Annabeth began to dry herself off as she got out of the shower. She had been training especially hard today, so she figured she could take an extra-long shower. She'd figured she'd earned it. Apparently Clarisse La Rue didn't think so, because when Annabeth got out of the shower, she stood face to face with an annoyed Clarisse.

"Finally," said Clarisse. "What were you doing in there anyway?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes and reached for a towel. "The shower's all yours."

Clarisse refused to let it go. "You know, I could tell Chiron that you've been abusing your shower privileges. Maybe I can get him to suspend you during tomorrow's capture the flag game."

Of course this was complete nonsense. No one ever got more than a slap on the wrist for taking too long of a shower, but Annabeth decided to humor Clarisse.

"You do that," said Annabeth. "Then if you guys win, everyone will know it was only because you tattled on me. Will that make your daddy proud?"

Clarisse grit her teeth. "Fine, I won't tell him then."

Annabeth smiled. "Of course if you did tell on me and we win, then you'll look even more stupid."

"Like you're any better." At this point Clarisse's hand formed a fist. "If you guys win it'll only be because you have the Apollos and Hermes on your side."

"It's simple diplomacy, which is something you guys always have a problem with," said Annabeth with the same tone a schoolteacher would use on a struggling child. "You see the two biggest cabins want to side with us because they know we'll win and you'll lose."

"Care to repeat that?" said Clarisse.

"Sure." Annabeth sighed. "The reason why most of Camp-Half Blood is siding with us is because they know we'll win and you'll lose. Why?"

"I just want to picture you saying that when we win," said Clarisse.

"And I'll picture you saying that tomorrow," said Annabeth.

"You seem pretty sure you'll win," said Clarisse. "Wanna make things interesting?"

"Are you saying you want to make a bet?" said Annabeth.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. "That's what people mean when they say the wanna make things interesting, idiot."

"Okay, lets make things interesting," said Annabeth. "How interesting? Are we talking about a few shower tokens, or does the loser have to run around the camp naked, or do you have something else in mind?"

"Remember the last Capture the Flag game?" said Clarisse.

"Yeah I remember," said Annabeth. "I also remember I beat you guys and you had to-"

Clarisse turned red. "I don't need a reminder."

"So you want to do that again?" said Annabeth. "You are a glutton for punishment."

"This is your last chance to back out," said Clarisse.

"No, let's do it," said Annabeth.

"Good," said Clarisse. "I can't wait for tomorrow."

Annabeth went to put on her clothes as Clarisse started her shower. When she was done Annabeth headed for the door. Just before leaving she turned to Clarisse. "Hey, you know that new kid, Percy Jackson."

"Yes," said Clarisse.

"You know how the other day you tried to dunk his head in a toilet and he ended up knocking you on your ass?" said Annabeth in the sweetest voice she could possibly muster.

"What about it!" Clarisse tried to throw a bar of soap towards Annabeth, but it ended up missing.

"I just figured you might of forgotten it." Annabeth ducked to avoid a bottle of shampoo. "Also, he's going to be on my team tomorrow. Play nice."

Annabeth savored the look on Clarisse's face as she stood right in front of her. She made sure to memorize this look. She wanted to remember the sight of Clarisse fuming for years to come. "Can we get this over with?" said Clarisse. She was clearly impatient and was already tapping her foot against the floor.

"Fine," said Annabeth. "Just can you do one thing first?"

"What?" Clarisse's foot was now looked like it would break a hole in the floor.

"Can you say 'I just want to picture you saying that when we win'?" said Annabeth. "You know, considering how you guys won and all."

"Fuck you," said Clarisse.

"Lovely," said Annabeth. "Let's begin."

Annabeth plopped herself down in a slightly worn armchair. "Aren't you gonna take off your clothes?" said Clarisse.

"No." Annabeth smiled. "I figured since you lost, you should take them off."

This was definitely a mistake. Even if Clarisse wasn't mad about losing the game, she wasn't exactly the most subtle person. Several times Annabeth heard her clothes rip when Clarisse took them off. At one point Annabeth's shirt got caught in her hair. Clarisse's solution was to yank the shirt off. The same roughness extended to Clarisse's technique. Most people tended to do foreplay or something like that before they began. Not Clarisse. She went straight for Annabeth's clit and began licking.

Admittedly Annabeth liked this. Sure Clarisse's tongue was rough, but that seemed to turn Annabeth on even more. Maybe it had something to do with the warlike nature of her mother. Clarisse's direct approach had another benefit. You could talk about anything to her.

"Is anyone really surprised that Poseidon is the next one to break the treaty?" said Annabeth. "I mean he's just as bad as Zeus when it comes to women."

Clarisse's tongue slowed down a bit.

"I probably should have figured that Percy was his son." Annabeth played with a strand of Clarisse's hair. "You know, after he literally mopped the floor with you guys."

Clarisse's response was to bite down Annabeth's thigh so hard she drew blood.

Annabeth liked it. "I just can't believe he was on our team, you know?"

Clarisse began licking up and down Annabeth's slit. If she didn't know any better, Annabeth would have sworn she was nodding in agreement.

"I wonder what my mom would think when she hears about this," said Annabeth. "What with Poseidon being her enemy and all. Do you ever think about stuff like that?"

Clarisse's tongue began moving faster. She clearly wanted this over with as quickly as possible.

"I mean, you obviously hate me because of my mom, right?" said Annabeth. "I mean if that wasn't the case we wouldn't...oh gods!"

Annabeth let out a loud moan as she came. Clarisse seemed to be uncomfortable and got up as quickly as possible. "I take it you don't need me to dress yourself?"

"No. You can leave." Annabeth leaned back into the armchair.

"Good." Clarisse made a beeline for the door.

"Hey," said Annabeth. "You were a good sport. Next time maybe I'll be the one licking your pussy."

"Next time?" said Clarisse. "Next time I'll kill you."

"Lovely," said Annabeth.