Pan groaned, watching everyone scatter. He was left alone with his half consumed beer. And the beer Hilde left, score! He snatched that one up, as well, double fisting as the kids these days say, and turned after Apollo. "Like our dads taught any of us anything of value!" He shouted loudly after the other god. What? All their dads were worthless, really. Looking at it all from a modern viewpoint, at least. Pan took the liberties of doing so, it gave him more to complain about, after all. It seemed more and more gods were showing up in this area, so he had little doubt he would see his own dad sooner or later. Pan fully intended to give the man an earful. He was not stupid enough to think that Hermes would listen, but he would surely try, damn it!
Licking his lips, Pan leaned forward, shouting hopefully after his uncle, "Hey! Got any cute groupie girls you could throw my way? Eros would do it for me!" A boy could dream.