((Because M!A Prostitute Apollo is hilariously sad ESPECIALLY IF HE HITS ON HIS MOM)) Apollo clocked his prey for the evening before sauntering over in his smartest garb. "Hey beautiful." Apollo cooed, wrapping his arm around the woman's waist and offering a cheeky wink. "Looking for a good time?~"
Thalassa had only meant to go out for maybe, maybe one drink, and to see the show at this admittedly nice place. She had begun getting restless back at home. Maybe this would even help her writer's block?
She had not noticed Apollo coming, but she recognized his voice almost immediately, right about the same time she felt his hand go around her waist.
The phrase her son uttered was one very familiar to Thalassa, she knew it well; the reason for the dumbstruck expression she wore was that her son said it. To her.
"I... Excuse me?"