[Pool Party.]

[lord_dorkness]

[two weeks earlier there was a conversation. It went something like this:

Meg, doll. A pool party. Nothing big-- it's not like I'm talking a bacchanal here. Clean this place up, put a guest list together -- nothing too audacious, just something that says hey. Hades has arrived. You know?

It's too late for a 'we're closed' sign.

What was that?

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[drink_this]

. . . I'll pass on the conga line~

[lord_dorkness]

-- hey! Didn't see you there.

[drink_this]

Oh, did I accidentally sneak up on you?

[lord_dorkness]

On the one hand, sneaking. On the other, you're on the guest list, so. This could go either way.

[drink_this]

. . . I'm in favor of not sneaking.

[lord_dorkness]

So I am. Tell you what, let's call it a one time thing and overlook it.

So, can I get you anything from the grill?

[this is a good time to mention Hades is replete in a 'Kiss the Cook' apron over his usual toga, right?]

[drink_this]

[. . . yes, this is a very good time]

Ah . . . what do you have?

[lord_dorkness]

That depends. What do you want?

[drink_this]

Shish kebab?

[lord_dorkness]

Coming right up.

[Cloud of sulphur coming right at you. And when it clears -- hey, we got your shish kebabs on the grill.]

[drink_this]

[well that wasn't strange at all]

. . . thank you?

[lord_dorkness]

Hey, what's a pool party without a grill?

[drink_this]

This isn't a trick question, is it?

[lord_dorkness]

More of a rhetorical one.

[drink_this]

You can swim without a grill . . .

[lord_dorkness]

I'd hope so. You're not putting this in the pool.