WHO: Apollo and Aphrodite WHEN: Friday night WHERE: 'Dite's place WHAT: A reunion, but mostly for the sake of making Ares jealous WARNINGS: Product placement (but also probably smut)
At the end of last semester, Bryce-of-the-crossbows had graduated and moved out of the largest bedroom in the house, leaving it open. On a normal year, the seniors would have entered a competition to see who was going to get it, but this was a year that involved the grandson of their founder landing a helicopter in the middle of their campsite, and his family making a donation to the house of a size that frankly shocked them. Them! Sons of oil barons and athletes and hedge fund managers!
They all knew how money worked though, so no one begrudged Apollo the largest room in the place, and each of them bought a brand new Creatista Pro from Nespresso for their own bedroom (except Tanner, who didn't do caffeine). Of course Apollo was pleased with this, the light from the tall arching windows let sun in most of the day, and there was enough space in here for all of his things. Apollo had quite a lot of things, the bulkiest of them (aside from his various modes of transportation) being musical instruments. He'd caught the eye of a cellist on his second day on campus and quickly gone out to purchase his own (cello, not cellist, Apollo didn't buy dates, he convinced them) and if he'd had to spend the rest of the year in a smaller room edging round the huge thing it would have been annoying.
Things had worked out in his favour, though. Things usually did.
Take, for example, Aphrodite. The first goddess to welcome him back to the city and one of the most luscious and beautiful. It helped that Ares was being pissy about it as well. Apollo got a lot of enjoyment over besting the other gods at, well, pretty much anything. Even if sometimes besting them really wasn't a challenge.
He arrived at Aphrodite's penthouse with a dozen red roses, and a winning smile for the stunningly attractive nymph who met him at the door. Maybe he'd get a chance to slip her his number on his way out, tomorrow morning. Chances felt good, right now. Everything was definitely coming up Apollo.