A/N: HoH is going to kill me. Slowly. Painfully.

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When she entered the restaurant, everyone was taken by her beauty. Her dress was the color of sapphires, and her sweater was a midnight sky without moon or star. "I'm not gonna lie," a man was heard to say, "she's prettier than my wife on our wedding day."

Her honey-blond hair was pulled up on top of her head, and her grey eyes flashed. A handsome man in a black suit, white shirt, and a sea-green tie that matched his eyes stepped forward. He smiled and asked her in perfect Greek, "May I have this dance?"

She gave him a wide grin and they stepped out onto the dance floor. The band began a slow song, and they danced with an ease that spoke of years of familiarity. And as the night wore on, as people came and went, they danced on in a swirl of blue and black.

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A/N: Writing homework turned into Percabeth drabble. 'Nuff said.

Dedicated to my ELA teacher Ms. Pritchard for the inspiration. Also dedicated to my Dad, 'cuz it's his birthday and stuff. Happy Birthday, Dad! Love ya lots!