The sky right before it rains rolled over toward Nike's vast terrain of shock; Nike stared back with the gold flecks of victory and luck toward the King... was Poseidon feeling well?
"I must take my leave." The Goddess had said hurriedly, but Zeus had delayed her leave with a gentle clamp about her golden plated wrist. "Zeus?"
When Vince looked back toward Paul, he was thinking, what the fuck, why are we all dressed like we're in college again? And why are we all talking like this?
"Be this a dream?" Heaven asked the Seas, but swiftly reiterated and as well released his hold of the hot Victory Goddess. "I mean yes, of course, we will indeed embark to the Underworld in order that the invitation be quite personal. We shall attend this after the matter of the favor of Eros."