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Characters: Apollo and Frigg
Date/Time: Starting afternoon of Friday, November 30, 2012
Location: NYC
Rating: Most likely R, depending on their moods.
Warnings: Most likely sexuality and language
Summary: Frigg misses Apollo, and he hates to disappoint...

Apollo kept hoping that this would be the perfect distraction. He was still grieving the sudden loss of Urania. The night before, Erato had joined them, and he had cherished his time with his two remaining Muses. For today, at least, he had a promise to keep. Erato had promised to stay with Melpomene until Apollo returned, so he trusted they'd be safe for the time being. Or so he hoped. But, no, no... Best to just think about making the most of his visit to New York. Frigg was waiting for him.

He had only brought one bag, and carried it with him off the plane. He scanned the crowds to look for her. He was easy enough to find, he was sure. Even in a place as diverse as a New York City airport, the tall, blond, British glowing chap was hard to miss.

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"Ah..well this is awkward," Frigg said, pointedly focusing on the road now. "Sorry."

"Well, Melpomene chose her first name," he said.

She chuckles at that. "So why Julian for your son?"

"It refers to a youth. Another one of my domains," he explained.

"Ah, okay. Sounds like you've had more than just the Sun in your time."

"Why be limited? I was the god of the sun, of youth, medicine, healing, music, philosophy, prophecy, poetry, culture, archery, travel and the patron god of nomads, leader of the Muses and the nymphs. Even the wolves answered to me and my sister. I might even be forgetting a few."

"Well, no wonder you're so full of yourself," she teases.

"I wasn't Dad's favorite for nothing," he teased back.

She shook her, but smirked. "Were almost there."

"Good to hear it. What will you be in the mood for tonight, my dear?"

"I was going to ask you that. I'm the one cooking for you, remember?"

"Well, I'm always game for new things. How about something you grew up with. Whatever your childhood favorite was?" he suggested.

"Well, I make a mean bowl of pasta."

"In that case, I'll take the house specialty, by all means," he said with a smile.

"And if you want anything else, let me know. I'm going to pamper you," she said with playful finality.

"You are too sweet," he said, "How will I ever be able to repay such generosity?"

"You're a smart man, Guapo. I'm sure you'll think of something," she said as they pulled up to her apartment.

He quickly hopped out and went to open the door for her.
"May I, dear lady?" he asked gallantly.

She chuckles. "Oh I suppose I can let you do it this time."

"It's a pleasure to be of service to as lovely a woman as you," he said with a slight bow.

Commence eye-roll. "You are such a shameless flirt," she teased, getting out of the car.

"I am never ashamed of anything, if I can possibly help it," he countered.

"Point taken." She got out her keys and let them into the apartment. "Welcome to my humble abode. There's a stand right over if you want to hang your jacket up. Over there's the living room if you want to have a seat while I get dinner ready."

"Thanks, love," he said, hanging up his coat, "Can I help you in the kitchen at all?"

"Um, sure," Frigg said, bending down to get the pasta out of the compartment. She points over by the stove as she searches. "If you could get me a bowl over there I'd appreciate it."