[Poseidon checked the phonelines, getting a blank dial-tone as he looked down at the madness below. Chelsea had taken to his room wrapping herself into the covers since he insisted on staying. 'Just a little water' he said as if a hurricane was no big deal. Maybe to him, but to her it was still a little unnerving. She was worried for her friends when she'd heard that loud whirling noise outside. Yet, here her dad was flipping on classical rock with a glass of gin in his hand.
"Dad really?" Chelsea said with a groan.
To Poseidon the wind and rain was calming. If she'd been an immortal child of the sea she would have known that. She was still young yet. He flopped down on the bed where she sat in a black lump under the sheet.
"Baby girl if anything comes flying through that window that sheet isn't going to do a fucking thing." She groaned again sliding it off her head as he laughed.
"You're Poseidon, make it stop!" she huffed.
"Oh, baby what's the fun in that?"
He laughed again downing his drink, trying not to think about anyone else he may question was sitting through this. He took another swallow of his drink. ]
Staying dry, baby?
Oh, why kick up a fuss. It's a little wind and rain. If the Statue goes under then you can thank me.