Chapter 9
“Yo, Kitkat!” Catra’s ears picked up and she twisted around-- and there was the Son of Poseidon himself. He walked right up to her and ruffled her hair, “How’s my second favorite daughter of Athena?”
Catra gave a light chuckle, “Well no quest or anything so not much, but,” She smirked up at him, “You owe me five drachmas”
Percy’s smirk changed into a wide smile as he pulled a small bag of the coins from his pocket and tossed them over to her. “Nice Kitkat, you gonna introduce us?”
It takes Catra all of 2 minutes to find Adora sparring with her siblings in all her valkyrie-esque glory. “Hey, meatheads! Can I borrow Adora?” Catra called over to them, and they immediately threw a sweat towel to Adora and shoved her forwards towards Catra and Percy.
She heard Charlie make some sort of comment to Adora as he nudged her even farther in their direction when she had frozen in place. She blushed a bit and Catra could only wonder what the dickwad had said as she walked over to them.
“It's nice to finally meet you, Adora. Nice to put a face to the person Catra won’t stop talking about” He greeted her with a smirk-- fending off Catra’s failed flustered attempt to cover his mouth and shut him up. Catra could see the confusion in Adora’s furrowed brows. ‘Shit’ she cursed to herself as she quickly changed the direction of conversation-- these two together could be… dangerous.
“Adora!” Catra extricated herself from her futile struggle of shutting Percy up and decided that distracting Adora was the better option. “Adora, this is Percy Jackson. He’s a camp legend, Son of Poseidon, and my brother-in-law.” She almost spat out the words as she open-handedly pointed to the prick.
It worked, just like she hoped it would. “Sooooo he’s like a celebrity or something?” Adora asks, now intrigued by what Catra knew was a long ass story that she also knows Percy always tries to worm his way out of telling.
“Oh yeah. He’s literally the biggest celebrity here, other than his wife and... technically the Director,” Catra goaded, wrapping Adora up under her arm as she gestured to the man. She could see his smirk drop and be replaced with a look of almost desperate exacerbation, and in turn Catra could feel her smirk beaming at him without an ounce of forgiveness. “It’s a great story, Adora, at one point the big dramatic boom boom man offered him godhood.” Catra let her voice drop an octave as she spoke the words as smooth as silk, enticing her… friend, to take the bait.
And boy did she take it-- hook, line, and sinker.