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Hera was innocently striding by the halls when she heard a giggle.

She ducked her head in the room that the giggle seemed to be coming from.

Zeus.

No, Zeus wasn't the one giggling. It would be absolutely scandalous if the King of the Gods giggled. It was a fair redhead wearing a micromini, something that Hera thought was inappropriate for women and especially young girls. Honestly, what is the need of too much leg exposure?

"Oh, I'd love to go to the dance with you!" the girl exclaimed.

Zeus smiled at her. "Thank you. I promise you a good time."

What? Her husband was going to a dance with another girl? A girl wearing a micromini? Outrageous!

A plan started to form in Hera's mind. The perfect revenge.

She was going to ask a boy to the dance.

With certain limits of course. No kissing, hugging, or any of those things. She wasn't going to be unfaithful to Zeus. She was the goddess of marriage!

But they would dance, and knowing Zeus, that will be enough to make him jealous.

Grinning, Hera quickly pulled her head from the door before the couple noticed her.

Hades spotted Demeter in the halls, turned white, and ran to the closest open door.

He'd been avoiding her since the incident with Nico and Lily. Demeter never quite forgave Hades for taking her daughter away, and he didn't want the same, stressful scenario for Nico.

An awful, sour smell entered his nose the minute he closed the door. Even worse than the smell of Styx, if that was possible.

Where am I? His hand felt the wall for a light switch, then he flicked the lights on.

He was in the janitor's broom closet. The mop next to him, which was covered with yellow gunk, explained the stench.

Then he realized that he wasn't alone. He whirled around to see...Hermes.

"What are you doing here?" they exclaimed at the same time.

"Hiding from Demeter," they answered in unison again.

"Wait, why?" Hades asked, feeling perplexed as he looked at his nephew.

Hermes looked sheepish. "I got news from Camp Half-Blood that my son Travis is dating her daughter," Hermes explained. "And I know that Demeter isn't really a fan of my kids. I've been avoiding her for days."

"Oh, boy," Hades muttered. "Well, at least your son is at camp. Unfortunately for me, Nico is also dating a daughter of Demeter, too. And of course, Demeter doesn't like Nico that much, because Nico hates cereal."

"What is up with these daughters of Demeter, anyway?" Hermes grumbled.

"You tell me," Hades said.

"Me? You're the one married to Persephone, Uncle," Hermes retorted.

Hades glared at him, but they spoke in unison again. "We need to tell her."

"She's going to bite our heads off, you know," Hades warned.

"Yes," Hermes moaned. "I had poison ivy in my underpants for a week just because I forgot to give her the shipment of pansies. In my defense, a lot of gods were asking me to give stuff back and forth. It's almost enough for me to quit being the god of messengers."

"But if we don't tell her, our sons would be in trouble," Hades said.

"Yeah, better us than them," Hermes said glumly.

Suddenly, the door opened, and an old man wearing overalls was glaring at them. The janitor. Oops.

"Get out of my closet!"

Hephaestus and Apollo were walking at the halls.

"Have you heard of the dance?" Hephaestus rumbled.

Apollo nodded. "Really hard to ask girls out when you're nothing but a teenager," Apollo said gloomily. "My godly charms don't seem to be getting through me. I feel like I'm back in puberty again, even though that was more than two thousand years ago."

Hephaestus was about to reply when a pretty girl approached them.

"Hey, baby!" Apollo exclaimed immediately.

The girl looked at him in disgust and turned to Hephaestus. "You're Charlie, right?" she asked. "We have the same art class."

"Oh, yeah," Hephaestus recalled.

"Anyway, it's a short notice, but wanna go to the dance with me?" the girl asked.

"Sure," Hephaestus replied.

"Thanks!" Giving him a brilliant smile, the girl left.

Apollo was staring at Hephaestus with his mouth wide open.

Hephaestus shrugged. "Sorry, man, you're on your own." Humming, he walked away, too.

"Any more brilliant ideas?" Poseidon asked sarcastically.

They were alone in the disgusting appartment, planning break-up strategies.

Athena gave him a gray-eyed death glare. "This 'breaking-up' business isn't of my specialty," she snapped. "Give me a Pythagorian theorem problem any day. Or blueprints, which I could fill and edit in less than a minute. Or..."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Poseidon muttered.

They've been on a roll for three days, performing three strategies, which all backfired on their faces. Literally, on Poseidon's part, explaining the bruises on the side of his head. But he doesn't want to talk about that.

"Maybe we should just give up," Poseidon suggested. He loved his son Percy, after all, and he doesn't want him to get hurt. Although, considering the bruises, it was him getting hurt, and he doubted if Percy even noticed anything. Besides, Percy and Annabeth were closer than ever.

"Give up?" Athena said shrilly. "No way."

"Wanna go to the dance with me tomorrow night?" Poseidon asked suddenly.

"What?" Athena was looking at him, aghast and a little...flattered.

"For more planning," he added quickly. "The dance seems like the perfect opportunity, you know, considering both my son and your daughter are there."

"Oh," Athena said, feeling a tad disappointed. No, no, not disappointed! she thought frantically. The last thing she needed was to end up like her daughter, falling for some sea creature. "Fine," she said brusquely.

"Okay, then," Poseidon said with a smile. "And let's have a snack. All this 'strategic reasoning' is making me feel ravenous."

"Big word for a kelp-brained God of the Sea," Athena said with a grin, and they both headed to the kitchen.

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