Apollo was a moment away from saying something brilliant and heartmelting about glow worms - trust him, it would have blown minds and legs wide open - when Erato cut in with her suggestion of a tour. What Apollo wanted to introduce her to was his bedroom, actually, but he supposed introducing her to his boys could be a start.
Melpomene reached out and laced her fingers through Erato's, and he raised an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth at her (oh, gods, that smile that knew her) and his eyes asked Games, Melpomene? The smile on her mouth was very subtle in return, and he grinned at her attempt to be possessive or protective of her sister.
Apollo took the cup from Erato's free hand and laced his fingers through hers too, taking a sip from her cup, his mouth over the spot hers had been a moment ago. "You can both call me Apollo," he said with a wink, fingers closing Erato's hand in his as he began to lead them through the party. "Everyone else does."
Melpomene felt a sharp stab of jealousy toward Apollo, toward Ares, both of them surrounded by people who called them by their real name without even questioning it. It was the rarest of mortals who accepted her name immediately. The rest were all, I'm sorry, Mel-what?
Lately, she was starting to hate that, a little bit. Since Ares had called her Melpomene Areia she wasn't feeling very fond of her mortal aliases at all.
Apollo wove through the party till he spotted Chet and Tanner, both single boys who would adore Erato and Melpomene as much as anyone should. "Emily, Melody - these here are two of the greatest. Chet's a Political Science major who plays a mean base guitar. Tanner's Ecology, and backup vocals. You know we're starting a band?"
"I know I'm not surprised," Melpomene said, and Apollo laughed and returned Erato's cup.
"You've heard this dickhead sing then?" Chet clapped Apollo on the back. "Fuckin-ay."