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Characters: Poseidon and Medusa (a little NPC with Chelsea)
Date/Time: Saturday Night
Location: Poseidon's apartment
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: The little snake reports back to Poseidon, but not everything is peaches and cream....

Medusa had declared she return on Sunday, fine and dandy as long as she had something worth giving him. For the kind of hole she was burning in his wallet with that plastic card, she better be mighty pleased with herself he gave a damn to give her her anything after that display. Furthermore, she'd ignored his call earlier that day which only further fueled the hot-headed sea god.

That needling that had been prying at his brain a few nights before with her there was still poking around. It had pressured him with a headache, enough that Chelsea had refused to go out with her friends that night. Something was off with Poseidon in a way she was entirely and completely uncomfortable with. She stuck around in the living room pretending to do homework while he fussed and grunted around the apartment like he wanted to rip heads off.

"Dad," she said looking over her shoulder as he passed by the couch. "Do you want me to order Chinese?"

"I don't give a fuck what you get Chelsea! Just do your damn homework and stop asking me questions." She couldn't though. Something felt off and it rocked her to the core. She was ready for him to explode. It made her nervous as she tapped the pencil against her spiral-bound notebook.

When there was finally a knock on the door, before she'd even ordered dinner she got suspicious.