For the record, Apollo Creek would totally kick your ass in the ring.
"If she whines one more time about not having a date," Loki growled, eyeing Amy dangerously.
"Down, Loki," Apollo told him with a laugh. It was Monday afternoon and they'd just been told about a dance this saturday. "Besides, I'm a little upset that I don't have a date, and I'm sure you're upset..."
"They announced the damn dance today," Artemis growled. She, like Loki, was beginning to lose patients with all the people simpering about the dance.
"Hey," Huitzilopochtli called to them.
Amy's face lit up, as the rest turned in surprise to see the rather popular war god approach their little group of outcasts.
"Um... Athena," he asked, obviously uncomfortable with having to do this in front of the whole group. "I was wondering if you had a date for the dance Saturday."
"No, I don't," she replied, calmly, but pleasantly.
"Um... do you think you might like to go?" He asked. "I mean, I figure you and I might have a lot in common, we're both war gods afterall."
"I think that might be nice," she said with a demure smile.
"Cool," he nodded, backing away. "I'll see you at the dance then?"
"I'll be there at seven," she replied as she put her book back up. "Don't make me wait."
As Huitzilopochtli jogged off to rejoin his friends, Athena's book came down to show her excited face to her friends. she was met with four annoyed expressions and a quite "congradulations," from Jay. she had to pause to remember when Jay had joined them.
"You entirely suck," Amy nearly snarled at Athena.
"I know," Athena said, almost apologetically. "Help me get ready?"
"Of course," Amy relented. They went off to discuss dress selections.
"I do not understand women," Apollo commented, watching the two walk off.
"Are you kidding?" Artemis asked. "I am one, and I don't understand them." as she said this, her head followed the Valkyries, walking by in their basketball uniforms. "If you'll excuse me, I've got to go root for my favorite team." she waggled her eye brows as she walked off after the girls.
"Why would she go to the dance with that... that... that..." Loki growled out.
"That handsome, well-built, rather modest, and suprisingly talented war-god?" Apollo offered, completing Loki's thought.
Loki gave him a long, accusing look.
"Look, I'm an artist and a poet, I notice these things," Apollo defended himself.
"You're gay, give it up," Loki accused. "I still don't know why she's going with him."
"Perhaps if you asked her," Jay piped up. "If you spoke with her, honestly and earnestly, explaining your feelings and throwing yourself before her in a show of faith and love."
"you're both gay," Loki snarled and walked away.
Jay and Apollo sat in silence for a while before Apollo broke the silence with a question he just couldn't contain. "I thought you hated gays," he asked.
"When have I ever said that?" Jay asked rhetorically. "I swear," he muttered, gathering his things. "Some people will take the most benign statments and turn them into a crusade." Jay shook his head as he walked away, leaving Apollo chuckling.
The week passed quickly, and they found themselves at the dance.
Apollo found himself staking out the punch bowl with Jay, who had since gotten over the comment about gays.
Athena was dancing with Huitzilopochtli, who had stopped her from trying to actually pronounce her name with "Just call me Huewy."
"YOu're a great dancer," she said, as she rested her head on his chest.
"Thanks," he replied. "Hey, Athena, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Heuwy," she answered, looking up at him.
"what do you think about... children?" he asked tentatively.
Athena's eyes widened. She'd never heard of a guy discuss a family on the first date. It was intimidating, but also alluring. "I'd like to try kids some day," she answered with a coy look."
"Great," he smiled... and then the date went down hill.
"What are you doing over here?" Amy asked, as Athena came upon her, Apollo and Jay.
"He wanted kids," She said in a rather weary tone.
"You don't want to be a mother?" Apollo asked.
"No," she explained, dowing what she hoped was a glass of spiked punch. "For dinner. He wanted to get something to eat after the dance."
"oh..." Jay, Amy, and Apollo said in unison.
"Is that Freya out there?" asked Amy suddenly. the two of them had Manipulation 131 together. Freya was the Norse Goddess of seduction, lust, fertility, and sex. She was currently dancing with a rather handsy Herakles, much to her chagrin.
"Wait," Artemis replied, as she was dragging Jay away from where she'd intercepted him. The normally calm young man had been on his way to, quote, "Smite some sense in to Huewy". "If that's Freya over there, then Who's that over there?"
Sure enough, over dancing vigerously with Loki was what looked like Freya.
"Did you summon me, my sweet?" asked a sudden voice. A rather disturbing development from the dance was Baldr developing a strange preoccupation with Artemis.
"I didn't even say anything that sounded like your name," she growled at him.
When Loki was asked why Baldr didn't get that Artemis wasn't interested in men, Loki informed them that he was a god of innocence. unforntunately, or rather fortunately for Baldr, Baldr was invulnerable to Artemis' silver arrows. they would constantly bounce of and strike others. Thus, Loki enjoyed watching Baldr persue Artemis.
"Hey, Baldr," Apollo called. "Can you tell which is the real Freya?" he asked.
Baldr looked between the two. "That one," he pointed at the one with Herakles. "She's the only one even near as pretty as..."
"Say it, and I'm finding Mistletoe," Artemis growled.
"Brilliant idea," Baldr brainlessly nattered on. "We can use it as an excuse to consumate our love."
Artemis was about to continue verbally assaulting when a thought struck her. "What do you think it means to 'consumate love'?" she asked him.
"you know..." he gave her a sly wink. "Kissing."
"this is your god of beauty?" she growled to no one.