Page 129 of Crown of Olympus
Nyssa smirked and hummed a yes, before downing the shot in front of her. She then shocked us all by climbing onto the table, snatching Aros’ full glass on her way up, and chimed in for the chorus.
“And my, oh, my,
what a tale this would be,
when the hunter’s daughter
fell to her knees for me.
And my, oh, my,
what a mighty change of luck,
when the hunter’s daughter
puckered right up.
The lassie took me in
and started to suck,
She blew my mind
when she blew my cock.
Stole my coins,
right out my sock,
grabbed the skirts
of her blue frock,
and ran away from me.”
The crowd cheered as the goddess of death raised her glass in the air from her table-turned-stage and downed it in one smooth gulp. She bowed low, basking in their attention.
I was pretty sure the three other gods seated at our table fell in love with her just then, too, based on the awed looks on their faces. Too bad she would never be theirs.
She was mine.
And I intended to make sure she knew that we were inevitable.
A new figure sashayed up to the table, slow-clapping the goddess’ lewd performance, a knowing smile curving her lips.
“I thought you saved those sorts of performances for our wine nights, Nyss,” Aphrodite purred.
Nyssa grinned, as wide as her swollen face would allow. Aphrodite had the decency to cringe in response.
“Sorry, Aph. The music called, and the liquor answered,” she said with a laugh, eliciting a smirk from the sun god. She was one of few who never forgot to sign as she spoke — even, apparently, when she was heavily intoxicated.
Aphrodite slid into the booth and leaned over the sticky table to hold Nyssa’s pale hand.
“What happened?”
“Poseidon happened,” I spat.
Aphrodite’s eyes shot to mine, her perfect features twisting in surprise. “What?”
