Hermes wasn't the only god thinking strategically tonight. Apollo had been intrigued by Hermes' olive branch, and a little suspicious about how quickly he swore to leave the Muses alone, but his brother did host a fucking good party. Seeing that he'd made good with Clio had been a weight off his shoulders as well, although Apollo had seen Melpomene a couple of days ago and she looked at him in disgust when he'd mentioned Hermes, but she didn't say anything. Then again, Melpomene wasn't saying a whole lot, these days. Apollo still blamed Ares.
That was another thing; keeping Hermes on side was a good idea for next time things escalated with Ares. That was the main reason he'd gone to his solstice drinks, though after a bottle of Moet and a quickie with Peitho after the cheese course he'd kinda forgotten about Ares.
Then he'd stepped out of Peitho'd bedroom all aglow and saw Hecate watching him from her spot on the couch beside Persephone. Sometimes Apollo could look at something and see the truth of it shining out, clear as the brightest, cloudless day, and he would have bet his life that Hecate, despite being sometimes married to Hermes, had been at Hermes' solstice drinks purely to keep an eye on him. Which pissed him off, because she was the one holding out on him. He'd pointed at his eyes and pointed them back at her, so there could be no doubt who was keeping an eye on who.
A better eye, too. Hecate might be known for seeing in all directions at once but he was god of prophecy and truth. And who'd found Clio? Not Hecate. And she hadn't found Telos and she'd needed his help to find the hellhound and Apollo wasn't forgetting any of these failings for a second.
Hecate hadn't flinched, but he hadn't expected her to. The only reason they hadn't descended into a staring contest was because Luna had perched on the couch beside Hecate as she offered her a fresh drink, and Hecate had turned her attention to the mortal girl instead.
So, fuck Ares and fuck Hecate. Two worthy thoughts, although when the door opened the moment after he knocked, he added another, more pleasant thought; fuck Luna.
He hit her with one of his winning smiles and a very familiar "Well hello."