Hey! This is my first fanfic ever, so flames are accepted so I can correct what I did wrong. I got this idea from the Meet the Demigods section on the Blu Ray disc, when Logan and Alex were dancing.

Disclaimer: If I look like Rick Riordan, please take me to a surgeon because no girl my age should look like a middle-aged man.

People always tend to do the craziest thing when they are high.

For example, a son of Poseidon and a daughter of Athena slow dancing in public? Their parents would, of course, never approve of this, but here they are, dancing like there's no tomorrow.

Their saytr friend was off with a couple of woman, so they took advantage of this time alone. Sending hazy smiles to each other, they decide to spend the hour together. They'd been on all of the roller coasters, gambled, and even ran through the casino yelling like maniacs, and it was the most fun thing they'd ever done in they're life.

Somehow (they're drunken minds couldn't remember anything within a two minute time frame), they ended up slouching over each other, dancing to some song the DJ was playing. Percy was stepping on her toes, and she kneed him once or twice, but it was still very enjoyable. His slow mind was reeling over the fact that she was dancing with him, and hers was wrapping around the fact that he, suddenly, became very attractive in her blue eyes.

"You know, it's been really fun… whatever we were doing," he slurred.

She nodded in response, then realized that he couldn't see her, so she responded with a simple, "Yup."

He pulled away from her to look her in the eyes. "You're really pretty," he said drunkenly, then sniffed her for some strange reason, inhaling her rosy scent.

Annabeth, of course, didn't mind though. "Thanks," she whispered.

He ran his nose along her face, and her breathing quickened. His lips were so close to hers, and if she could move just a little bit…

She nudged her face towards his a fraction of an inch. He gasped inwardly. His mind was putty right now, but somehow he could remember something about her, something that made her his "forbidden fruit". She was a daughter of… somebody…

Her left hand moved upwards, barely stroking the small hairs on the back of his neck. It was killing Annabeth not to just grab him by the back of his head and force her lips onto his. Somehow, she managed to keep the animal inside her in a cage.

Percy wasn't doing any better. His face was an inch from hers, and their lips were barely brushing against each other… Finally, his nerves were defeated and he pushed his lips against hers.

There wasn't a spark, or heat. In fact, they were in such a drunken state that it was just sloppy and awkward. But, there was feeling behind, and maybe if they weren't so high it might've actually been decent.

But, it wasn't, so they're just going to have to try again.