Tuesday Tales - Year

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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “year”.
**Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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Apollo helped her to a barstool nestled beside a long, weathered bar. Behind it was shelf after shelf of multicolored bottles filled with liquor. Deirdre focused on the shades of glass until her vision stabilized. Maybe if she stared at them long enough, the gods and goddesses behind her would disappear.
A deep voice, not that of her lover, boomed behind her. “Now that we’re in a safe place, we need to talk about what just happened.”
“Do you think that’s wise? There are those among us who don’t belong,” another voice countered.
“Excuse me?” That voice was clearly Apollo. Deirdre dug her nails into the wood of the bar top. They were talking about her and it was pissing her off to no end.
The first voice spoke again. “I’m with Apollo. I watched his friend fight with us. She was clearly on our side and we could use all the help we can get. And she isn’t the first magical being in our little family. She’ll fit in great with Juliet, Mac, and Freddy. We’ve been struggling with these tears in reality for nearly a year. We need allies, not enemies.”
“Speak for yourself, Poseidon. I highly doubt we’ll get along well.” Deirdre didn’t have to ask who that was. She’d remember Prince Frederick’s voice until her last day of existence.
“Bro, introduce us,” a feminine voice snapped.
Apollo laid a hand on Deirdre’s shoulder and met her gaze. She nodded and stood. He tucked her beneath his arm then turned her to face the others. “Everyone, this is Deirdre. She is a Pooka. If you want to know what that is, ask Freddy or Google it. I can tell you that she’s not human.”
He pointed to the large man in the board shorts and began. “This is my Uncle Poseidon. Next to him is Uncle Hades. That’s Athena, her husband Mac, Ares and his wife Juliet, my twin Artemis, my Aunt Demeter. And, well, you know Freddy.”
“Hi,” Deidre replied weakly.
“Hey,” Athena returned the greeting. “It’s nice to meet you. Thank you for your help.”
“Don’t mention it. Happy to help.”
“Just curious. How do you know Freddy?” Ares insisted.
“For fuck’s sakes, bro. You have absolutely no tact.” Athena rolled her eyes.