My biggest concern for accuracy in the PJO show is the Lotus Casino. In the movies they made it, like, an actual casino, but in the books it was a paradise to every young reader. When the trio walks into the lobby I will be expecting a waterslide and climbing wall. And they need their limitless swipe cards and their rooms need to have the free snack bars. There’s gotta be bungee-jumping and a ski slope and VR and laser tag and hundreds of video games on flatscreen TVs. Annabeth needs to fall in love with the build-your-own-city hologram and Percy needs to break her out of her trance and they need to drag Grover away. I need that place to be all that I dreamed it was as a kid.
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no but like, why did i suddenly think of this on the drive home:
The date was good.
The date was good. They did all the cliche things, because Husk thought Angel would think it was funny, if Husk took him on a date like Angel was a prim and proper lady.
They did the drive in movie, the nice dinner, the chaste little kisses and opening doors and Husk even bought a jacket just so he could give it to Angel to wear at the end of the night.
Husk had brought flowers, and Angel had squealed and blushed and delicately put them in a vase.
That vase was now knocked over on the floor, flowers scattered everywhere in a puddle, and in it's place was Angel himself leaned back and spread like a feast.
Husk was a gentleman. He doesn't know how he got here, between Angel's long long legs, over the spider and kissing like their afterlives depended on it.
He walked Angel to his door, gave his hand a kiss, fully prepared to leave floating on a cloud and proud of himself.
What he got was a wrinkled shirt from where Angel pulled him in, and a squirming Angel beneath him.
"W-wait." Husk tried to pull away, with middling success considering he dived right back in. Angel hummed.
"Wait. No, wait I--I wanted to do this right. I wanna treat you right." Husk managed to push himself off Angel, who was now lying fully on the table.
Husk stood, but Angel's legs tightened around him and fuck.
"Honey..." Angel whined, and damn did that sound nice, "this isn't black jack." In the pause of confusion that statement caused, Angel managed to wrap his hands once more in the wrinkled spots of his shirt and pull him in, but Husk braced his arms and stayed out of reach.
"What?" Angel huffed, before sitting up.
"Honey, I'm not a game of blackjack," Angel repeated himself. He cradled Husk's face, as if to impress upon him how serious it was.
"This is not hit or stay." His thumbs stroked his whiskers, and a purr almost started up. Angel pecked him on the forehead.
"This is a hit and stay, right?" Suddenly, Angel looked unsure, and fuck. Husk couldn't let that stand.
"Of course I'll stay." Angel beamed at him, shyly, and Husk was only so strong. He held Angel's hands against his face, and pushed up to kiss him gently.
Their kisses softened, like that. Got more languid, less frantic.
"Besides," Angel said, pulling back after a who knows and who cares how long. "I definitely want you to bust." Husk rolled his eyes, but smiled as Angel giggled at his own joke.
And then that light in his eyes--the lust of it, shined. Husk gulped.
Angel leaned in and whispered in his ear, "preferably in me, yeah?"
And Husk is a gentleman, okay.
And gentlemen accept it when a glove is thrown down like that.
He pounced.
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