Characters belong to Rick Riordan.

The three girls walk down the dark New York streets toward one of the new clubs that sprung up right before summer vacation. The blonde in the middle fidgets her short dress, trying to tug it lower over her thighs but to no avail. She glares at her friend who's wearing a brightly colored dress with zig-zag patterns and has a headband across her forehead with two feathers hanging down. Her other friend – this one's dressed in a purple dress with gold peep-toe heels and jewelry – tries to reassure her that she'll have a great time.

The blonde isn't so sure.

The three girls stand in line to The Poseidon Club, eagerly trying to look over people's shoulders, trying to see the interior. From the street, they can hear faint bass music and see blue light slipping out of the doors as people leave. The girl with the headband returns her attention to her friends, an excited gleam in her eyes. "I hope we meet him." She says.

"Who?" The blonde continues trying to look inside, but listens to her friend as she speaks.

"Percy. He's the owner's son, apparently, and hot." She winks at her friends before adding, "but I doubt he's anything compared to Jason." Her friends snort and she turns bright red. She continues trying to fix her statement as the blonde looks over her shoulder at a sleek black car that has pulled up to the front of the club. She's half positive it's undercover cops come to shut the place down until the guy steps out.

Tousled black hair, a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows (which, she notices, display his amazing arms,) black slacks and dress shoes. A little too formal for a club, but she wasn't about to start complaining. She feels heat rise onto her cheeks and she quickly looks away, looking back to her friends… who are nowhere to be seen.

"Yo, Annabeth! Babe!" She hears hears her friends calling her from the doors of the club and she quickly walks to catch up to them. "You alright, girlie?" The one with with the headband asks, noticing her friend's flustered state.

"I'm fine, Piper. Just got a little worried when I couldn't find you guys." Annabeth lies, her grey eyes scanning the interior of the club. She fights her urge to start taking notes for her architecture class. "Whoa…" She breathes, taking in the scene. One the left side of the club is a tank filled with exotic fish which separates the dance floor from the tables and booths. The walls are white, black, and varying shades of blue. The ceiling wavers with blue lights, giving the whole club the effect of being underwater. Green and purple lasers sweep across the dance floor.

"This is gonna be freakin' awesome." Piper says, steering her friends by their shoulders to the middle of the dance floor. "C'mon, let's have some fun!"She swings her hips, her arms in the air and soon she's danced her way out of sight, probably dancing with some group of people on the other side of the club.

"Reyna, what are we gonna do with that girl?" Annabeth asks her other friend, who hasn't decided to leave her side just yet.

Reyna snorts, shaking her head and crossing her arms. "Honestly? I have no idea…" Her voice trails off as she watches a guy across the floor. She gives Annabeth a look that's a mixture of an apology and asking for permission.

The blonde waves her hand, smirking at her friend. "Go. Have fun. I'm going to get a drink, don't leave me here." And with that, she weaves through the dancing bodies towards the bar. Finding an empty chair, she hosts herself up and rifles through her purse for her phone. She doesn't have anyone to text - both of her friends are busy dancing with club guys - but she doesn't want to look lonely at a club of all places.

"Can I get you something?"

Annabeth looks up, startled. She has to bite back a gasp. It's the guy who got out of the car earlier. He's cleaning a glass, looking at her expectantly, but she can't seem to form words. Her brain has turned to mush. She can't look away from his eyes… which are a stunning shade of sea-green, and in the sweeping light of the club, look tantalizingly inviting. She swallows and shakes her head. "Um… yeah," she tears her eyes away from his and looks over the little menu quickly. "Just um… whatever is the least alcoholic. Please."

He gives her a look, a sly smile spreading across his lips which she really shouldn't be staring at because oh god he's actually really cute–

Her thoughts are interrupted as Piper plops herself down in the seat next to her. "Hey girlie! What'cha up to over here at the bar?" She looks around, as if looking for the mysterious stranger who swept her friend off her feet by buying her a drink. "Don't tell me you're drinking."

"Ah–" She tries to explain that no, she wasn't drinking, but someone interrupts them by handing her a cold bottle of water. Annabeth looks up, trying not to look at the bartender's arms, lips, eyes, or anything else that could be distracting… which is hard. "Thank you." She unscrews the lid, turning away fromt he boy and watching the people on the dance floor. She can see Piper looking between her and the bartender out of the corner of her eye. She took a huge gulp of water and got down from her chair, turning to Piper with her hands on her hips. "Are we gonna party or not?"

Piper gives her a surprised look, but eagerly gets down and leads her towards the dance floor. Annabeth looks over her shoulder, meeting those green eyes again. She smiled slightly at him before letting her friend introduce her to a group of people who she just met but was already best friends with. They all went back to the dance floor, having a great time, but all night Annabeth felt those green eyes watching her.

She wouldn't tell a soul, but she kind of liked it.

*Looks around*

Hey! Alright, so thank you for reading! I just really wanted to write an AU where the demigods aren't demigods… and like to go clubbing, apparently. I hope you liked this fic and are looking forward to the next update!

Reviews/Criticism/All that is greatly appreciated! Thanks!

*Also special thanks to poseidonsfavoritedaughter who was a beta reader! Live long and clone on.