[Lana and Bart; OPEN to anyone who wants to come by and talk]
It was right and proper that the Spartan escort the goddess to the costume party, because if was any different, who the hell was going to wave a sword around in her honor? Nobody, that’s who. Or somebody. Somebody who didn’t deserve it and might stick the blade through his leg on accident and stain the floor with his blood. Bart wasn’t going to do that. Bart could handle a sword no problem. Bart knew better than to play around with it as if it were a toy instead of a dangerous weapon that could chop off a head if swung just right and with enough force behind the arm that was doing the swinging.
Despite the careful hand holding the sword, Bart was still a guy and it was known far and wide the men got excited over weapons just as woman were known to swoon over a pair of new shoes. When he appeared in front of Lana and Alyssa, like he had been there the whole time, he gripped the golden handle and held it carefully out to be inspected.
“See this? I’m gonna kill something with this later. It will be impressive.”