a dogpile.

BANG.

A shot fired from the dogpile.

People fled in panic.

Annabeth was still trying to process what exactly happened as the man in white walked away, blood staining his white suit.

A sickening sensation washed over her. Percy hadn't gotten up yet. She couldn't see him– at least not from where she was.

"Someone call 911!" Voices shouted and faded into the background as she pushed her way through the crowd.

"Percy?" She cried out.

"Annabeth– don't." One of the managers (who should have stopped this from happening) tried to keep her from seeing exactly what happened.

"Not now Barry." She snapped, yanking a yellow feather from her hair.

Grabbing her tightly by the arm, he yanked her back on stage, "stage, Beth, come on–" Barry grunted as he hoisted her back on the stage.

"No, Barry, I need to see him."

"Trust me?"

And maybe it was the sincerity in his voice or the look in his eye, but she knew she had lost the greatest love she had ever felt in her life.

Now she sits at the bar and reminiscences of the days of her youth and all that could have been for her.

And we set our scene as a man in a white suit takes his place next to her at the bar and orders a double.