Truth or Dare PJO style

Nico

Nico POV

I shuddered involuntarily, who knows what kind of messed up stuff Percy will make me do?

I absentmindedly twisted my skull ring while he seemed to ponder my torture. "Okay Nico, truth or dare?"

I bite my lip, if I choose truth he might ask me something about you know,who I like (him), and I can't lie I swore on the Styx, But if I pick dare Percy has a free pass to make me miserable, however he sees fit.

Deciding to be brave I say "Dare" but it comes out an octave higher than my regular pitch. Mentally slapping myself for pubescent sounding squeak I wait for the sea prince to make a decision.

He stands there for several moments thinking.

Finally he speaks." I want you to give Mrs. O'Leary a bath. Now."

I stand there confused,"what?"

"I said give my Hellhound a bath."

"No way bro, sorry not sorry but no way, besides that's hardly even a dare it's just a chore! Dares are supposed to be embarrassing or difficult not just annoying." I claim.

I love hellhounds, really, but have you ever tried washing one?

" It is difficult though, and embarrassing." He argues plainly.

"Come on, Percy, you know what I mean, It doesn't take guts,it's not scary."

He rolls his eyes at me," Maybe not scary for you, Ghost King, but for everyone else it is. Plus she needs a bath and I hate giving them so It's a win-win. There's no getting out of it Nico so just do it."

" Oh my Gods! Could you please explain how this is win-win?" I growl.

"Nevermind! Just do the dare, okay?" Exclaims Percy.

I almost laugh at how tense we are over truth or dare, almost.

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"Are you for real right now?" I mutter under my breath.

I'm standing in front of a colossal dog holding a soaping wet sponge the size of my torso. "Where do I even start!?" I asked louder this time.

The dirty concrete floor of the sword fighting building seems to shake every time that dog barks with excitement.

Luckily we'd moved the sword equipment out of the way because Mrs.O'Leary's swinging tail would have scattered and broken all of it. My friends stand behind me in a semi-circle laughing in anticipation for the show.

Mrs.O'Leary barks for what seems like the thousandth time before licking me from my toes to the top of my head.

Shouts of disgust and amusement come from the others. I take the XXL sponge and get to work scrubbing dirt, leaves and several unexplainable items from her thick, course fur.

To be blunt, it's not very fun..,

Half and hour later I have big, wet dog, a hairy sponge, many empty bottles of

' Shed Shack's special formula; shiny coat shampoo for dogs' (guaranteed to promote less shedding), and 8 of my closest friends ... Laughing at me.

Not that I expected any less...

"Jason," I call " truth or dare?"

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. " why me?" he asked.

I walked over so I'm standing in front him. " because I'm not going to pick my baby sister" I explain simply. Hazel beams at me. " And besides her, you're the only one that hasn't gone yet."

"Oh"

He's always had a way with words..