"Athena, I feel ridiculous." Apollo said, fiddling with the torn up vest he wore, which exposed his bare chest.
"Oh c'mon, Apollo! Just have some fun with it. Nothing wrong with a little roleplaying." Athena replied from in the bathroom as she was changing into her outfit.
"I understand that," He said, sitting on the bed as he lifted up his eyepatch and rubbed at his eye. "But why pirates? Is it just an excuse to get me to wear an eyepatch?"
"You'll be singing a different tune when you see my outfit." Apollo could swear he somehow heard is girlfriend winking after that sentence.
Apollo sighed and laid down on the bed. "Well, at least one of us will be pleased with what we see."
"Apollo, don't be like that! You're outfit is adorable. I especially love the bandanna on the head look for you."
"My hair sure doesn't agree with it."
Athena groaned. "Must you complain about everything? You're hair's gonna be messed up when I'm done with you anyway."
Apollo smiled to himself. Well, she's not wrong there.
"Alright, I'm ready!"
Apollo leaned up to look at Athena's outfit. And his jaw nearly hit the floor.
The young beauty had pulled her hair out of its trademark side ponytail, allowing her long orange hair to flow down her back. Her shirt could really only be described as a tube top, covered with blue and white striped. She also wore tattered shorts with a blue sash at the waist. She was absolutely breathtaking.
"Well, whaddya think, matey?"
Apollo stood and strode over to the woman, taking her face in his hands and planting a passionate kiss on her lips. When the two finally parted, he looked deep into her eyes and spoke.
"I think I'm ready to plunder that booty, me bucko."