The Tombs | Evening | Wednesday | December 29

[seaweed_demigod]

The only bar Percy had ever been was the one on the island so being in some bar in Washington DC was a little different. Of course, he wasn't really thinking about that. He was more focused on the stinging in his forearm and the puffy white bandage that was peeking out from underneath his loose sweater. He kept having the childish urge to poke

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[trickydemigod]

"Stop making faces," Luke said, sitting down next to Percy. He was glad to sit since his ankles were sore as hell now thanks to the placement of his tattoo. Or tattoos, rather. "It looks good."

[deaths_demigod]

"Or will, if you can keep yourself from poking at it," Nico added, taking a spot on the other side of Percy. "We'll get you a drink and you won't even notice the ache."

Nico was so going to still notice the ache when it came time for practice in the morning, ugh.

[seaweed_demigod]

"Do you want me to kick you in the leg, Luke?" Percy asked, making a face. "I can if you keep making fun of me."

[trickydemigod]

"Kick me in the leg and I'll punch you in the face," Luke warned. They were such a happy, functional couple.