Who: Sam and Tara (Apollo and Zeus) What: Family reunion! Where: Nyx. When: Friday afternoon.
He had taken his usual position in the corner, seated on a bar stool with his battered guitar propped over his lap. It wasn't a lyre, but it would do. Tall, blonde, attractive... Apollo had lucked out in that his vessel was remarkably similar to his old form, and for once he was actually in charge of what it was doing. Sam had retreated back, as he often did when they filled these brief guitar slots across the city, letting the God have full reign for a while during the days away from the hospital. Apollo swung his legs back up to rest on the bar at the base of the stool, placing the half finished pint he'd been sipping back on the floor and picking up the battered guitar that was resting beside him, swinging the instrument easily into his lap.
As he began to play, picking out the chords without having to think, music spilling out to fill the room underneath the murmurings of the few patrons, Apollo scanned the room. There were a few young ladies - students, probably - looking interestedly in his direction, and Apollo shot them a briefly dazzling grin. He wasn't as strong as he was - he could feel that, like lead weighing him down, but this - music - was his element. There was a lack of light in the room, thanks to the promised rain blocking out the golden disk in the sky, but still, he felt himself settle into the familar rise and fall of the tune around him, drawing something from it.
He wasn't really paying attention, therefore, when another customer stepped in from the street.