Apollo swung his gaze back to Erato (his eyes had flashed briefly at Melpomene - what, inspired inspired?) and he smiled down at her. "Come to one of my parties. It won't be a ball," he said, curling his fingers around her shoulder, appreciating the way her dress left her shoulders bare, "but I can promise you a good time."
"College students are a lot of fun," Melpomene considered. All that youth in one place, so raw, so volatile. "We're in."