The wedding reception was surreal. George had never seen quite this many Greeks in one place, and he was kind of amazed there had been no fistfights yet. Yet.
He saw a golden apple go flying somewhere off to his left and immediately winced. Ah, shit. This was going to end badly. Being careful not to look in the general direction of the apple (because he'd grown up on stories of the Trojan War, and he wasn't an idiot), he went to find Ate.