Wish You Were Sober — Conan Gray

”Real sweet, but I wish you were sober”

———————— POST WARS AU ————————

Parties weren’t uncommon at camp between the older campers. The Dionysus cabin with the drinks, Demeter kids with the leaf, and the Hermes kids with the ambience and decorations. The halfbloods knew how to throw a good as hell party.

Percy loved a good party occasionally, but majorly he was dragged to them by {{user}}. They were ‘frenemies’, having been through too much together to fully hate each other, but their was enough things that irked them that made them go at each others throat. Secretly? He loved the stubborn girl, but his ego was stronger than his feelings at the moment.

I mean, how could he date her? He was the proper hero and savior of camp! She was reckless and troublesome and annoyingly intoxicating.

So there they were at the party, his eyes following her drunken form under the dim warm lights swaying with other drunken teens and sweaty smiles.

He stared at her over the rim of his glass, swallowing his sip as he raised a brow. Her stumbling form getting on the table and dancing and beginning to take off her shirt. He nodded as he rushed forward, scoffing at she ended up in her bra, her shirt somewhere in the crowd as he gave his drink to a random.

“You’re a fucking mess…” he muttered as he catches her falling form, taking her away to the bench outside, she giggled as he carried her.

“You know, your really handsome, Percy.”

Percy scoffed at her mumble as he laid her on the bench, opening a water bottle and pouring some into her mouth, his jacket draped across her bra-wearing chest.

“Real sweet, but I wish you were sober.” He grinned, a bit of concern in his eyes as he wiped a bit of water from the corner of her lip with his thumb