Guys I actually got to update. Huzah! I'm going to try to make this longer, For those who asked, and to SamathaSamma, there is a ton of interactions between gods and mortals in this chapter. This chapter does not have a ton of percabeth in it. Srry. Here we go!

Chapter VI: Ares gets down.

So I thought that was weird, but when we sat down it got weirder, if possible. "So what do you do for a living Carrie?" asked Hera, while she was putting cocktail sause on her plate. "Oh, I work as the person who is in charge of scooping the poop off the streets during the Macy's parade on Thanksgiving." Aphrodite and Hera gagged, as they put down their glasses of wine. "What do you do Hera"? I stared at her. She could not say she was the Queen of the gods. "Ummm, I work as the head of the childbirth department in John's Hopkins Hospital." "Ohhhhhhh", said Carrie. Annabeth leaned into my ear, and whispered :" What the Hades-" with that Hades' head snapped up. "You do not use my name in vain, daughter of Athena". He stood up, his eyes on fire. Athena stood too, and glared a glare that obviously said: back down now, because I can think of 270,008 ways to kill, maim, or seriously injure you. Of course Carrie had to ask: "Why do you have to include daughter of Athena every time you address that stuck-up-snob?" Athena adverted her gaze upon Carrie. "Have you not heard of me young one? Do you not know of my story"? Athena asked, her voice dead cold. "No", Carrie's said, but her voice was quivering. "But, I have heard of the myth of Arachne, and Athena." Athena's eyes lit up, as she said: "I was just wondering, young one". Artemis sighed, and said: " Not now Athena". Athena looked to be disappointed, but even an idiot could tell that she was calculating in every way she knew how to turn Carrie into a spider. A very weird silence filled the room. to soon be broken by Apollo, of course, who else do you think it would be? "Let's give this place some "pop" to it, Yo mistro!". Annabeth, Thalia, Nico, and I automatically face palmed. The whole time I had been thinking; Please Apollo do Not Sing, Pretty Please with Nectar on Top. But no, he had to sing. Instead, he put on a slow song, and of course added: "Ladies and Gentelman, Demi-gods and Mortals"- Annabeth glared at him, he cleared his throat. "Cross out that last part, grab your partners, and head out onto the dance floor". Aphrodite's eyes sparkled, as she glanced around the room for Ares. "Only dance with people you are married to, if you are married, I am talking to you Aphrodite", continued Apollo. Aphrodite scowled, but she gladly accepted Hepheastus' hand and headed out on the dance floor, (AKA my Living Room). Carrie strutted over to Ares, and batted her eyelashes. "Ares- was it, you want to dance." Ares smiled and decided to go out their and dance. It was so weird, seeing the powerful Olympians dancing in my living room. Heck, even Hades and Persephone were dancing. My attention adverted to Apollo, and how he grinned and then changed his outfit to a black shirt with YOLO printed on it in a dark purple, with matching pants. "Ladies And Gentelmen Boys and girls, please clear the dance floor", Apollo said over the microphone. Since when did we have a microphone? "Oh, Brother", cried Atremis. "Right back at 'ya little sis". "Ares Please stay on the dance floor. Now it's time for all of you to be scarred for life!" He turned on the Cheetah Girls, I mean seriously?! Then he said the most stupid words in his immortal life: "Ares, get down".

Sorry for the cliffie, but I really needed it to end their and you will see why later. BTW, John's Hopkins is a hospital in Baltimore, Maryland, that's why I was laughing so hard when I read it