A play and drinking with her sisters and Apollo had seemed like a good idea at the time. In truth she had enjoyed the play. She had thought the fishnets somewhat amusing and she had enjoyed being with her sisters and the Musagetes for the evening. It was a good night so far.
The bartime came and she had found a very nice lap to curl up in, some handsome businessman that likely didn't live in the city anyway. She'd coaxed him into buying a few rounds for her and her friends and now was happily toasty and quite amused at the idea of her sisters singing karaoke. For her part. She was nowhere near drunk enough. Erato was a writer, not a singer, a lover not a dancer. Even so, it was good to be with them all.