This was like a fucking preschool outing. Hermes saw the line of his relatives holding on to the looped rope and being lead down the street. It took Maria to herd Asclepius back from an alley. The doctor was in the hold of a major hangover and the old fuck was grumpy. But his foul mood was nothing compared to the asshole Prince of Horses. Areion shot him eye daggers that were filled with rage. He had to make sure others were between the two of them. That ass was nuts. It must have something to do with Tyche, but damn if Hermes was going to ask. Instead they just took the freaked out junkie he had captured and let the horse run off.
Demeter did sort of try to stop him. Hermes didn’t all. Gallop away, were his thoughts, one less child hanging on to the rope. They managed to drag a half dead bum, between an old jungle rot dirty old man, an older stiff nose lady with a cane, a good looking black woman who mumbled praises and curses in French, with Hebe running around them apologizing to other pedestrians. No one noticed. It was New York City.
As soon as they made it to some fancy apartment with Demeter as the guide, Hermes took a shower. Let them care for Hecate. Whose place was this again? Hermes wondered as he looked through the closet. Standing nude with all the draws opened looking at lots of nice duds to pick he thought he better check in with Athene. No cell phones for him. He went back to his old shirt and found his spider friend.
“I owe you friend. Now, find your lady. Tell her as always Hermes task is completed. With a bonus of some duped up attacker still alive and ready to question. We’re here by Hecate and the Doctor is in.” Hermes turned back to Danny’s closet and began to pick is new clothes.
After all, he had a date.