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Characters: Apollo and Asclepius
Date/Time: Late one autumn night in 1997.
Location: Oxford, UK
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Innuendo, and much of it.
Summary: Godlings respond to rumors-- and end up inspiring a few more.



There was a decided cold nip in the wind that blew down the length of the street, smacking right into Dorian's and Galen's faces as they left the pub. Apollo shivered slightly, drawing his scarf a little tighter around himself to block out the wind.

"Bloody weather" he muttered to himself, his voice still a little rough from the vindaloo he'd eaten earlier (not to mention the pint of lager he'd used to wash it down). It was their usual Thursday-night ritual ever since they'd gotten parts in the Dramatic Society's performance of "The Rocky Horror Show" earlier in the year-- after a rehearsal or a show, he and Galen would go for a late-night curry at the Jaipur Gardens, followed by a pint at the Coachman's Arms around the corner.

He looked over at Galen, still in his eye make-up from playing Frank that night. Strangely enough, he didn't seem to be as bothered by the wind as Dorian was. With a grin mostly hidden by his scarf, he turned to Dorian as they walked and said "What do you say we skive off class tomorrow and pop down to Ibiza for the weekend, eh?"

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"That depends, Paean. Do you have the material for Monday's exam cold yet?" the dark-haired boy said. "If not, you'd do much better to attend the study session."