WHO: Apollo and Hermes (and surprise guest later!) WHEN: Saturday evening WHERE: Peitho and Hermes' place WHAT: PUNCHING WARNINGS: PUNCHING, references to sexual assult
The front door of Alpha Pi Omicron and the apartment building where Peitho and Hermes lived were separated by no less than half a mile. If Apollo had known that earlier, he might have paid Hermes a visit earlier, no matter what Clio said. The temptation would have been too great.
He’d kept his schedule clear since Melpomene’s visit. Not empty, just free of firm commitments, so he could move at a moments notice if Hermes did decide he was going to try and take out the group of men two of his Muses had developed such an interest in.
When her message came through, Apollo was in Trey’s room helping to polish Trey’s essay until it shone as gloriously as it could. “Hey man, duty calls,” he said, giving Trey a slap on the shoulder as he rose. “I’m gonna borrow your Lamborghini Hoverboard, catch you later.”
Trey’s chrome plated, golden Lamborghini Hoverboard shaved his travel time down to three minutes. Plus, he looked boss, gliding across Madison Square Park with the very last rays of the fall sunshine gleaming over his hair. Maybe he should get one, but they were a little 2013, really.
It felt like the longest part of Apollo’s journey was the elevator ride to the top of the building. Apollo spent it stretching, limbering up his muscles, riling up his blood by remembering all the emotional damage this fucker had done to Clio. And remembering (unwillingly) the physical damages that asshole Ares had done to him. He bounced a couple of times on the balls of his feet, waiting for the doors to open. Here he was, Apollo, punisher of the wicked and puncher of fuckfaces.
When Hermes opened his apartment door, Apollo beamed at him, viciously. "Hey brother," he said, and punched him directly in the throat.