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Apollo had stayed near the dance floor, as if trying to purge himself of these confusing thoughts. Everything just seemed to be running in circles lately and laughing at him when he couldn't catch up. He could feel the young man come back downstairs, mainly because he was focused on him. Only by focusing on one human in particular could he follow their movements. But the focusing on him left his physical state seemingly disoriented. His eyes open and he glances to the firgure standing near the dancing crowd, whose eyes were searching.
He smirks a little, becoming still in the sea of movement around him as he calmly walked through the storm of bodies to the edge of the crowd. He stares at the young man for a second, still not even knowing who he was or how he knew him. He says slowly, "We need to talk..." He walks past him, making a small gesture for him to follow. He knew the youth had demands on his time, so it was imperative to get them a place where no one coud disturb this potentially odd conversation. So he leads him to his "room."
It was at second floor, up some stairs that were away from the rest. This "room" was odd, looking to be more like a private trysting room. All the lights in the room were dim and the room was totally submersed in soft things, a soft bed, a couch, many large cushions on the floor and tables. Everything seemed to be made for the safety and pleasure of a young drunk couple who weren't watching where they were going. And it was all extremely embaressing. Of course, Apollo had led some of his adventures up here, taken a few men and women to bed with him. But it was never really for any purpose other than to please the fact that he WAS a rock star.... and a rockstar who wasn't busy was unheard of... He had also used these escapades the fulfill a simple lonliness of a decade on earth.
He unlocks the door and leads him inside, "Sorry about the mess... I don't want your boss to find you.... Get comfortable if you like..."
After he had gently said these things, as if they were formalities that had to be said, like a ceremony, and now he was getting down to business. He turns on his heel and asks, almost sharply, "How did you know me?"

Apollo's eyes widened, then winced slowly. Was he lying?... That was too acurate to be a lie but... it was impossible. He groans lightly, plopping down on a couch as his eyes stared at space. Now things were really getting odd. He couldn't have gotten things like that from a history book... and judging by the fact that all education after basic had been abolished, a history book may have been hard to come by. And he knew the classic languages. That was too weird to be coincidence. Could he actually have been telling the truth? Endymion was an ancient name, it all matched up, but it didn't seem possible. How could he have.... He blinked as he heard the voice of memory in his mind. It was Diana's voice that brought him to the memory again and again, but now it stuck out brightly "Apollo, don't even speak of love. Love is asleep for a thousand years and you'll never find him. You don't even know who love is... And you say you are in love? Love won't wake up until..."
Apollo suddenly looked up, staring at Endymion almost as if scared. Had he known Diana? Why had Diana called him "love"? Could that be a coincidence too? He shiveres slightly and glances out the window, at the moon outside. He wouldn't ask him about it. He had convinced himself long ago that he didn't care what Diana did with her time... But he missed his sister as much as he had when he was a child. They were always close and it was like a part of him was missing. But he knew that after she had said those words, she had advised Jupiter to send Apollo bound and gagged to forever writhe in the rive styx. He shudders. No, he didn't care what his sister was up to. He asks softly, "You still believe in the gods?" His bright violet eyes turn back to the boy, the anger and confusion gone, now simply hopeful. It had been so long since... since anyone believed in the gods. he hadn't felt a prayer to him in nearly a century.

Apollo rose swiftly the moment he saw the boy's boss there, but stayed still and calm. He had already hatched a plan quickly. As soon as Endymion starts getting upset, he crosses to the door, to where the dancer's boss stood. He dug to his back pocket at his wallet. He was paid well from his work as a musician and he never spent the money he earned since gods needed neither food nor drink and since the club was paying his rent. He smirks up to the burly man, beginning to finger through hundred dollar bills as simply as a child playing jacks.
He says smoothly, directing the first comment to Endymion but his eyes never leaving his boss, "You shouldn't lie about your secret endeavors, Dymion." He turns his comments back to the boss, "Forgive me for noto taking up business arrangements with you, but when I saw him dancing... Well, let's say you've trained quite the business man, he already has me up to paying three times his usual fee... I suppose I should give the money to you... I do understand if he happens to have any other appointments for tonight, I can always pay more for him. I just need him for one night, all night, and I'll pay for each and every hour."
He puts on his best act, his arm reaching to Endymion and pulling him near, quickly, up to Apollo's body. Facades like these were hard to keep up, sounding so greasy was not a flattering way to act. He only hoped that Endymion would realize what was going on and play along, because if he actaully thought Apollo was serious... then he doubted that Endymion would trust him much after this. However, he puts on his best lecherous smile as one hand begins to rub up and down the boy's body. He really really hoped Endymion knew what was going on.

Apollo shuts the door and steps away, letting out a long shakey sigh. Lying had bcome easier in his years on earth, but it still wasn't an easy thing to do. It wasn't totally a lie, he was paying to keep Endymion away from his boss and other customers... He glances to him, then down to the ground before turning, "Sorry about that... You'r case against him wasn't strong enough to win your freedom for the night...." He wills his hands to stop shaking, trying to get his own heartbeat to calm down. That was definitely... odd. He feels a shiver go up his spine and he sits back down on the couch. He stares at the floor, letting out a short sigh.
"I don't think you physically going back to your room is goingto be as easy as you think it is... Some one is bound to spot you and be suspicious of you packing up... I can buy you new clothes and things until you get grounded in a paying job if you need it. What exactly do you really need from your room that couldn't be replaced?" he turns his eyes back up to Endymion, which proved to be a harder task than he thought after the contact that had been between them only moments before

Apollo sighs. He was afraid of something like this. Of course he couldn't make the poor dancer with nothing left in his life leave behind his only friend. He sighs again, cursing his own softness. he stands up, "Ok then..." He begins to look around for something, as he is looking he mumbles, "I'll getyour cat, but I... I can't take you with me... I need to know exactly where your room is, so describe it to me the best that you can.... I really hope your cat trusts me because if not, I'm going to be covered with scratches and bitemarks and getting he back down here will be an awkward event.... But it will work out..." He glances back to Dymion, giving him a small trying smile.

As Apollo entered the room, it was quietly as well as swiftly. He didn't want to be seen. If he was, he would have a good excuse backed up. But he didn't want to have to use it. He pulls the door to a silent close behind him and gazes in at the cat. He catches its gaze for a moment. The cat was.... like the boy.... there was an odd familiarity there. He hadn't been able to figure it out, but it all seemed so very very familiar.
He steps in slowly, keeping eye contact, his face soft of peaceful as he watched the cat. This would be tricky. Cats were always skitish of strangers and the task of carrying it back down to Endymion was weighing heavily now. He extends his hand slowly, offering it to the cat, knowing it would have to sniff him before it would let him do anything peacefully.
((question.... does she remember Apollo from before or is her memory totally erased?))