Cleaning Up Percy Jackson's Multitude of Messes

VII ~ Chrys

After dinner which consisted of Riggs and Diago eating beef and broccoli stir fry and me eating a small salad with nuts (no meat for me, thank you), I walked up the stairs in search of a long needed shower. It took a lot of searching and a couple of wrong turns, but I eventually found a bathroom.

This man had way too much money. The bathroom was filled with marble and bronze faucets and the freaking toilet seat was lined in gold. Gold, for Juniper's sake! What did Riggs do to get this man to listen to her? Gods know.

I attempted to ignore the abundance of money around me and finished my much needed shower within fifteen minutes and dried myself with a way-too-fluffy towel. Once dressed, made my way downstairs to see what the others were up to and and turned the corner to see Riggs gracefully draped across a plush leather couch, munching on Cheetos and flipping through channels on the huge plasma screen television above the fireplace. Diago sat on the adjacent couch and asked her to check if they have Netflix.

"Shower is open," I said as I sat in a La Z Boy and towel dried my fiery hair.

"BLUE!" Screamed Riggs, leaping off of the couch and sprinting upstairs, leaving Diago and I staring after her in confusion.

"Um...Okay," I said after a moment's silence. "Find anything on?"

"Um, yeah. Bones good?"

I nodded my head in answer and Diago flipped the channel to the awesome forensic anthropologist making yet another discovery on yet another decaying corpse. It didn't take long for my head to hit the back of the La Z Boy and for me to sink into dreamland.

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I was suddenly jolted awake by Riggs' friend/debtor screaming at us that our car was here and shoving our bags at us, all the while calling Riggs something like a 'ducking glass pole'. We rubbed the bleariness of sleep from our eyes as we stumbled into the still dark morning towards our sleek, black car. We all had piled into the back before realizing that we didn't have a driver.

"Okay," I said, fighting a yawn. "Who knows how to drive?"

Both demigods looked at me with astonishment. "You mean you don't?" Diago asked me. I shook my head in answer, confused by the incredulous look on his face. "I find and protect demigods. There's not enough time for me to learn to drive."

"Don't look at me," Riggs told us from her half asleep state. "If I drove, we'd be dead within two minutes."

Taking in that advice, I turned to Diago and asked, "You're sixteen, right? Do you have your license?"

"No. I have my permit but failed the driver's test."

"The driving or written test?" I asked him cautiously.

He didn't answer.

"Fine," I said as I leaned over the front seat to plug in the GPS coordinates of the camp. "You're driving." I held my hand up before he could protest. "Just follow the GPS and follow the traffic laws and we should be good. Just please don't kill us."

He had grudgingly moved into the driver seat and I into the passenger seat beside him. Riggs, taking advantage of her new found room, had stretched across the empty backseat and promptly fell asleep after reminding him to keep his "pansy ass eyes on the road."

Diago soon turned the ignition and slowly pulled onto the highway that would lead us directly to camp. When we didn't crash in the first two minutes, I felt more comfortable and even happy as we made our merry little way down the road towards camp.

That is, until we got ambushed by a monster far from camp.
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