“I am so mush prettier than you,” Aphrodite exclaimed, while looking at her reflection in the River Stix.

“Says you,” Venus hollered back, checking out her own reflection, tossing her hair with a flip of her hand.

“Ladies, ladies, you’re both the most beautiful deities I have ever laid eyes upon,” said Hades with a smirk.

The goddesses smiled, demurely.

“So which of you hotties would like to accompany me to a Frat party,” Hades asked.

The deities giggled.

“Not so fast mister underworld mob man,” said Hercules, flexing his muscles, “these beauties are going with me this evening to the Harvest Festival, isn’t that right ladies?”
The goddesses giggled.
Hercules and Hades fought over the goddesses, mano a mano. A crowd gathered. Bets were made by Hermes and Mercury.
Dionysus and Bacchus sat back and drank wine and enjoyed the evenings spontaneous entertainment.
After the fight was finished, Hades down for the count, Hercules and the goddesses, on either side of the athlete, went and enjoyed the Frat party.