"Drinking again?" Cupid barely contained a groan of dislike when he heard the unmistakable voice of Apollo.

     "Why is it, Dinonysis can drink himself back to lower brain function daily, and nobody bats and eye, but if I pick up a glass I've got all the snobs on Olympus ready to make this place a dry mountain." He snapped, putting his cup to his lips and taking an extra big gulp.

     "Easy bro." Apollo laughed, breezily. "Everybody's got their vice. Except me of course." He gave another boisterous laugh, flashing a grin to the dryads across the room. A couple snickered and turned pink, the others gave Apollo a scathing look of contempt.

      "Yeah, you're so great." Cupid rolled his eyes, voice dripping sarcasm. Apollo missed it and clapped him on the back with another too loud laugh, glancing around to make sure everybody was looking at him.

     "Lay off the juice and you'll be as popular as I am. Speaking of which," He leaned in, conspiratorial in nature. "How does the love god," He air quoted around the word, as if it was so ludicrous that Cupid was on the same level as Apollo. "not have a sexy piece to squeeze."

     "I'm not a whore like you, I have a real job and take it seriously, I don't treat others like conquests, and, my personal favorite, none of your fucking business." Cupid ticked off on his fingers, irritated beyond belief.

     Apollo looked stunned before gathering himself and giving, perhaps with less enthusiasm, his wide grin.  "Down boy, not everybody likes a biter. I was just asking. I like to consider myself a bit of an expert on the subject and thought you could-" But he was cut off as Cupid gagged on his drink.

     "You're the expert?!" he spluttered in a rage. "I'M THE DAMN EXPERT!" Apollo faltered and seemed to shrink as a smaller god blew up like Pompeii. "I'm the fucking god! of love and romance! I bring the soul mates together! I can single handedly start and stop wars with the shot of a arrow. Do you honestly believe Helen was good looking enough to destroy Troy!?! I do real work. The only thing YOU know how to get is sit on your ass while your horse drags you across the sky, and screw sluts!! So, PLEASE, fuck off!"

     And with that Cupid drew an arrow from his quiver, stabbed Apollo in the arm before ripping it back out, and slamming it into the nearest table top, storming away.

     Truth was...Cupid was a bit lonely, and a little pent up. There were more people now than ever in the world and with the Internet people who never would have even know each other existed are suddenly soulmates and honestly the work load was crushing. But there was nothing more exciting then watching two people fall in love.

     It wasn't all bad, Cupid did have a few people working under him. They weren't very good, but they were at the very least enthusiast and willing to work holidays and overtime.

     "HEY HEY CUPID!!!" speaking of them... "Hi oh my god, what's up, it's so late, tell me you didn't just get off work!?" Clauda was a very sweet person, a hard worker and just a touch above your average annoying co-worker. She (?) ran over to Cupid, stopping just shy of crashing into him, and waving.

     He did not have the patience for this, not tonight. "I got off like an hour ago. I was heading home, some ass ruined my drink." Cupid said, giving Clauda a side step and walking away.

     She ran around to trot next to him, exclaiming as she did, "that's bunk bro, like what the hell!? You don't hardly ever get any time to yourself, everybody knows it. HEY! why don't you come with me?"

Cupid looked taken aback. "why?" he asked, not stopping himself from sounding rude. Clauda didn't notice.

     "Me and a buddy are going out! yeah we were gonna get a few drinks, watch some strippers, maybe smoke a bowl. You're, like, super cool, I think you'd like Kai. He's kinda chill, but like brooding, like how you are."

     The need to facepalm was real. He resisted.

     "No really, I am tired and I have to start early tomorrow I'm afraid I'm going to fall behind. Thanks anyways." Cupid said, again trying to duck away, only to find his path barred by Clauda.

     "oh no, really!? That sucks bro. I really wish you would. I think you could like use a little destressing, you know?"

     She was just not going to give up. She was still talking!? Sweet mother Gaia, shut the fuck up.

     "Is Apollo stealing that table?" Clauda broke suddenly away from her train of thought, looking over Cupid's shoulder.

     Shit. "You know what, you've convinced me, lets get the fuck out of here...quickly."  Anything to get out of there before Apollo caught up and lost his shit on Cupid.

     In all fairness, Kai was cool. He was tall and half snake something, if the scales were anything to go by. He could hold a conversation and was somehow immune to Clauda's annoying rambling. They talked about work; He ran the natural disaster department, if a city needed smiting he was the one who did it, and music and pets, the regular small talk.

     The club was on Earth, a shady hole in the wall supernatural sex club sandwiched between an all night diner and a liquor store...classy. The music was bassy, heavy with a punk vibe and the whole place smelled of pot, sweat, glitter, and regret.

     Everything was dark except the stage, lit up by neon blue and green lights that flashed and reflected off the pole and the mirror on the ceiling.

     A woman in platform heels and a spiked g-string, Mistress Pain, was swinging a whip across the thighs of a skinny blonde....something, that was grinding their ass on the pole.

     The drinks were harsh and the strippers were terrible, but there was nudity, kinky sex at every other table, and Mistress Pain's squealing victims to keep Cupid's attention.

     After the seventh "aw, come on bro!" From Clauda, Cupid accepted the fat glass pipe and held the smoke until he coughed a lung up.

     He was actually starting to have a good time. The three of them were throwing money to the strippers, singing to the metal, and attempting to stack their shot glasses to the ceiling. Mistress Pain pierced the head of Kai's dick around two in the morning and they disappeared together not long after. Clauda and Cupid were critiquing the strippers, feeling hazy and giddy.

     "That was awful, no technique at all. I can shake my ass better than that." Cupid was saying as Clauda snickered. "Did you see her head get stuck in her shirt?"

      "Look...I don't actually think anybody here can move their body to the beat of any kind of music, but, and this, and this is important," she slurred. "but I haven't seen a single dancer here I wouldn't want to see get naked again. Like, did you see the hot guy in the cage over there?" She gestured vaguely to Mistress Pain's pet masochist.

     "Yeah I did, his boys don't fit in his thong. I can't even blame him cause if my shit looked like that I'd show them off."

     "What if it looked like that?" She said suddenly, giving him a few unnecessary wacks and pointing back to the stage.

    Cupid would work at a better strip club if he looked like that. What a hottie. Pink and black hair to match his hot pink thong and his dark skin, a sweet bubble butt, and a runners figure, i.e thick, long legs.

     He couldn't pull his money out fast enough, trying to get him over onto their end of the stage. It'd be easier to imagine those thighs wrapped around his head if they were at eye level.

     A sharp pain in his neck startled him. He touched the spot, distractedly, and pulled out a small pink dart.

     It took awhile, but when the realization dawned on him, he was pretty fucking sober. Clauda used darts instead of arrows.

     One frantic sweep of the place with his eyes, Cupid found the other victim, shaking his ass not three feet away. Clauda was so fired.

     Mystery Meat slid off the stage after his song and stood before Cupid, short and sexy, eyes wide and panting.

     "What's a pretty place like you doing in a thing like this?" He teased, winking.

     Cupid made a noise, cleared his throat, his mouth suddenly very dry and tried again. "Hi."

     Such smooth, so intelligence.

     Thank Gaia he giggled. "So uh, I'm Buku, and don't take this the wrong way, but I'd like to fuck in the back room, cook you breakfast, and introduce you to my patents."

     "Cupid." He said pointing to himself. "How soon do you want to move in?"