"Can I buy you a drink?"

He was tall, blonde and blue eyed. He was also flashy and self centered and by all accounts, the human should have appealed to him in some way but that wasn't the case. Not right now. Right now, Apollo only felt agitation toward the inferior creature. His eyes narrrowed boring a hole in the back of the human's head. Said human male was far too intoxicated to realize he had a very powerful individual right behind him, ready and more than willing to strangle him.

"I ... don't th-"

"Oh come on, just one little-" That was it! The girl said no and with resolute resolve, Apollo shoved around him and inbetween his sibling and the infiltrator to her space.

"She already has a drink and I believe, she is what you call, out of your league. Now wander off." He made his voice heard above the boom of the latino music in the busy Salsa club they were currently occupying.

"Excuse me bu-" The man stopped talking the moment Apollo tilted his head. His eyes were glowing white. It was unnerving to most humans. Luckily for Apollo, it was unnerving to this one too. The blonde held up his hands in surrender, grabbed his pint and wandered off. Ever since the recent vote to allow Supernaturals to become naturalized citizens after a mass exposure protest, humans had been on edge. Apollo could hardly blame them. They were weak and currently facing creatures much stronger than they were. No longer were they at the top of the food chain. Now, they had to contend with Vampire, Superhumans, Demons, Angels, Shifters. None of them knew yet that the Gods of old Mythos were scattered around the world still hidden after the Christian crusades of old.

When the time came for protests, none of the Gods stepped forward. During the crusades, many Gods were driven into hiding. It had been a dangerous time and the world of angels and demons rose up to threaten the Mythos. Slowly people stopped believing and Mythical Gods faded into obscurity. Now, they hid in the human world, living their lives as humans did and melting into society. It was how they preferred it now.

Apollo turned to Artemis and growled, motioning to the bartender to refill their Mojitos. Apollo and Artemis were tall and beautiful. They held themselves with regality. They dressed in fine clothing that was fitted to their shapes. They always had their heads held high. They were Gods after all. Apollo had golden hair he had styled to fall acround his face in nice straight stands that glistened gold just so when the light caught them. His eyes were a golden brown and his brows were close enough to them to make him appear intimidating when he was staring you down. His nose was long and straight and perfectly proportionate to his face. His lips were thicker than you'd expect and rosier too. He could have easily passed for a woman if it was not for his jaw which was clearly that of a man. By far the most beautiful feature on the sun God was his hands. His fingers were long and thin, delicate and beautiful. He had flawless skin. His hands were square and big despite how thin his fingers were.

Artemis was tall and platinum blonde with her hair falling to her mid back curling in the small of her back just at the bottom. Her eyes were the kind of silver you saw in the moon when it was at its highest point during it's nightly cycle. Her cheekbones were high, the kind a runway model would sport. She had a perfect waistline that came out at her hips. The kind of hips men died for and they most definitely had met their end in the past when they had run head long after those hips.

Both siblings prefered to wear their colors with pride. Gold and silver though tonight Apollo had gone for a more muted color. A white shirt and black trousers and black loafers. He had some gold with a golden rolex around his wrist, a golden chain around his neck laying neatly along the well formed collarbone and one single gold tear dangling from a chain in his ear. Artemis, not to be out done, wore a light blue flowing princess style dress that came to just about her knees. The neck of the dress tied behind her own neck in a thick pretty bow and the back was low. A corset style in the front pushed her breasts up just so and in the middle of her chest hung a half moon pendent sparkling in silver with a beautiful blue sapphire.

"Oh, so grumpy, brother dearest." Art cooed, her hand running down his arm in a soothing motion. "I thought a night out might be good for us but I was wrong. Would you prefer to retire for the evening?" She leisurely turned to face the dancefloor, watching the couples as they swayed and moved along to the music. Apollo sighed and pulled his card out when their drinks were handed to them pressing it to the card machine to pay for their drinks then turned to follow his siblings attentions.

"The man was pushy. I don't appreciate his attentions. You said no. No means no. " The response from Art was a giggle and she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"My hero. Let's try and enjoy the rest of our evening now?" She offered.

It was at that point that one particular individual caught his eye. The boy was lithe and smooth. His movements were controlled and he was captivating, Sweat beamed on his forehead. His blue eyes caught the light just so. His full lips held a smile while he manipulated his dance partner in to the music. Apollo was captivated.