A Percabeth Christmas fic in which Percy becomes a model. (6.7k)
The numbers on the elevator blurred together, and Percy couldn’t tell if it was because of the adrenaline or the alcohol. His pulse hammered in his ears like someone was kicking him in the head. He could feel his palms sweating against the cool surface of the fishbowl. As the elevator lurched to a nauseating stop, he gulped and loosened his tie.
For some reason, the thought of his letter sitting on his boss’s desk sent the wine sloshing back and forth in his stomach like a tide. He tried to remind himself that he had filled out those forms and he had made the decision to change the course of his life. Somehow, he only ended up feeling trampled.
The doors to the elevator opened, a blast of air making his eyelids flutter. The blurry tile floor came slightly into focus in front of him. After a moment, he remembered to step out. The world slightly turning, he started through the lobby towards the glass doors, probably for the last time in his life. His briefcase knocked against his leg. From the fishbowl, Zippy stared up at him with inquiring eyes, as if wondering if the cold December air would make his water freeze.