One day the gods were sitting in a dusty saloon on the wild western outskirts of Mt. Olympus (C'mon, you'd get tired of all those prissy hipster bars serving nectar and ambrosia too). Naturally, Dionysis was tending bar. Apollo had somehow rigged a keyboard into his lyre and was playing a bouncy tune while the nine muses took turns dancing on the
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But, yes, I can see, that certainly IS how the TRUMP card works!
~karmasoup
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The crack about pomegranate mimosas made me chuckle, too. Not that any of her fate is Persephone's fault!
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Fun story.
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