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Who: Everyone at camp.
What: Apollo's sacred day.
Where: The ampitheater.
When: August 7, 8:30 PM.
Why: Apollo's at camp today, and as the god of music, he's holding a dance.

It was decided at the meeting of the summer gods, the Summer Solstice, but it took Apollo physically coming to the Big House and scolding Mr. D for being lazy and not putting up any fliers to actually get the god of wine to do it, a week in advance.

Apollo prides himself on being the god of just about everything - though Mr. D would say, out of the cocky god's earshot, that he's the god of everything nobody else wanted to be the god of. Because of this, he's always had a self-assured attitude which is sometimes hard to deal with.

Because of this, when he decided he was going to throw a dance for the demigods towards the end of the summer as a reward for accepting children of other pantheons into their Greek camp so well, most of the other gods decided to just let him have it rather than argue. (Considering that Hera and Zeus had gotten into three separate spats since the Solstice began, they'd all had enough godly screaming for one meeting.)

So at about 8:30 on the nose - since he's used to following a tight schedule on the sun chariot and he's excited about this, he'll be on time - a flaming, bright red Maserati drives up to the ampitheater. Apollo doesn't even have to lift a finger for the trunk to open, and speakers as well as state of the art DJ equipment rise up onto a platform. He waves his hand, and club music with a thumping bassline starts playing.

(Never say that Apollo doesn't like to make an entrance.)

Requests will be taken all night by Apollo, who will be manning the dj booth as well as making up freestyle haikus. He's one of the more amicable gods, especially to his kids, which he's hosted more of at Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter combined than any other god. He's charming and younger looking than most gods, with a cocky smile and sandy hair.
If you're a pretty girl, he might hit on you.

(Apologies in advance. He'd say old habits die hard because he's right. Sorry, Hunters of Artemis.)

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[ He snorts. Nice fumble there, Nat. ]

That's the plan. Gotta refuel before dazzling everyone with any more of my moves.

Maybe I should have brought sunglasses. [ She wrinkles her nose, snickering at him. This is easy. It should be like this. ]

I was just on my way there for a refill.

[ This is much easier than he's been expecting, thank the gods. He should've bumped into her sooner. ]

Great! I'll join you.

[ And he'll lead the way. ]

[ She folds her arm across her strapless dress, wrapping her hand around her upper arm. A small, tentative smile forms on her face as she pushes through a few campers along the sidelines, cup in hand. ]

Did you come here with anyone? [ D'oh, don't start with that, Natalie. ]

Nope, all by my lonesome.

[ Not that he has any issues with that; Leo is the life of any party he goes to, or so he thinks. Hey, as long as he has fun, who cares, right? Maybe if they hadn't been avoiding each other, he would have asked Nat to come with him. As friends, of course. Because that's what they are. Friends. ~~Even if you don't kiss your friends.~~ ]

[ She has never been the type of girl to complain over not having a date. There is a handful of people who she could hang out with over the course of the evening, or she could simply slip away and sit by the lake in her dress. The night is cool now and the thought doesn't seem half bad. ]

Me too. [ A beat. ] Apollo's taste isn't music isn't half bad, so I guess I can't judge a god by the, uh, state of his haikus.

And yet I still haven't seen you out there.

[ One thumb points back at the dance floor, but he doesn't actually expect her to get out there and go for it. Dancing isn't everyone's thing, and that was cool. Doesn't mean he won't tease about it, though. ]

You haven't been sulking with Enjolras have you?

[ Seriously, that guy needs to learn to let loose once in a while. ]

I don't do dances. [ She raises an eyebrow at him as she reaches to spoon punch into her empty cup. ] And neither does he. So.

Can you cut a rug?

You don't do dances, and here you are. At least he has an excuse.

[ It is Apollo's sacred day. Otherwise, Leo's pretty sure the guy wouldn't be here.

At Natalie's question, he gives her an offended look. ]

What kind of Latino do you think I am? Of course I can.

[ She snorts into her cup. ]

I don't go around stereotyping. It's just hard to picture you doing the salsa or something.

[ That may or may not be a challenge. ]

[ Did she just... Is she... ]

You don't think I can do it.

[ Cue Natalie sipping her drink innocently, eyebrows lifted in a slightly smarmy manner. ]

Never said that, buddy.

[ It was more of an invitation. ]

You totally don't!

[ Cannot. Believe it. When has he ever lied to you?

Grabbing Natalie's hand, he pulls her back in the direction of the dance floor. You don't believe him? Fine. ]

C'mon, I'll prove it.

Wh -

[ She doesn't even finish her drink, hastily setting it back down on the table just before Leo ever so gently escorts her onto the dance floor. Now, she's out of her element but she tries not to let it on.

Oh gods, he's going to dance with her. How many people are watching now? ]

[ Leo's never exactly been a bad dancer; he's just never had a reason to put that much effort into casual dancing. So if he looked like a dork sometimes, whatever. It's for fun, and he's not one to show off like that anyway. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Granted, this isn't the perfect music for it, but Apollo's not going to switch mid-song. It'll have to work.

Obviously, being the one with a point to prove, he has to take the lead. Pulling Natalie close, he gives her a smug look before releasing her and taking a few criss-crossing steps back with his bowed, rolling his shoulders in time with the music.

Are you ready for this, Natalie? Because he doesn't think you are. ]

[ Oh gods, this is a real thing that is happening to her. Natalie can contain her nervousness but she cannot hold back the blush creeping down her neck, especially when she's flung into his arms and then out again. She isn't clumsy and doesn't trip over herself, but, boy, has she been thrown for a loop.

She snorts and covers her face with one hand when she sees him shimmying.

No. No she is so not ready for this. ]

[ Somehow, he manages to suppress a laugh when he looks back up, straightening his upper body and taking one step left, cross, one step right, and spin because that's what the music calls for. Leo comes out of it with hips rolling in a true Latin-style dance, and then it's all about the footwork and which step goes where and how to coordinate it with the obligatory flourishes of his arms. ]

[ Here she is, stiff-backed and frowny-faced Natalie, bursting into laughter amid a gaggle of dancers because Leo is apparently seducing her with Latin dancing. She puts on her most serious face and straightens her shoulders to properly shimmy them in his direction, even tossing her dark hair over her shoulder.

Alright, take the lead. ]

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[ Oh, come on, Natalie, you can do better than that. Feel the music.

...The shimmy and hair flip are a start, and Leo takes that as an invitation to come closer, taking her hand and swinging her around. The song beating through the speakers is starting to reach a climax - reasons why you do not start dancing in the middle of a song; duh, Valdez - so he spins Natalie in close so her back is almost touching his chest, still swaying in time with the rhythm.

Is he smirking right now? You bet he is, and she can probably hear it in his voice when he asks: ]

So how was that?

[ If there's anyone to catch her off guard - no, catapult her off guard, it's Leo. Before she can react after taking his hand, Natalie turns her head over her shoulder to look at him with the most baffled expression in her eyes. She almost misses his question.

An embarrassed laugh bubbles up from her core and sneaks through her lips, even as she tries to hold it back. Resistance is futile because she is duly impressed. And furthermore, her challenge had been successful. Even if she isn't a dancer, Natalie is quick and dips out of his embrace to switch hands, actually spinning Leo under her arm, into her own. ]

[ That catches him off guard, and in complete contrast to not even a minute ago, Leo nearly stumbles, but he can't help laughing. ]

I'll take that as a nine out of ten.

[ He knows he's not perfect, but bragging is not off the table. ]

[ When he laughs, she starts up again, throwing her head back, still holding onto his hand though she's released him from their dance position. She's very conscious of that and doesn't make a move to fix it. ]

Fine. You're good. Better than me, anyway.

[ He nods in satisfaction. Point proven. ]

And you didn't believe me. So how about them drinks? Maybe bringing the sun to the dance floor wasn't such a great idea.

[ He's parched after all that, and it's not just from the dancing. Not that he'll be admitting to it. ]

[ That gets a snort out of Natalie as she leads him off the dance floor to scattered applause from a few campers still watching them. She's eager to get out of the metaphorical spotlight for a long while. ]

Haephestus boy can't take the heat?

[ She grinned coyly over her shoulder. ]

[ Scoff. ]

Hephaestus boy needs fuel, like any other well-oiled machine.