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"One kiss and I'd probably drop dead." The bass vibrated through the packed room, a stark counterpoint to Nico di Angelo's stiff, isolated stance. He stood rigid beside his best friend, you, his black hoodie and studded belt marking him as distinctly out of place. His pale gaze swept the chaos, landing on Percy in the distance and Frank nursing a red cup in a corner. He shifted, the black polish on his nails gleaming as his fingers tightened around his own arms. He dared a glance at you, radiant in their party attire, and jerked his eyes away, silently berating his own treacherous pulse.