Tuesday Tales - Brazen

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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “stuff”.
**Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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“Well, that was fun,” the god in the board shorts quipped as he gripped his long hair in his massive hands. He wrung it out, leaving a tiny puddle on the floor.
“Who’s your friend, Apollo?” the dark haired man questioned, his voice thick with accusation.
A woman with long, deep brown hair dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans smacked him in the arm. “That’s a little brazen, don’t you think, Freddy?”
“No one gets what I’m saying, Dee,” Freddy muttered in protest.
“Prince Frederick.” Deirdre thought she had murmured the name to herself. It was a name she wanted to forget. It was the most shameful moment of her existence.
By the sudden stares from everyone in the circle, she had spoken them out loud. Freddy’s glare felt like daggers in her soul.
Dee cleared her throat. “Brody’s friend doesn’t. There’s no need to confuse her.”
Deirdre frowned. Hadn’t she just been fighting side by side with them outside? What she did was a far cry from what a human could do.
“She knows,” Apollo warned.
“You told her?” The shorter of the well dressed gents accused.
“She’s not human,” Freddy revealed with a snarl. Deirdre’s heart sunk into her stomach. Shit. It was him. He was supposed to be dead.
“Listen, we need to get out of here before someone recognizes us from what happened on the tarmac and all Hades breaks loose.” The military woman turned to the shorter, well dressed gent. “Thanks for the cover, Dad. But can you shut off the waterworks? I’d like to walk out of here without getting soaked again.”
“I can’t do anything to arouse suspicion in us,” her father countered.
“I think fighting warriors from feudal Japan was suspicious enough.” She thumbed toward another god in a pair of jeans and a nineties grunge band shirt. He was suspiciously dry. “We can go to his club and get to the bottom of this.”
The gent scowled at her. Suddenly the pounding of the rain on the roof slowly dissipated. Military goddess gave one firm nod before she spun on her toe and strode towards the glass door. Apollo squeezed the hand holding Deirdre’s tighter as the entire group followed.
“Are we taking cabs?” someone questioned. “I have no cash.”
“Sure. Or ghost,” the goddess answered.
“Don’t ghost,” the god who stopped the rain ordered. “Take cabs.”
There was general grumbling from the deities.
Deirdre looked up at Apollo. “What’s ghosting?”
“You’ll see,” he answered. “By the way, how do you know Freddy?”