“Guess what I've got?” Thalia sang, skipping into Percy's cabin.
“What?” Percy groaned. “It's too early.”
“What about for booze?” Percy blinked awake, rolling his head to stare in sleepy astonishment at Thalia, who reached down to pull a bottle of booze out of her boot. “Surprise.”
“Seriously?” Percy muttered. “You brought me alcohol at dawn?”
“It’s actually, like, eight or something just as far away from dawn.”
“Who drinks liquor in the morning?” Percy moaned, throwing a pillow over his head.
“Me.” Thalia set the drink on his nightstand and drew two shot cups from her pocket. “And now you.”
“Go away.”
Thalia clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth. “How rude of you. Come on, share a bottle with me. You'll enjoy it.”
“I won't. Leave, Thalia, please,” Percy said, his voice muffled by the pillow. She ignored him and opened the bottle, which read Whiskey, and poured the two shots.
“Take it,” Thalia demanded. Percy removed the pillow, raised his hand to take it, and chucked it back at Thalia. She spluttered and coughed. “Bastard!” Percy chuckled quietly before Thalia's glass hit him on the head, falling onto the bed.
“Fuck you!” Thalia laughed then, leaning down to peck him on the lips. Percy pulled her back down, engaging in a full-on makeout session.
Whiskey was promptly forgotten.
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Snowfall
FanficSeeing Thalia Grace in a dress was not something Percy thought he would ever see. Then again, everyone dressed up fancy for the New Years party that Chiron decided Camp Half-Blood would be hosting. Percy probably would've been laughing at her if she...
