WHO: Apollo and Calliope WHEN: Friday night WHERE: Calliope's place WHAT: Dinner, wine and conversation WARNINGS: TBA
‘You don’t need to romance me’ Calliope had said, which Apollo thought was a bit ridiculous. Gorgeous Calliope deserved to be spoiled, deserved the most delicious red wine he could find, deserved top quality attention. Especially since some of the other Muses were such hard work at the moment. He’d had such an argument with Melpomene over healing the scratches on her face, and she’d only relented and let him when he told her that he’d already healed Aphrodite, and she was walking round like nothing ever happened. And then there was Clio, just…
Why did people fight so hard against him looking after them? It was exhausting.
So Calliope was getting fine wine, and the finest Italian takeout money could buy, and of course, his glorious self.