WHO: Apollo and Cin WHEN: The night after her came back to life, the night before he heals Marcie WHERE: The most expensive parts of NYC (apart from the Hole, obviously) WHAT: "Not a date" WARNINGS: Apollo's shirt. Fucking hell.
Apollo was early for his date with Cin, partially because he so needed to see her again and partially because he was afraid Athena was going to burst back into his life and fuck things up further.
Tomorrow was dedicated to his boys, and then, he supposed, he had to go and deal with the little bitch Marcie, but tonight?
Tonight was all for Cin. To discover more about her, to open the door to his world and marvel at her as she stepped into it.
He drove through her neighbourhood, curiously, his Corvette parting the waters of the flooded streets, headlights revealing the overgrown, wild and trashed state of the place. The car disturbed the worlds fattest and most rabid looking racoon as he went past - its eyes glinted demonically and it hissed, like it could take on a 'Vette and a sun god, before it scurried back into the trash.
He hadn't taken it in much last night, too shook from his fight back to life, but now. Now, well, he was shook all over again. What a dump! What a place to be dumped. He shuddered, and turned up the heat in his car.
Cin's house, too, seemed worse than the night before. Maybe everything looked worse in sixty thousand dollar headlights. He pulled up into her driveway, wheels trailing water behind them, and stepped out of the car clad in Versace silk, the golden medallion covering his back like a sun made out of golden flowers.
He knocked on her door, stomach thrilled with anticipation, as he peeled a little flacking paint from the jamb.