Apollo opened his eyes to a squint to see who the hell was disturbing his rest. If it was someone he didn't know or just didn't want to talk to he could still feign as if he hadn't heard the person. Instead this was someone who he should know.
Opening his eyes wider, Apollo sat up and looked up at the scruffy man-boy with a grin that promised a lot of trouble if he wasn't careful. The face and form were completely unfamiliar to Apollo but he knew that grin. He knew full well the intent behind that grin too. Apollo's eyes narrowed again this time with suspicion and wariness. "Pan," he said in part recognition, part disgust, part annoyance and all exasperation. "What the hell do you know about music? You know how to play one instrument and from what I remember, your idea of song was the squeal of the goats you fucked."
Apollo looked around wondering how the hell Pan had gotten past security. Actually he didn't have to wonder very hard; security at these places weren't very tight. With a sigh, Apollo stood and ran his hand through his soaking blonde locks. "What're you doing here anyway?