Terpsichore raised an eyebrow at Euterpe's succession of shots, pondering and mildly envious. She herself loved a good line of shots too, but in light of recent events... There had been a very long time in the old days in which the muse had recovered from Belial's work, had had to effectively break an addiction not to any one substance, but to substances themselves. It had been decades before she could get properly drunk without Euterpe giving her a certain look, or asking if she really needed a fourth beer.
So tonight would be an exercise in moderation, easy and simple with no worries for any. This was not a time for serious things, but for fun and drinks with umbrellas. Urania was setting a great example already. Mentally, Terpsichore made a note to make her sister drink some water later on.
She took a sip and licked salt off the glass as Apollo asked his question. With a laugh, she piped up first.
"I thought the Maenads in fishnets was a great touch." Her smile was teasing. "Didn't you, Clio?"