Share a Coke with Percy

Hermes and Apollo

"Please Hermes! Just ask him."

"No. I can barely tell him the stuff I have to tell him. I can't just ask him to do a favor!"

"Yes you can! For me! PLEASE?!"

"Ugh. Fine. Now out of me room!"

Hermes slammed the door in his younger brother's face.

The kid was asking him to ask his hot, smexy, tall, dark, manager, for a coke bottle with a specific name.

Just his luck. He could barely get out a word, much less a favor damnit.

Sighing, he got ready for work. Red pollo, tan jeans, and white sneakers. Putting on his messenger bag over his shoulder, he snuck out of the house, narrowingly being seen by his brother, and hopped into his car and drove off.

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Hermes stared at the wooden door in front of him.

Mr. Solace

Was on the plaque

Swallowing his fear, he raised his hand to knock. But he didn't get the chance to since his hot manager opened the door while his fist was in the air.

"Ah, Mr. Grace. How are you?" Asked his boss.

"Mr. Grace is my father Mr. Solace, name's just Hermes." Stupid, stupid, stupid, that was so stupid to sa-

"Then call me Apollo."

"O-okay..."

"So, why'd you decided to visit me on such a splendid evening?" Mr. Sol-Apollo asked, moving to let Hermes inside his office.

"Um, w-well my brother's trying to impress this guy, and he thought his name on a-"

"Sure, just write down the name on this." Apollo handed him a pad of sticky notes and a pen.

"Any specifics of the bottle does your brother want?"

"If-f-f it could be blue." Hermes looked up from writing. Apollo had and amused smile. Handing back his pad of paper, he became nervous.

"I could do that." Apollo ripped the top paper off, the one with the name, and stuck it to his desk, writing, make the bottle blue, on it.

"On one condition." Apollo started writing on the pad. "That I take you to this restaurant, at 8-ish this Friday?" Handing the paper to Hermes.

Hermes stared at the paper with wide eyes.

"That'd be wonderful..." He was shellshocked.

"I mean," he awkwardly coughed. "Would love to join you." He didn't look anywhere at Apollo.

"Good, now go, wouldn't want you to be late."

Hermes ran out of there as the redness in his cheeks got darker. He might just have to thank his brother for getting him a date with the manager.