You JUST showered, Aphrodite

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"He's all alone," said Zeus. Hera rolled her eyes. "No seriously," said Zeus. "Just look at him praying to us. He really thinks we are gonna help him."

"You can't even find your lightning bolt," laughed Hera. 

Aphrodite twirled her hair and spoke in that LA accent she'd acquired from that LA boy she was dating, "You guys are liiiike not even that funny low key. I'm gonna go showerrr."

"You just showered five minutes ago," said Hermes. He tended to use his winged feet like roller blades on the clouds. "You smell great."

"Are you fucking hitting on meeee?" asked Aphrodite. 

"You wish."

Hephaistos stopped drumming away on the sword he was crafting for a couple seconds. And went back to work. 

"You almost done?" asked Poseidon.

"I'd probably work better if you weren't hovering," Hephaistos fired back, wiping sweat from his brow. "As if that trident I made you wasn't good enough."

Poseidon turned beet red but stormed off. He looked at the earth boy praying that Zeus had mocked. "Serves him right. Stupid human. YOU'LL DIE ALONE."

The earth boy looked shaken up. He saw a tidal wave approaching. 

"Poseidon!" yelled Zeus. "It's not the boy's time! The fates!"

"Yes yes," grumbled Poseidon. "Gods forbid we alter whatever the fucking fates have in mind." He waved a hand and the tidal wave crashed just shy of the earth boy, spraying him with copious amounts of brine.

"Nice work," said Zeus, sarcastically.

"Whatever," said Poseidon. 

"You guys are just not chill enough," said Dionysus, appearing out of nowhere. He had flowers in his hair and walked hand in hand with two demigods he was dating (one male one female). "Y'all gotta chill."

"Yeah we get it," said Zeus. "You smoke weed, you're so cool."

"Those were my younger years," said Dionysus under his breath. "I meditate now."

Earth boy had his head bowed and walked back to his village, needing to shake off the brine. It wasn't every day tidal waves rushed him from a freshly tilled meadow. He had a lot to reconsider.

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