[ooc: Jill, I took a few liberties, given Urania's post. Smack me upside the head if anything doesn't match?]
So Urania's plan had not been going to the play. But getting smashed halfway through the day in her own private celebration of the Mars rover Opportunity upgrade and historical 20-kilometer mark - well, that had laid wreck to her plans.
Not that she could remember now what those were. She remembered vaguely a yearning to be away from her sisters, now that Calliope made herself heard and she could be back to being the oddball.
Sure, if one plans to stay away from the others Muses, maybe it's not such a good idea to invite Apollo into one's abode while already roaring drunk. A little coaxing and the Muse of the stars was all too quick to follow her brother's suggestion. Theater? Karaoke? Sounded fun! Sisters! And more booze! (And a terrible headache and deep, redhot embarrassment come morning. But morning was very far away yet.)
She had managed to keep a measure of composure. Some, at least. She hadn't laughed on any wrong part during the play, and walking around had cleared Urania's head a bit. She was quickly working to top her alcohol level, though.
"And to words, song and adventurous rovers!" she cheered, gulping down her shot.
Yes, the last part didn't match. But it was a reason for celebration nonetheless (as Urania's tendency to lean on Apollo far more than needed proved).