Woops. I just realized that in Ch. 1, I put Phobeus instead of Phoebus Apollo. Oopies. Someone didn't do her research.

I got this idea from a reviewer. Thanks Weirdness-is-cool!

And I realize the appearance of some gods present is a little unrealistic, thank you very much. I just don't give a damn. If you need an explanation so much, either A. Come up with one yourself, or B. Ask me.

Disclaimer: Does anyone actually own PJO here? ...*crickets chirping* See?

D is for Darts

The Olympians were lounging around in the throne room, bored. (They seemed to be doing that more and more often... Hm. Strange.)

Suddenly, Apollo burst through the door, too excited to even change back from his human form.

"Hey guys!" He said excitedly. Everyone mentally braced themselves for whatever genius plan Apollo had this time.

"Guess what?" he asked, practically bouncing.

"What?" Hermes asked, beaming at the aspect of something (hopefully a prank) to do.

"I was at this bar-"

"What else is new?" Athena muttered.

"Probably chatting up some innocent girl too," Artemis scowled.

"Anyways," Apollo said, shooting a nasty look at the pair, "I found this giant dart board! Look!" He drew a large leather canvas-resembling roll out of nowhere.

"Wait," Zues said, holding a hand to his forehead, already feeling the headache coming along. "You just took the thing from the wall?"

Apollo grinned, missing the incredulous tone in his voice. "Yup!" He frowned, "Was that bad?"

"Yes!" Hera muttered indignantly.

"No," Hermes soothed. "It was fine."

"Says the God of Stealing." Hades mumbled.

Apollo went on talking. "We should totally play darts!" he said enthusiastically.

"We're busy," Zues said, trying to work his way out of this.

Apollo raised an eyebrow. "Dionysus is here. Dionysus. And guess what he's reading. Entertainment Weekly. When is he not reading wine magazines? Never. If he's bored of his wine mags, you're all definitely bored."

Poseidon sighed dramatically, rising from his throne. "Damn you for being perspective at all the wrong times."

"Great!" he practically bounced around, setting the thing up. "You should all relax," he called. "It's not like anything'a going to go wrong."

"Ooooowww!" Dionysus screeched at the dart stuck in his arm.

Apollo smiled nervously, "Sorry?"

Ares scowled, plucking the remaining darts from Apollo's hand. "Never giving you the fucking darts again."

"Agreed," the other gods murmured.

Poseidon scowled childishly, "I can't believe you did that. How did you even manage to get darts in Hestia's fire?"

"And my chair," Hades grumbled.

"My arm!" Dionysus howled.

"And my cat!" Hera picked the thing up by the scruff of its neck, shaking it at Apollo.

"You know," Apollo said, backing away. "I think I'm just gonna...run away."

He shot away, leaving the rest of the Olympians hot on his heels.

I'm not gonna lie. I'm not sorry. I took great pleasure in spamming you with this not-even-a-drabble. :D

Review!

Music, out. :)