Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

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This week we're with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. We’re working with a picture prompt for inspiration.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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The cool air inside the dark tavern was a sharp contrast to the heat of the summer night. Apollo glanced around the narrow room before he sat on his usual stool at the bar. It was a literal hole in the wall pancaked between two of the larger office buildings in the city. It was one of his favorite places to go after a long day at work. The wood planked walls and the antiques held up above the bar on a shelf gave the place an Old West feel. That was a great time to exist. Watching the settlers make their way across the United States as he rode his chariot across the sky was better than anything on television.
Now there was less to see since the human race spent more time in front of a computer and less time exploring. It was more difficult also in his new form of transportation. Had Apollo known how hard it would be to watch the world below from a tiny automobile window, he probably wouldn’t have traded the old horse and buggy for the high powered sports car he drove now.
The bartender nudged the bourbon in front of him before he had the chance to request it. He took a sip then looked around the room again. An auburn haired beauty met his gaze. He felt his breath hitch as something stirred in his core. He felt every nerve blaze alive when she smiled at him.
He was just about to stand so he could go talk to her when he felt someone brush him as they took a seat on the stool next to him. Apollo turned to apologize for the slight collision when he was met with the deep dark eyes of his mystery surfer from the beach.