YIt was a universally accepted fact (to Percy at least) that Percy Jackson's life sucked Tartaric balls. For everything that he seemed to achieve in his life, there was always something that seemed to pop up just for the single purpose of drowning his sense of achievement with sheer suckishness.

He succeeds in the great prophecy? A bigger prophecy comes around to shit on that achievement in sheer scope and implication. He defeats that one? A choice is forced upon him...

Percy's face scrunched up bitterly at that train of thought and he chugged down on his mug... Of
dry gin.

The point was, as expected for one whom had lived all his existence with a life that sucks major hellion balls, he had gotten used to the suckish nature of his life and quite honestly, he pretty much expected shit to continually go sideways for him.

And then Natasha happened and he forgot his Golden rule.

Don't get too comfortable.

He took a swig from his mug again.

Pietro winced on his behalf, "I didn't know that you could drink gin from a mug" he muttered. "You don't" Wanda replied dryly. "How long has he been like this again?" He asked.

Wanda popped another eclair into her mouth and chewed slowly, letting the chocolate and caramel run down her throat pleasantly and experiencing a brief moment of euphoria, "three months and eight days" she replied.

"Must be some experience huh?..." Pietro stated quietly making his twin raise a perfectly maintained eyebrow (something she seemed to do a lot these days) at him.

Pietro continued, "I mean, he spent the entirety of the Yuletide season completely hammered with the new year as a top up... I mean does he still have a liver?"

Wanda gobbled up another eclair, "Logically..." She swallowed, "... and medically speaking he shouldn't, but considering the fact that he isn't really human in the first place I think we should re examine what is logically and medically possible in regards to Percy".

Pietro watched Percy guzzle down the last of his gin... And promptly smashed the glass mug in
his palms.

"... Think he needs chemical help?" Pietro asked cautiously.

"You just want an excuse get high on weed again" she stated off handedly as she finished of the
last of her eclairs, "... Go for it".

...

Percy glared at the remnants of what used to be his favourite glass mug as it littered his drink
counter.

'At least something feels more broken than I do' he chuckled bitterly.

He raised a brow as the Maximoff twins took seats next to him, Pietro on his left and Wanda on
his right. He opened his mouth to give a sarcastic remark but faltered as he saw Wanda pull out a bag of
green stuff from her left Jean pocket.

Pietro pulled out the rolling papers from his jacket pockets.

The smell of the finely grounded green leaves wafted into his nose.

Wanda turned to her twin, "You got a light?" She asked off handedly as she took a sheet of rolling paper and began to put the stuff between them.

Finally Percy managed to get a grasp on his mouth, "Is that weed?" He asked a tad bit too excitedly.

Wanda raised a brow at him, "what do you think?" She asked drily.

A small smile broke out on his face at the question, "I think you should have told me that you wanted dope"

He stood up and vaulted over the counter, he bent down and opened a compartment on the ground... And pulled out a bag of vibrant and even greener marijuana.

The already rolled blunts dropped out of the respective fingers of the Maximoff twins.

A faint 'holy shit' escaped Pietro's lips.

A smug grin wormed its way to Percy's face, "Yes, holy shit is right... Save your rolling paper, we're going to put it to better use on this bad boy.

Wanda shook off her stupor and with a light flick of her wrist levitated a bottle of Hennessy to
her hand, "Might as well make it a party don't you think?" She stated with a light smirk.

...

"You know... The SCP foundation could have some elements of truth to it at best and could be an actual thing at worst" Pietro mused as he dragged on his blunt.

Wanda blinked at him before rolling her eyes at her stoned twin, "How many blunts have you hit so far?" She asked tiredly.

Thick smoke escaped the lips of the silver haired twin and he blinked at her, "Uhh..." His eyebrows scrunched slightly in thought, "... Eight or there about" he answered casually.

She stared at her twin dubiously.

Percy puffed out a cloud of smoke of his own, "He's had twelve blunts" Percy corrected, and Wanda did a spit take with the Hennessy in her mouth.

"Come again now!?" She barked.

Percy sloshed down the last dregs of Hennessy in his cup, "I think that we should lay off the weed for now" he stated, more to himself actually.

Pietro took the puff of his blunt and quenched it on the ashtray, "Well you seem to be in better spirits" he said in reference to Percy.

Wanda shot him a dirty look.

To their individual surprise, Percy barked out in laughter.

Pietro shot his elder twin an accusing look.

The elder twin returned the look with a guilty smile.

The exchange was brief enough for Percy to miss. But then again, he was in the throes of mirth so his lack of attention could not be blamed.

"Yeah sorry about that..." He said as he wiped mirthful tears away from his eyes, "... I guess I've been a bit of an emo brat for the past couple of months haven't I?"

"You think?" Came Wanda's sarcastic retort.

"Yeah, you've been a bit of a bitch for some time" Pietro stated as he stared at the remnants of the marijuana which Percy had kept out of his reach with a look of wanting in his eyes.

Percy grumbled a few choice words under his breath at the rather demeaning description. "Tell you guys what, how about we take a vacation, how does a full month of vacation sound?" He asked.

Pietro looked at him dubiously, "You mean that when we left your apartment to move in here wasn't actually a vacation?"

Percy stared at him like he was dumb, "We just switched houses..." He paused to shift the marijuana even further out of Pietro's reach, making said speedster glare at him with a look of betrayal, "... How exactly does that qualify as a vacation?" He finished.

Wanda snorted in a rather unladylike fashion, "I dunno, maybe because moving out of a crappy one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn to a freaking mansion in Boston with everything one needs to kick back and relax does seem like a vacation to those of us who have never seen a million dollars, even in passing, in our lives."

"… that was a very depressing way to describe your life history" the half blood stated flatly.

"She's a depressing person in general" Pietro added his two cents.

"I'm not depressing… I'm just blunt as hell" she shot back.

"Must be why you enjoy hitting blunts so often" her twin snorted.

"…"

"…"

"… Was that supposed to be funny?" Wanda asked with obvious sarcasm in her tone.

"That was clever word use, something I'm sure you have no skill in" Pietro bit back.

"Can you two please not fight again, I don't think I have it in me to separate both of you again"

The twins glared at each other.

"… So I guess that's a yes to the vacation after all?"

A double "Duh" from the Maximoff twins was confirmation enough for him

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"You know, when you told me that you were taking us on vacation, it didn't cross my mind that your idea of a vacation was us taking a 'God knows how long' drive across the United States, all the way to the Mojave desert and sitting here in the sun for an additional hour"

Percy groaned in exasperation, "I told you already, be patient, our ride will be here soon"

"A ride you couldn't call ahead of time?"

His hands flew up in further exasperation, "Hell's, you fit the description of a nagging wife, you know that?"

Wanda stuck out her tongue at him.

"Have to give you credit Percy, sometimes you and red witch over there behave more like siblings than I and her"

Wanda's eye's flashed with irritation, "First off… Ew" (Percy's eyes refrained from rolling in exasperation), "Secondly… red witch? Is that the best that your alleged fast thinking mind could come up with as a nickname?"

Pietro thought about it for a full four seconds (a lot of time for a speedster to think on a particular topic), before frowning slightly, "Okay that name was kinda lame"

Wanda smirked in victory, a smirk which just as quickly turned into a frown, "Uhh… that looks suspiciously like a flying war machine…"

Percy turned to the skies, before sighing in relief, "Finally!"

The twins stared at him dubiously (they seemed to do a lot of that more often these days).

Percy merely sat on the hood of the vehicle and began to fiddle with his smartphone, "Here comes our ride"

The stares remained.

He continued to fiddle with the device.

Finally Wanda gathered her wits to ask the burning question, "Any reason why our 'ride' is a huge flying metal death machine with enough weapons, from the look of things to flatten the Empire state building?"

The half blood blinked at the question… "Uh… That one was built for international travel"

The twins confusion grew.

"You mean that… thing is civilian grade?"

"Not exactly… but it isn't military grade either"

Pietro whistled… "Damn… "

Wanda raised a questioning brow, "Where did you say we were going for vacation again?"

Percy grinned, "Oh, you'll see"

AN: Um… Allo? So, I don't exactly have a reason for… Ah fuck it.
So long story short, I lost interest (and faith) in fanfiction, I don't know why, it might be something major like the lack of new content, the excessive political correctness in the stories I've encountered, the inability of new writers to take constructive criticism and actually develop their stories or something less grave like I actually prefer reading original works more than fanfiction.

Or, it might be because Final year (both prior to it and currently) is kicking my ass, whatever the case may be… this story isn't dead… yet.

However, I cant guarantee anything in terms of chapter length or frequency in updates… so, please don't hang me… yet.

I have missed you guys though… and if you guys choose not to review this to punish me, then I totally understand.

Peace out.

Love ya'll

ALTAIR25