THE QUEEN WITH THE PEACOCK FAN AND THE GIRL IN THE SHORT BLACK DRESS (continued)<br/><br/><br/>Dion had a vague nagging feeling that ‘something’ was going to happen tonight.  Something different from the other times that his dad and step-mom both showed up in the Lounge.  He sent one of his waiters to the kitchen for a large assorted platter of meze, including grilled octopus, sliced hard boiled eggs, melitzanosalata with olive oil and lemon juice, and saganaki from goat cheese.  When it arrived, he took the platter over where both gods and a mortal had been, only to find his father alone and watching the two women who’d managed to escape his company together on the dance floor.<br/><br/><br/>“Dad,” ventured the god of wine to the king of the gods, “I brought meze.”  However, it appeared that Zeus was deep in thought.  Dion set the platter down on the bar.  He could not read what was going on in his father’s mind.  He could be that he was simply making various calculations on what was going on and how best to turn it to his advantage…, or (worst case) the king of Olympus was trying to quell his kingly anger.  Maybe it was something else, but Zeus wasn’t thinking out loud and Dion could only hope that everyone would survive it.  Skatá!<br/><br/><br/>When the music from the band paused, Hera and Zafira walked over to the stage to speak with the bandleader.  There was a short discussion and the leader informed the band of the ladies’ request/command-performance.  Then Hera caught the eye of a younger woman of ethereal grace and beauty.  Some unspoken message passed between them and the younger woman nodded.<br/><br/><br/>His step-mom moved back onto the dance floor with the mortal girl behind a step and to her right.  He saw Terpsichore take the position behind her and to the left.  Dion then saw Hera lift high her right hand, gathering power, but for what the god of wine could only guess.  The queen of Olympus snapped her fingers and the goddesses and women in the lounge, left their dates where they were standing, unless the dates were also women, with puzzled expressions.  The women assembled in a triangular shape, standing ready.<br/><br/><br/>At a nod from Hera, the band began playing a Michael Jackson song, “Thriller”.<br/><div class="bbMediaWrapper">
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</div>The ladies all danced the choreography as if they’d be born for it, thanks to inspiration from the muse of dance and chorus.  Without the zombie make-up, the dance took on an even sexier air, with the women all in tight and fashionable clothing.  Gods and men in the audience hooted and hollered their appreciation.  Except Zeus who watched, keeping his thoughts to himself.<br/><br/><br/>As the dance ended, Hera stared straight at Zeus and Dion ‘overheard’ his step-mom’s challenge, “Show us what you’ve got.”<br/><br/><br/>It had been a long time since the last time there was a dance fight in Dion’s.