son_of_hercules:

To say that Argo had been conflicted of late would have been an understatement. Oh, he still ventured out and he still visited bars, but if anyone was paying careful attention to his comings and goings, they would find he had spent virtually every night at home for a while now. He seemed less interested in the fan club, though they still gathered outside daily, and those that were prone to still continued to throw their undergarments. And Argo greeted them cheerily, but if you watched carefully, you could tell his heart was not in it.

In ancient times, mortals prayed to the gods for assistance and guidance in their lives. In modern times, it would seem, the gods, or at least, this particular god, would need to turn to a worshiper for advice.

So. He needed to find Corey.

a_blessing:

She barely noticed them originally but now she couldn't help but see them or hear them nearly any time she walked by a window.  Argo's fan club.  A collection of women with questionable morals and surgically enhanced breasts.  Women who threw underwear with their phone numbers in them.  Woman Argo had interest in.

Women who were so different from herself.  Harmony turned away from her mirror with a sigh, again trying to convince herself that Argo wouldn't notice her period had it not been for some wine so she just needed to get over it.  Yet...she couldn't.  Spa day and shopping?  Thought about Argo.  Went to the grocery store?  Thought about Argo?  It was getting ridiculous and with that in mind, she wandered to the kitchen in search of a snack in the hope she'd get to clear her head.  Of course, on the way she passed a window and saw the fan club so when she arrived in the kitchen, Harmony looked like someone'd kicked a puppy.

This...was going to be an issue.