Apollo knew the moment his muses walked into the room, because every single one of the boys he was talking to went absolutely silent for a minute, staring over his shoulder. He loved the effect those girls had on people, it made him so proud. After a second, conversation swarmed back in, as one of the Brad's hissed "goddamn, hope she's thirsty for more than jungle juice," and elbowed a second Brad in the side, biting his lip.
Apollo knocked their heads together. "Show some respect," he warned them both, as Thad laughed at their misfortune. Apollo turned to watch the Muses for a minute over his shoulder, as Erato and Melpomene drank and Urania (oh dark and distant and stunning Urania, it had been so long) caught a potential convert in her sights and broke off to interrogate him. Apollo grinned to himself, in love and lust and adoration, and wove through the crowds toward them.
"What an entrance," he said, inserting himself between Erato and Melpomene, an arm around each of them. "You gave every one of my boys whiplash."