"To truth in fiction, and other people's views of history!" Apollo offered, holding his beer aloft as he clinked glasses with the lovely ladies he was thrilled to consider his 'dates' even if they didn't feel the same. Admittedly, there was something far too right about all of them gathering together, and he hoped certain tensions didn't invade their fun.
The idea of karaoke wasn't a bad one to him, though he knew that others might not feel the same. He imagined Clio and Terpsichore getting down, knowing that one would have to drag the other up there.