This was requested, and I'm not sure you want me to say your user, but you know who you are. Enjoy :3 PS sorry this took so long.
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I tapped my fingers on the bar, glaring at the bartender. "Hurry up, would you?"

Charlie scowled, "It takes time to make this, without it looking suspicious."

I glanced back at the girls, eyeing the blonde one. Her curly hair was pulled up into a neat ponytail, and she was wearing a silver cocktail dress. It squeezed her figure well, causing me to mentally undress her.

Charlie sat the drink on the counter, "Have you even tried talking to her normally?"

"Yes, and she says she has a boyfriend. Now, go make someone deliver this and say it's from me," I snapped.

Charlie frowned, but waved over a waitress. "Bring these to that blonde. From this gentleman," he demanded.

The waitress winked at me, before taking the drink and setting off to bring the drink to her.

"Why did you say it had to look non-alcoholic?" Charlie asked, making a drink for someone Else.

"She said she doesn't like alcohol, which is probably the only reason she said no to the first one I offered,"

Charlie snorted, handing the drink to someone. "Okay, and if she rejects this one too?"

"She just needs to take one drink, if you added what i gave you," I said slowly, sipping my drink.

Charlie shifted, "All right. So, you're trying to get the girl that doesn't drink drunk?"

I raised my eyebrows, "Pretty much."

Charlie grimaced, "She's drinking it,"

I glared at him, "That's a good thing, idiota."

Charlie frowned, "If you say so. I'm so fired," he added in a mutter.

The blonde giggled, as her friends excused themselves to use the bathroom. Well, that's convenient, I thought.

I stood up, wandering towards her. "So, what's your name?"

The blonde giggled dizzily, "Anna-" hiccup, "Beth,"

"Well, hello, Annabeth. I've never heard that name before," I grinned.

Annabeth smiled, "Its really pretty."

I chuckled, "Indeed it is."

Annabeth paused, "Who are you?"

I raised my eyebrows, "I'm your boyfriend, dear."

Annabeth frowned, "I don't think so-"

"Oh, ouch. I can't believe you don't remember me."

Annabeth clapped her hand over her mouth, "Im so sorry,"

I frowned, lowering myself into a chair next to her. "You really don't remember me, love?"

Annabeth frowned, "No. Oh gods, I can't remember my own boyfriend."

"Well, maybe a little hanging out in my bed can jog your memory," I suggested.

"Oh," Annabeth paused, "Does that work?"

I smiled, "Of course, Princess."

"Oh, okay then." Annabeth tapped her chin. "Really?"

"Yeah, a little banging and you'll be back to normal."

"Okay," Annabeth giggled. "Let's goooo-"

"Nope," someone said, dragging my chair away from the table she was at.

"Oh," Annabeth murmured.

A guy that seemed to be Annabeth age was standing over her, his hands resting on her shoulder. "So, what's happening here?" He said slowly. He blew a stray strand of black hair out of his face.

"Oh. You're my boyfriend. I'm so silly," Annabeth giggled.

The guy nodded. "Yes, I, Percy Jackson, am your boyfriend," he said slowly.

"You mean the one that was known as like a terrorist?" I blurted.

Percy scowled, "That was nine years ago. Get out of the past. Also," Percy said innocently, before his fist collided with my nose.

Charlie let out a shout, "Hey, no violence!"

Percy huffed, helping Annabeth stand up. "Stay away from her."