Poseidon's Palace
At Casketball practice that day, Deuce had pulled Clawd aside and told him, albeit nervously, that his father was Poseidon and that he wanted Clawd to come with him to the party.
Of course, Clawd had agreed and had arrived almost exactly as Deuce did. He had immediately dissapeared into the crowd after saying hello, but Clawd had no idea where he was.
Clawd Wolf's eyes scanned the ball room full of people he had never even heard of, to try and find Deuce and Cleo.
He swept his eyes over every part of the room trying to locate them when his eyes fell on Medusa.
The brown pythons that replaced her hair, were swept up on her head in a traditional Greek hairstyle. She was wearing a long white loose, sleeveless Greek dress, tied with a silver cord around her waist. Clawd thought it was called a chiton but he could never remember. Its trim was sewn with intricate silver designs and a light teal back.
Clawd's breath caught in his throat as he stared at her. She was absolutely stunning.
Dude! He thought to himself, though it seemed to materialise from a voice behind him-
"Why are you checking out my mom?" Deuce asked.
Clawd turned around to reply but instead he just opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish.
Deuce laughed. "You're not the first person that's happened to."
Clawd regained tha ability to speak. "That's... good to know. Where's Cleo?"
"She's not here yet." Deuce said.
"Isn't the whole point of a plus-one to bring them with you?"
"She told me I had to go first." Deuce explained. "Probably going to surprise...me."
His mouth gaped open as he caught sight of Cleo at the front door.
She was wearing a knee length golden silk dress that gently shimmered in the faint light. The top was a single sleeve wrapped over her shoulder and down her right arm. It was blue, yet began to be speckled the father down the bodice you went until it was totally gold. Her belt was solid gold with amethyst insets and a blue scarab clasp.
If Clawd, a guy who wasn't interested in Cleo(anymore), was spellbound, he wondered what Deuce was thinking.
Cleo was the most beautiful person, living or dead, Deuce had ever seen.
He stumbled towards her, and took her in his arms. "Cleo."
"Deuce." She said.
Deuce sighed happily. "Cleo." He repeated.
"What?" She asked.
"I love you so much. Hades, I don't think I know how much I love you."
"No? Why not?"
"Because I love you too much."
Cleo laughed. She kissed him and Deuce got lost in a world where only they existed.
A camera flashed, interrupting Cleo's moment with Deuce.
Cleo turned to the source to see a girl sheepishly smiling back.
"'Delia!" Deuce scolded.
"Sorry. I couldn't help it! You know how much I love taking pictures of couples." She said.
Cleo's eyes had adjusted to the light and she could now tell that this strange girl was rather beautiful.
She had wavy black hair, that seemed to have been dip-dyed in a rich blonde colour, that was draped over her shoulder, and her green eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam that seemed to be miked with a small hint of sheepishness.
She was wearing an off-the-shoulder black shirt, trimmed with red. The sleeves were floppy and light, fading from black to red. She was wearing a black skirt, sprinkled with shed sequins, the front stopping just before her knees, the back, halfway down her calf. She was only wearing one piece of jewellery, a golden dragon, curled up with a jade eye, hanging off a black chain around her neck, half obscured by the bulky camera she carried.
Deuce shook his head, "right, you haven't met her. Medealia, this is Cleo." He gestured to her. "She's my girlfriend, as you already figured."
She stuck out her bronzed hand, "Pleased to meet you Cleo. I hope Deuce is good to you. You seem like a nice person."
Cleo shook her hand and smiled. "Pleased to meet you too."
"And this is Clawd. He's my best friend."
"Wassup?" Clawd said.
"Nothing much." Medealia replied. "Any way, I'll see you guys around. I'm gonna go and try and get some good shots of the 'big' couple." She winked, and dissapeared into the crowd of people.
Cleo turned to Deuce. "Who was that?" She asked.
"Yeah." I agreed.
"Medealia Gois," Deuce explained. "She's the daughter of Medea. I've known her since I was two. She's always been great at photography and painting. And, no. I have never liked her."
"Okay." Cleo nodded, linking her arm in her boyfriend's, and resting a head on his shoulder. They stood like that, with me leaning against the wall, smiling, seeing two of his best friends happy together.
A thought crossed my mind. "Hey Deuce?'
"Yep?"
"I hate to interrupt, but I don't even think I've heard of half these people. Care to introduce us to your family and friends?"
"Sure." He grabbed Cleo's hand and said, "stay close. It's easy to get lost in here."
I followed closely behind Cleo for the next few hours while Deuce introduced them. It was...interesting.
Out of the thousands (two hundred and forty four) people we met, I had heard of, five of them, maybe. Deuce pulled us through the crowd, introducing us to three, maybe four or five people at a time.
They were all relatively nice, and most sounded like they had interesting stories to tell us later. Deuce had short conversations with them all, Cleo and I listening and trying to pick up hints on Medusa and Poseidon's relationship, how it was started, how it was going. We listened and learned that Deuce had done and seen more things that we could have ever guessed.
I'm not sure how long we went around, meeting these people, but by the time the dinner bell was ringing, my stomach was sore from hunger.
I so should have eaten before.
A bell rang from the front of the hall. We turned to see a man with wind-tousle dark brown hair, bright, sea green eyes and tanned complexion looking at us.
He looked to be about middle-aged, wearing a navy blue suit, white shirt and blue tie with orange fish...Nemo?...on it. Somethings about him reminded me of Deuce, but I couldn't guess what. Maybe it was the informality of the tie...no, yes, but that wasn't it.
He opened his mouth to speak...