seventeen

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edited: april 2, 2021; may 22, 2021; sept 1, 2023
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(Y/N) cracks her neck, letting out an incredibly satisfying snap. "Ooh!" Grover says, walking past her and slapping her hand on the way, "That was a good one!"

She laughs, doing an exaggerated bow. "Thank you, thank you."

Annabeth chuckles as Percy simply smiles, the three of them finishing their packing as Grover enters the bathroom.

"Oh!" he exclaims in disgust, lifting his hands in annoyance. "Guys . . ." He pauses, picking up Medusa's head from the sink and walking out with it—"I can't pee with her watching me."

(Y/N) just shrugs, bending down to lace up her combat boots, and Annabeth and Percy make no move to offer a solution. (Y/N)'s ears twitch at the sound of rattling coming from outside, and she stands up, turning to the window in confusion. Grover's eyebrows furrow as the other two demigods look in the same direction.

The four can only stare as the maid passes by their window, stopping in front and looking inside with horror. Their eyes widen as the maid screams at the sight of the head, and Grover lowers it and hides it behind his legs.

Like that kept her from seeing it.

"¡Ay, dios mío!" she shrieks, running away as Annabeth runs over and closes the blinds. ["Oh, Lord!"]

"Well, shit," (Y/N) says, staring at the curtains as Percy nods in agreement.

Grover winces. "Sorry," he apologizes, "I messed up. Should've closed the curtains." Percy sighs in slight exasperation, and (Y/N) gives Grover a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"Come on, guys," Annabeth starts. "Let's hit the road before Homeland Security shows up."

(Y/N) turns to her. "Easy for you to say. I still need to check us out! What the fuck am I supposed to tell the front desk if they ask what someone was doing holding a severed head?"

"You'll figure something out." Annabeth shrugs, and (Y/N) narrows her eyes.

"I hate you."

Grover wraps up the head in his hoodie, and he and Annabeth instantly leave the room, bags slung over their shoulders. Percy finishes stuffing his clothes into his own just as (Y/N) pulls out her wallet and zips up her (Y/F/C) backpack. He steps out of the room, giving (Y/N) a helpless shrug, and she rolls her eyes. Holding the door open for her, he hears her quiet mumbling about how, "It's always up to me to get us out of these messes," and he chuckles.

"You'll be fine. Just try to convince them it's fake," he offers, and (Y/N) groans.

"I need a full cover story for that." Percy pats her shoulder, and she sighs. "Thanks, Blue. I'll try to figure it out. Here." She hands him the car keys. "Go wait with the others. It'll be easier to deal with if it's just me."

"Okay. Good luck," Percy says, taking the keys from her hand and jogging down the steps to the sedan. He sees Grover and Annabeth impatiently waiting by the doors, and he unlocks the car. Almost as if they're scared of being seen by anyone, Annabeth dives into the passenger seat, and Grover slams his door shut after getting behind the steering wheel.

The three of them wait for (Y/N), and Percy pulls out his phone, looking at suitable locations for Nashville's famous hot chicken. Surprisingly, (Y/N) emerges from the 'Office'-labeled building nearly five minutes later, her expression one of the utmost relief. She walks over to the left side of the car, sliding in behind Grover and next to Percy.

"How'd it go?" Grover asks, pulling out of the parking space.

"Pretty well, actually. The maid told the front desk, so obviously, the receptionist asked me about it. I told them we were part of an acting troupe and needed to see if our wax model was realistic enough. That poor cleaning lady just so happened to unintentionally be our test subject."

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