Hades had just exed out the Facebook page when his phone started vibrating. Hera, right on cue.
"Hello?" He asked warily.
"Hades, did you get the Facebook notification? I know you saw it."
He groaned. "Hera, you know these parties are never my thing."
"Did you see the theme? It's pool party nightclub."
"Yes, I saw. What does that even mean?"
"During the day it's a pool party and when the sun sets it's a nightclub indoors. Come on, Hades, keep up!"
He groaned again. "You know I'm not the party type."
"Persephone will be there," she replied. He could practically imagine her wiggling her eyebrows at him. It was true, it had been months seen she returned above ground to be with her mother. It was July, so the next time he would see her would be around November. To be very honest, Hades was tempted to visit his wife, even if it meant that Demeter was looming over him and constantly watching. But he hated parties, and the parties Zeus and Hera hosted could get quite...wild. Persephone had been to many of them and told him stories, and frankly, he would rather stay away. Zeus and Hera usually had parties during the summertime, so the only party Persephone missed while in the Underworld was the annual Christmas party. And they both heard stories about them. The fact alone that last year the 30-foot Christmas tree was set on fire and a candy cane somehow got stuck up Apollo's ass was enough to keep Hades away.
"Hera, I don't know..."
"Okay, just look over the e-vite and think about it. It's been so long since we've seen you and we want you to visit! Just to catch up as old friends," Hera said.
Hades sighed. He opened back up the very page he had just exed out and scanned his eyes over it. Hera was the one who usually organized the parties even though both her and Zeus were listed as hosts.
HERA AND ZEUS INVITE YOU TO A NIGHT OF DEBAUCHERY
**This is an ADULT themed party with drugs and alcohol so only children 13+ allowed**
Location: Hera & Zeus's mansion, Olympus
Theme is pool party nightclub Olympus. From 2-6 the party will be held outside at the pool. Nightclub comes out after dinner and party ends whenever people feel like leaving. Dinner will be provided by Your Royal Majesty Hera and her immaculate cooking skills. Bring your substances! Plus ones allowed (and encouraged). Condoms will be provided at the party ;) Happy partying!
"Hera, I can feel the hangover from just reading this description."
"Please, Hades! I'll make my homemade baklava ice cream, I know it's your favorite." Hmm, Hera did make very good baklava, and it was even better when she put it in homemade vanilla ice cream topped with chopped pistachio and honey. Hades scrolled through the invite list and found that yes, his wife was attending. Other than Demeter, he didn't find anyone he particularly disliked.
"Fine! I'll come if it means that much to you." Hera gave a short squeal.
"You'll have the night of your life, Hades. And don't worry, when Demeter gets drunk she stops giving a fuck about anything." Without a goodbye, Hera hung up.
Hades hung his head down in front of his computer. He was going to regret this so much.
He parked his car about three blocks from the mansion. He tried finding a closer spot but any amount of space was occupied by someone else's vehicle. Gods, how many people were attending? He was already wearing his navy blue polo and long, black pants but planned on taking it off and saving it for the nightclub setting. Hanging off his right arm was a small tote bag with his other possessions.
When he rang the doorbell to the palatial door, Hera opened the door. The moment she opened the door, blasting music assaulted his eardrums. "WAP" drowned the entire area within a 5-mile radius. Obviously, Hermes or Apollo had the job of picking the music.
"Hades! I was almost worried that you wouldn't come. Fashionably late, I see." She teased him with a raised eyebrow. Hades rolled his eyes. He didn't know how to come dressed to a fancy yet degenerate party. Hera, on the other hand, looked celestial. Her golden bikini hugged her skin, the bikini top pushing her large breasts together to form a line of cleavage and the bottom tracing her hips perfectly. She had two straps criss-crossed across her stomach and tied to the back, paired with 5-inch golden stiletto heels. Huh, even at a pool party she had to have her heels.
"Well, I'm here now. I'm going to change into my pool shorts." Hera motioned to the backyard, which shook her curled black hair that cascaded down the left side of her face.
"Everyone's out back there at the pool. Oh, also, since you came a bit late, there's no more baklava ice cream. You know how the kids love it so much, sorry about that. Have fun!" She blew him a kiss and took a swig from her pina colada. Did she always have a drink in her hand?
Hades grumbled something crass and slipped into his pool shorts. He braced himself for bass that would destroy his hearing when he stepped outside to the pool. There were probably about 150 people there, but Hera and Zeus's mansion had an enormous pool and backyard that managed to fit everyone. Now Hades had the job of looking for his wife.
One of his siblings, probably Poseidon or Hera, had slipped a drink of spiked watermelon juice in his hand. There was an array of nymphs, naiads, minor gods, and friendly Titans everywhere. Spotting his wife was becoming harder and harder by the passing minute. He had asked Ares if he had seen her, but he was so high he just laughed in his face and rolled on the ground, wetting his pants. Hades heard from Hecate some of the worst things that had happened at these parties, and unfortunately, someone peeing their pants in public was not the most shocking.
Hades was about to give up when he heard a group of women shouting. Aphrodite had kicked the trays of snacks and empty wine bottles off a table and climbed on top of it. The song was now "Body" by Megan Thee Stallion and Aphrodite was twerking to the point her white bikini bottom might slip off. Demeter, Hera, Eris, Selene, and Amphitrite were shouting "Ay! Ay! Ay!" in encouragement. Hera threw a few drachmas at Aphrodite while Demeter went up to pat her ass as she shook it. Hades was completely baffled. He had never seen his mother-in-law act so raucous before. During the early ages, he had gotten drunk with her when they were just siblings, but never to this point.
Remembering what Hera said, he shoved past the other guests to reach Demeter. Time to test if Demeter was actually loosened up. "Demeter!" Hades shouted at her. After a few tries, Demeter finally turned around to acknowledge Hades.
"Hades! I'm so happy to see you here!" Yep, the alcohol was in. "Never knew you were one for these festivities."
"I'm looking for Persephone."
"Oh, I last saw her chatting with Dionysus. Over there, by the pool." She waved her hand in some general direction and staggered, catching the edge of the table to keep her balance. "Oopsie! Might've had a few too many shots of vodka. See you later, Hades!" By now, Hera had also gotten on the table and was shaking her ass with Aphrodite. In any moment now, Zeus would see and become possessive that she was twerking for all to see. Thank Gods that Hades hadn't bumped into him yet.
Hades took a sip of his drink and squinted. Maybe the alcohol was messing with him, but everyone's faces were becoming a blur. He was about to cross over to the pool when he felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around to be greeted by a sincere smile from Hestia.
"Hestia! Didn't know you liked Hera's parties."
"I come to see the family, of course! It's just nice to see everyone have fun." He noticed that she was holding a Caprisun instead of an alcoholic drink.
"Are there kids here? Why do you have a Caprisun?"
"Oh, Hera got these just in case someone did bring kids under 13. Which people did. They're all in the jumpy house on the other side of the house." Hades could guess that Eros or Dionysus forgot to call for a last-minute babysitter and just left them aside for the day.
"Am I the only person who thinks that 13 is too young of an age limit for this kind of party?"
"Oh, Hades, you know they'll turn out fine. Hebe has been going to her parents' parties since she was 8, and she's okay." Hades turned around to see Hebe patting her mother's shaking ass. Well, at least they had a comfortable relationship. "Loosen up, Hades, and stop judging! Everyone's here to have fun, including you." She winked at him and walked away to catch up with Poseidon. He was almost shocked. Hestia was always the protective mother figure as the eldest sibling. Since when did she get so lax? Maybe he was left out of the loop by not coming to these parties.
It seemed that everyone was here. Even Artemis and Athena, who he figured were not going to twerk on any table anytime soon, were chatting in the corner with appletinis. Hades refilled his drink with some rum and guava juice when he spotted Dionysus.
"Dionysus!" He rushed over. Dionysus was definitely sloshing over from the alcohol. He also had a lit blunt in his right hand.
"Haaaadeeees!" Dionysus guffawed. "The party pooper's here!"
Hades groaned. "Have you seen my wife?"
"Who *hick* are you married to agayn? Agayn? Again-no, it's agayn. *hick* Orrrr are you single?"
"I'm married to Persephone. You were talking to her."
"Ohhhhh yeahhhh *hick* that was maybe an hour ago. Orrrr yesterday? Not sure HAHAHAHA." At this point, Hades was already turning around to leave. No use talking to a crossed drunk. He must have circled the place because he came upon the same twerking table, where Zeus was now screaming at Hera to stop "flashing your ovaries for everyone to see." She jumped off the table into Ares's arms so she could run away from her husband. Her son spun her around to the opposite direction of Zeus, and caught Aphrodite next who giggled delightfully. Zeus was cursing under his breath when he accidentally elbowed Hades in the chest.
"Hades? You're here! I thought for sure Hera was joking when you said you'd come. What do you think so far?" Hades inched away from his brother, whose breath reeked of Smirnoff. "Enjoying yourself?"
"I'm looking for Persephone."
"Oh, she'll turn up somewhere. What, got blue balls? Is that why you're here?"
"Ugh, Zeus. No, I just miss her, that's all."
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Zeus ruffled up Hades's hair. "What a nice sentiment, brother. Anyways, gotta catch Hera before she starts shaking those hips again. And take that stick out of your ass, you're so uptight! Just remember, we're gods. Our lives are meant to be filled with pleasure and euphoria." He patted his shoulder, winked, and sauntered off, shouting his wife's name.
Well, now that he had that gods-awful conversation with Zeus, he felt like giving up. He didn't hate his brother necessarily, but Zeus thoroughly annoyed him. He sat down in a chair after brushing off the empty beer cans and huffed. Hades closed his eyes, ready for his mind to clock out, when he felt a pair of soft, supple lips on his cheek.
"Persephone!" He leaped out of the chair and spun her in the air, her laughter filling his ears. "I've been looking for you everywhere!"
"I've been looking for you too!" She giggled when he kissed her passionately. "How do you like this party?"
"Well, let's see, I had to talk to Zeus, I saw Hera bouncing a bikini off of her ass, aaand Ares peed himself talking to me. So, the party's just getting started."
She giggled again. "I tried saving some baklava ice cream for you but Apollo took it and ate it. Sorry," she pecked him on the lips. "I did try though."
"That's okay, you are the highlight of this party, not the ice cream."
"It was really good though, I see why you like it so much."
"Okay, now you're just rubbing it in."
Everyone was filled in Zeus and Hera's massive dining hall. Hera realized that she didn't make enough food for 150 so she kicked out a good chunk of the guests, so all who was left were a few nymphs, the gods, and their plus ones. Hera was seated on Zeus's lap, her cheeks blushing with the warmth from the alcohol. Poseidon and Amphitrite were whispering sexual thoughts into each other's ears, which made Amphitrite giggle very loudly. Ares and Aphrodite were doing the same. In fact a lot of the gods were paired up and being very obviously lewd. Zeus, in a drunken stupor, had his hands tucked in Hera's cleavage without a hint of shame. Apollo was now passing around a bong in the design of a penis to whoever wanted it. It seemed that Persephone and Hades were the only ones not mauling each other.
"And-and, hehe, and Zeus took me to Samos after. It was breathtaking, absolutely gorgeous. Remember the water, Zeus? It was so warm, and the sand was lovely."
"And we 69'd on the beach for the first time that day."
"Zeus!"
"Your thighs were already drenched before we got there because you were so excited."
"Ugh, can you please learn to shut up?!"
"It's already common knowledge that our honeymoon lasted 300 years!" By now Hera was covering her face with her hands, the blush reaching her neck. Why she wasn't more embarrassed that her husband was kneading her nipples in front of everyone was a mystery.
Demeter walked into the kitchen with a billow of pungent weed smoke surrounding her face. "Anyone want a hit off my pen?" she asked. Amphitrite squealed and reached over. She drew in a long breath and let the opaque gray smoke flare out her nostrils like a dragon. Poseidon chuckled and did the same.
"Does it make you uncomfortable seeing your mother let loose like that?" Hades asked Persephone, who was more focused on finishing her bougatsa.
"Hm, at first, yeah. But now it's kind of funny." Hades grumbled and took a sip of his rosé. By now, no one was sober. Even Hestia was a bit tipsy off of some honey wine. It was amazing to him that only half of the party was done.
Hades could feel his stomach about to burst with Greek desserts when Hera cleared her throat and announced that it was nightclub time. Everyone had changed into clubbing attire already. All the women were wearing something skintight and opulent, and Hades was in his polo shirt and pants. Persephone was wearing a beautiful light pink gown that reached a few inches above her knee. She was bewitching.
In a move to act as salacious as everyone else in the room, Hades leaned into her ear and whispered, "You are so mesmerizing." Persephone giggled in response.
"Trying to fit in with the cool kids?"
"I haven't seen you in months, and word on the street is condoms are provided to our satisfaction."
She giggled again. "I'm sure that Hera and Zeus have many guest rooms here."
"The problem is finding a room before they're all taken for the night." He was about to close his eyes and lean in for a kiss when a heavy hand aggressively patted his head.
"HAHA, HADES IS GETTING LAID TONIGHT!" Zeus guffawed which practically shook the room from its volume.
"Zeus! Leave him alone!" Hera linked arms with him and started dragging him away, completely oblivious to the fact one of her nipples was peaking out her dress. Everyone was milling out, presumably to the living room where the biggest dance floor was. Hades offered his arm for Persephone to link, and they set off to dance.
The living room was filled with all the guests. The lights were off with a few colorful strobe lights on the ceiling. The speakers were at max volume and shook the floor with its bass. A lot of the couples were dancing, and others were trying their best to have some banter with the music in the background. Hera, Hestia, and Demeter were having a gleeful sisterly conversation while Zeus was on the other side of the room flirting with a nymph. Hades was overwhelmed with the humidity and vibrations. Persephone hugged his waist.
"Wanna dance?" She grabbed his hand and brought him over to the dance floor where Hermes and some unknown woman were grinding. Hades awkwardly stood still while Persephone turned around and started grinding on his hips. He blushed furiously.
"Hades, honey, you're supposed to grab onto my hips." He chuckled and timidly let his fingers snake around a chunk of her rump. The song "Crush on You" by Lil Kim wasn't too fast, so Hades continued to awkwardly sway his body to the beat. He hoped his wife couldn't feel the very prominent erection rubbing against her thighs. Persephone started laughing.
"What? What's so funny?"
"I just know you're so embarrassed right now." That didn't help his blush. Now his head was heating up like a bomb.
"You know this isn't my type of event."
"I know, it's just funny imagining your face." Persephone seemed to be enjoying herself, and Hades admitted to himself that this was a bit fun. Maybe he should come to these parties more. It was nice to catch up with everyone, and Hera's cooking was exquisite as always. This wasn't so bad after all. All those stories were probably just exaggerated rumors and-
The most ear-splitting scream. Everyone turned to the left of the room and paused their dancing and conversation. Uh oh. Looked like Hera caught Zeus trying to seduce someone else. Hades racked his hazy, drunken mind to recall the details of all those stories. Ah, yes. Whenever Hera and Zeus started fighting, the biggest catastrophe of the night was coming soon. Hades gulped. Couldn't his brother control himself for one night? Hades was actually having fun for once.
Hera's screams were louder than the music blaring from the speakers. Beads of sweat were leaping off of her face in fiery anger, and Zeus equally. The poor nymph Zeus was flirting with managed to sneak off while the divine couple was arguing. Hestia approached Hera to calm her down, only to cower in fear when Hera let out another deafening scream. With the combination of the humid air, the music, and Hera's shouting, Hades felt the room sway. Or maybe that was the alcohol. Eventually, people gathered around Hera's side to hurl their support. Hebe, Hestia, Demeter, Ares, and basically all of the female goddesses were behind Hera, their eyebrows furrowed in fury to match Hera's. On the other side, the rest of the male gods were gathered to back Zeus.
"Oh no, it's happening," Persephone muttered in a daze.
"This happens at every party?"
"Yep. It's basically a mini-war. Gods, we should get out soon."
"Wait, let's check the dining room if there's anymore of Hera's ambrosia brownies." Persephone and Hades scurried off to the empty dining room to find the twentieth, and last, fresh tray of brownies untouched. They shone like diamonds from the chocolate olive oil ganache that Hera had drizzled on top. Hades closed the grand doors of the dining room to block out the sound from the living room. Thunder and lightning could be heard outside.
"Yeesh, last time this happened, the parade float was wrecked to pieces. The naked leprechaun figure had his penis torn off."
"Parade float? Leprechaun?"
"St. Patrick's Day. The moment a 20-foot mechanical leprechaun was castrated, I left with my mother. Artemis did it, she called it 'symbolic.'"
"Ah."
They were almost done with the entire tray when Hades spotted Apollo's penis bong on a chair. "Hey, wanna smoke?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
Hades and Persephone were unsure for how long they were high, but it must have been hours. Throughout their trip, they heard banging and zapping from the living room. Sure enough, it sounded like a Titanomachy battle outside.
Hades lounged back with his muscular arm around Persephone's shoulder. Any bit of weed was gone. And there was a lot. Apollo was going to have a fit.
"Welp, looks like there's no more marijoowanna left." Persephone giggled at his eccentric pronunciation. She laughed even harder when she remembered her husband's lips touching the tip of a ceramic penis. She would have laughed hard even if she were sober, but she was doubling over from her giddiness. She was practically hyperventilating from laughing too much.
"Looks like my queen is having fun." He propped her up to sit up in her chair and wiped a few tears from her cheek. "Hera is going to be so mad when she finds out we ate all the leftovers." Every tray and dish of food was empty. Even the remaining feta spinach filling from the spanakopita dish was licked clean off the sides. The wine bottles were also empty and knocked to the side. Their munchies really took over.
"Let's get out of here," he whispered into the shell of her hair.
"Silly, neither of us are in a state to drive."
"Who says we have to leave the house?" Persephone snickered and got up when Hades offered his hand. They left the dining room to head towards the guest rooms, but passed the living room. Both of them were shocked to see that no one was fighting. Although evidence of a battle was there. A few of the speakers were knocked on the ground, but still functional. A couple of strobe lights had fallen from the ceiling and were shattered in the middle of the dance floor. All the couches had some lightning scorch marks on the cushions. Nevertheless, everyone was civil. The couples were grinding on the dance floor, and the rest were chatting to the sides. It was like everything went back to normal.
"Huh, Hera and Zeus probably made up," Persephone said. Sure enough, Hera was giving Zeus a lap dance on one of the sofas, which still had a baby flame blazing on the armrest. "Usually after they fight, things calm down when they make up." Hade was just glad they didn't have to witness the most violent part of the night. Their weed endeavor probably blocked out the chaos.
"Care to spare a few dances with me?" Persephone asked. Hades could feel the aforementioned blue balls that Zeus had teased him about, but the pleading look in his wife's eyes and the beauty of the white light gleaming off the curves of her tempted him for a few more dances. He could see droplets of evaporating sweat encircle Persephone. He was sure some of his own lustful perspiration contributed to the mist.
"Anything for my gorgeous wife." She gave a genuine smile and pulled him out to the middle of the dancefloor. "Like That" by Doja Cat was playing very loudly, but by now Hades's ears were already damaged hours before. After a few songs, Hades looked around and realized that a lot of the people dancing were gone. He turned around to see that all the couples were French kissing on the many (charred) couches that bordered the walls.
"Hades, I'm tired. I'm going to get some water." He nodded and walked back to the couch Hera and Zeus were on. He plopped himself down and stretched his back out, letting his eyes rest for a few seconds. He looked to the left to face Zeus and Hera.
"So, heard you guys made up- UGH GODS!" Hera was riding Zeus's penis with his pants unzipped and her breasts spilling out her dress. From the disturbing sex faces they were making, they were caught in their sexual reverie and didn't hear Hades. On second thought, they were also making loud moans but Hades didn't notice from the music and the weed that still addled his brain. Hera and Zeus's heads were thrown back and their eyes were closed.
Hades looked to his right and flinched. "Ew!" On another couch, Poseidon's head was tucked under Amphitrite's dress between her thighs, and from her face she was also completely unconcerned with the world. Her legs were wrapped around Poseidon's neck. Ares and Aphrodite were also engaging in oral sex, and Apollo and his partner were butt naked on top of each other. Holy mother Gaea! He was caught in the middle of an orgy! Persephone never mentioned this before!
He glanced to see all the celibate goddesses asleep on another couch. Artemis, Athena, and Hestia were evidently having a conversation before they all dozed off with their heads plopped on each other's shoulders. He jumped off the couch, disgusted, and brushed the bottom of his pants. Dear Gods, if he sat on a cum puddle on the couch, he was going to scream. The mere thought of it was revolting. Hades spotted Persephone languidly walking out the kitchen with a glass of water in her hand. Without hesitation, he raced over.
"Hades, wha-"
"Persephone, I think I know exactly what debauchery Hera was talking about in the invite."
"Hades, what are you talking about?"
"Everyone's having an orgy! You never mentioned this to me!"
She stammered. "What?! There's no way-" Persephone glanced over Hades's shoulder to see Hebe getting drilled doggystyle by Heracles on a wine red velvet couch. "Oh my Gods, it's an orgy! I guess Mother and I usually leave at this point so I never knew this happened." Her face of shock turned into horror. "Dear Tartarus, Hades, where's my mother?" Hades held his breath. The last thing Persephone needed was to see her mother getting her black blown out on a sofa.
"Maybe it's best if we just turn around."
"Hades, wait-"
"Oh no, Persephone, I think it's best if we just never find out."
She slowly nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I-It would be too much. Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't go looking for something I know would scar me." Hades gingerly placed his hands on her shoulder and led her away from the living room, but right before they left he turned around without Persephone noticing. Maybe it was too dark, or he was too inebriated, or maybe she wasn't even there, but he didn't manage to spot Demeter in the crowd. He hoped to Tartarus that if she was here, his poor Persephone wouldn't have to see that.
They were tucked away in the kitchen where Persephone finished her glass of water. "So, I hope you aren't too traumatized from what you saw out there."
Hades shuddered. "It was just...a mess of bodies everywhere. I don't think I'll be able to look at anyone the same again." Persephone went on her tippy toes to give him a peck on the lips.
"You know, if you got over the shock value, I would've been open to participating." She wiggled her eyebrows in a teasing way. At the sight of surprise on his face, Persephone chortled. "Come on, Hades, I guess once you get over it, it sounds kinda fun." He shook his quickly, to which Persephone laughed again. "Alright, alright. I'm just teasing. But as long as my mother's not in it, I wouldn't mind trying it out with you." This time, she gave him a much more sensual kiss and placed her dainty hands on his chest.
"Weren't we looking for a guest room earlier?" Hades whispered. Persephone nodded. He lifted her up and carried her out the room with her legs wrapped around his waist. Hades rushed past the living room to avoid seeing another one of his acquaintances having sex and ran up the stairs to the hall of guest rooms. It had been decades since Hades went into Zeus and Hera's guest rooms, but right now he knew exactly where they were. He fumbled the doorknob on one of the rooms and pushed his way in. The quiet in the room amplified the buzzing in Hades's ears. Those speakers really shook up his eardrums.
After turning the nightstand lamp on, he tossed Persephone gently on the bed. "Didn't they say condoms were provided here? I haven't seen a single one," Hades said. Persephone turned her head to see a ceramic bowl with a design of satyrs in various sex positions. Found the condom bowl. She reached in and grabbed one out.
"Found them," she smirked.
"Haaades! I know you saw the invitation!" Hades groaned into his cell phone. Yes, he did see it. "It's 80's themed this time! I already know my outfit. I just need to figure out what to do with my hair and makeup. I'm thinking of curling my hair and putting it in a side ponytail, then purple and pink eyeshadow, orrr I was going to do a-"
"Hera, I don't know if I'm coming to this one."
"Come on, Hades! I put in a LOT of preparation for this. And admit it, you had fun last time!"
"Hera, that was two months ago and I swear I still have a hangover. It also traumatized me."
"Oh please, what could've possibly scarred you so badly? We lived in our father's stomach our entire childhood! A party can't be worse than that, can it?"
"I saw you bouncing on Zeus's dick on your living room couch! That was utterly disturbing!"
Silence. "What? Hades, what are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb, Hera. I'm talking about the orgy!"
"What? What orgy?"
"The-the, what do you mean what orgy?! The one where everyone was fucking in your living room! I still see Zeus's cum face in my nightmares!"
Silence again. "Hades, the last thing I remember is talking to Hestia and Demeter on the dance floor. Then I woke up in my bedroom the next morning-well, technically it was the afternoon."
"Dear Gods, so you don't even remember the fight?!"
"Ohhh, is that why all of my couches are burnt to a crisp? I was wondering what happened there."
"Ugh! Does no one else remember that?"
"Well, this is the first I'm hearing of it. Come to think of it, maybe we should make the 80's party officially an orgy party. You know, so people can come prepared and expect it!"
"Goodbye, Hera."
"Wait, wai-" He hung up before she could even start her attempt to convince him. Nope.