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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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Awesome.

( He's a little bouncy at that answer, surprisingly eager for a slow song, of all things, what with his mostly silent complaints about them so far tonight. Sure, there's the possibility of the whole ... sucking at it thing, but dwelling on it would definitely be a recipe for failure. So instead, Johnny will just grin to himself, tipping his head back to finish his beverage.

It doesn't take long for the current song to fade out and a decidedly slower one to emerge, courtesy of DJ Apollo. Johnny offers his hand, all prim and proper and gentlemanly. )

[ Before the song changes, she manages to dispose of her drink, handing a cup to a helpful nymph for proper clean up. Anna giggles in an ever so ladylike manner and takes his hand happily, following him onto the dance floor.

She has never slow danced with anyone, really, save for her own father. Even if there may be nothing there as far as romance goes, she's still quietly giddy about the whole thing. ]

( Johnny's a little nervous about it, because gods know that he doesn't actually want to prove how terrible he is at this, so he's really going to give an honest effort. And - really, how hard can it be as long as he just, like, focuses.

With one hand placed at a respectable place at her lower back and her other hand within his, he tries to step in time with the music, smiling sheepishly. )

[ Anna does her best not to laugh, for his sake. Normally, she laughs out of nervousness, but she doesn't want to make Johnny feel any more awkward than he might feel already. It's an odd situation, she realizes, and she does not want to disappoint as a sort of date.

When he reaches for a more proper stance, Anna is pleasantly surprised, stepping gracefully with him. It's quite nice. ]

( Yeah, laughing would be a definite ego-killer, or it would at least make Johnny a billion times more nervous than he already is. He hopes it doesn't show.

Still, dancing with Anna is easy enough. It takes far less effort than he ever thought slow-dancing would require, but the fact that she's already very graceful and such certainly helps him out.

And... it's okay. They're good. Everything's fine with the two of them now. Johnny might've been hesitant about all this before the dance, but it might've just taken tonight for him to get over any weirdness and his lingering almost-crush. So, for now, they're just two good friends dancing together. )

See. [ Anna says after a moment of silence and smiling. She chuckles, shaking her head. ] You aren't terrible at all!

[ Perhaps he isn't ready just yet for her to do a little twirl, but she does manage to move them both about the floor, no trips or toe-stubbing involved either. It's a lot more interesting than simply remaining stationary. ]

( He wrinkles his nose in faux-displeasure, but he's terrible at keeping the small smirk off of his face. ) Only because you're so good.

( Johnny is, of course, prone of exaggerating things every now and again. Moving about the dance floor is good, too, he thinks, considering standing still is a far cry from a skill he possesses. )

Oh, stop. [ But of course she's blushing because she's flattered nonetheless. ]

Now, I must ask you a serious question. [ Anna even lowers her voice seriously, furrowing her brow. ] Are you ready to twirl me?

( Serious question? Johnny's mind immediately jumps to the worst conclusions.

But ... then he laughs, caught completely off guard. )

Yeah, totally!

( And he does just that, lifting their arms up so she can successfully twirl. )