Robert led Chris and Weston into the bar, which was certainly unusual, seeing as how everyone else in said bar was also a teenager.

"My friend set this place up a couple months back. It's for teens, but the police mind their own business, as long as they get ten percent of the profit."

"What makes you think he'll be here?" Chris asked.

"Well, she's the bartender, so it makes sense."

"Hold on. She?" Weston asked, seemingly a bit more interested now, raising an eyebrow and folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Yeah. Does that bother you, West?" Robert sarcastically remarked as he let out a short chuckle.

"It makes sense. Dionysus was dressed up as a girl until he was 12." Chris said, shrugging. "Of course, once Hera found Dionysus, she caused his parents to go insane before killing them."

"Yeah, well, her parents aren't dead, so we can assume that that won't apply."

"We figured that already seeing as how she wouldn't be my daughter, considering the fact we're the same age."

Suddenly, a commotion was heard from the bar. The three looked over and saw an obviously drunk teenage girl, around 17, standing on the bar, with no shirt on, and wasn't even bothering to cover her assets. Her Blond hair was unkempt, like she didn't care about brushing it, and her hazel eyes gleamed with drunken humor.

"Is that-?"

"Yeah." Robert replied, sighing and rubbing his face.

"Well, at least I get a great view. I don't know about you guys." Weston said with a sly grin, slightly laughing to himself, definitely already interested.

"Weston… Don't get any ideas." Chris said in a more serious tone as he stuffed his hands into his pocket and looked over at the taller boy, who maintained his smile perfectly.

"Already too late for that." He replied, deciding to go ahead and approach the bar.

"Heeeeyyy. Did you bring *hic* moonshine? Heh. Moon. Like what I'm doing. Orrrr maybe flashing. Ehh.. fuck it" The girl asked, looking at Weston.

"If I did, I would have had all of it myself. I have some guy over here saying he knows you." He joked at first before explaining that someone she knew was here. Weston gestured behind him, over to Robert.

"Oh,yeaaaah. Thaaaat guy. *hic.* Uhhhh...Rover?" The girl then laughed, apparently finding that hilarious. "Heeere, doggie. Momma got a treat for you."

Chris looked at Robert. "Is there any way to get her sober quickly?"

"Bartender! Pour me another...fuckit, give me th' bottle!" The girl yelled, forgetting that she was the bartender herself, nor had she specified what she wanted.

"Usually, if she runs into something, she snaps out of it. She has to hit her head though." Robert said, shrugging.

"Hit her head, eh?" Weston said as he cracked the knuckles of his right hand, balling it up into a fist as he began to slowly reel it backwards.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I didn't mean put her in a coma!" Robert said quickly.

"Don' touch me, you *hic* pervert." She exclaimed said, as she haphazardly threw an empty whisky bottle in the general direction of the group.

Even if the bottle wasn't going to connect with anyone, Weston caught the bottle before it hit the ground, using the momentum to launch it right back at her. The bottle hit the girl in the forehead, breaking as it hit her, and she slumped to the floor. Chris and Robert both stared at Weston.

"In my defense.. I did hit her in the head, so there is a good chance she'll be sober when she wakes up. And I didn't throw it that hard on purpose. Also, can someone get her a shirt?"

"I said knock her out of it, not knock her out!" Robert said, as someone tossed the girls shirt over..

"Should've specified." Weston replied, catching the shirt and placing it on the bar..

Chris sighed before looking at the other teens in the bar. "Okay, people, we need everyone to leave. We have business to attend to with the bartender. If you have any problems with it, you can take them to him."

Chris gestured to Weston, who simply looked at the other teens. Without a word, everyone filed out, until soon, only Chris, Weston, Robert, and the bartender were left.

"So what's her name?" Weston asked, breaking the silence and he looked at the unconcious girl and crossed his arms.

"She's called Emily. We've known each other for a while. We're partners in crime, in a sense. A couple of days ago, we were thrown out of a catholic mass because she managed to chug all the communion wine while I distracted the priest."

"Sounds like an idea anyone can get behind. Well, so far we have a drunkard, a kleptomaniac, Emperor Palpatine's son, and a gun-nut. Seems like we have quite the team, eh?" Weston replied with a hearty laugh, shaking his head as he paced the floor around them.

"Trust me, Weston, when I say this: It'll only get weirder from here." Chris replied. Emily began to stir, then sat up.

"Huh? Robert? What are you doing here?" She then looked down, yelped, and covered her chest, blushing profusely. "And where the hell is my shirt?"

Robert sighed as he handed Emily her shirt. "You were drunk again, and these guys wanted to talk to you. Something about us being modern reincarnations of the Olympians?"

Emily looked at Robert. "You do know that you sound bat-shit insane, right?"

"Hey, they busted me out of jail. I'm gonna help them."

"Right." Emily then looked at Weston and Chris. "And how do I know you two aren't just out of your fucking minds?"

"Considering that you managed to chug a full bottle of moonshine without passing out, I'd say the proof speaks for itself." Weston said.

"Okay, so i have a few talents-"

"Do you like acting?" Chris asked, jumping in.

"Well, yeah, but what-"

"Do people have a weird tendency of following you around, partying until they drop?"

"Not regularly, but-"

"Have you ever been mad to a point where someone you know has gone crazy?"

"How is that my fault?"

"Yeah, your who were looking for."

"Why are you looking for me at all?"

"Simple. I have a proposition for you that you might be interested in."

"What do I get out of it."

"All the alcohol you want. No charge."

Emily stared at Chris. "I'm listening."