Alone at the bar, tag: Ares [M]

[Eris]

Eris rolled out of bed. She had, for once, woken up in her own, rather messy flat. And just in time for her to get ready for work. She loved working at a bar. Not only did she get to be tipsy on the job, the dress code was usually 'casually sexy'. It was unique in the sense that only girls were employed and they were all like sisters. Never had a day gone by that Eris didn't have a good time at her job.

Throwing on a crop top and shorts, she braided the sloppily curled dark hair she'd adapted for her human form. She flicked her bangs out of her face before padding into her kitchen and taking a drink of the cold coffee sitting in the middle of her counter. She didn't care what it tasted like, which was shit, she just needed the caffeine. Sliding on her ring, she shoved shoes on her feet and teleported to the seldom used alley just a block away. She'd never had to bother with mortal transportation, and didn't want to. It was the only power of hers she still used regularly. She actually enjoyed living as a mortal. They were rather entertaining.

Walking into the bar, she slid across the top of the wooden top in the back before landing on her feet and starting to set everything up for the night. She was working the earliest shift, from eight until midnight. While she hated starting that early, midnight was perfect because by then whoever she'd been flirting with would be smashed and ready to go home and fuck. It was a rather nice system.

As soon as the bar opened, Eris pulled out Jasey the seductress. The night progressed normally in small, out of sight bar, which she didn't mind at all. Close to eleven, though, something seemed to change. She got the same tingle every God did when another was near, but she wasn't worried. No one would recognize her. One of her many abilities enabled her to hide her godliness from anyone and everyone for as long as she wanted. It was an easy way to make even more trouble, when no one was suspecting it. She shook it off though, there was nothing to be bothered about. It was a normal enough occurrence.

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[Ares]

The thundering, hypnotic beats of the clubs lit up through the night air, resonating against the crispness of the evening. Ares himself was not particularly dressed as many in the vicinity. Punkers, for the most part, with neon hairstyles looking as random as they could come, piercings from every orifice and tattoos poking out from beneath leather jackets and chained shirts. He was reserved, passing them in light blue jeans and a plain black top, contrasting madly with the expressionist group who were passing him in the opposite direction. His slightly ragged, off-white trainers and ragged denim hem brushed against the pavement as he walked, his body seeking a release from the efforts expended throughout the day. Usually his time would be spent at home, but he'd been there much of the day, working with his canine 'children' to keep them fighting fit.

He didn't have a particular abode for consuming alcohol. No niche he would return to on frequent occasion to indulge in women and drink. Each looked similarly appealing, flashing signs advertising various 'cheap' deals for students and young adults out to forget their nights. Entering one, without a particular choice other than it was close and seemed less populated by annoying club music and hyperactive students tripping on drugs and a hundred times past their limit, he found himself inside a dark bar with several women serving across the bar. At least he wouldn't have a problem with the barman. Distractions, in particular that of loud music and drunken asses, tended to let his aggression seep out. Bar fights and bouncers were a commonplace event, and this place certainly had something going for it already.

Several individuals were spotted around the place, some at a dance floor, looking quite stupid as they danced and shook, bumped and basically molested one another in public. He watched for a moment, narrowing his piercing gaze slightly with a lack of interest in that. A lack of interest in most mortals, if he was perfectly honest. There was a difference between a mortal woman and a Goddess, and only one had ever been capable of satisfying him. Mortals were much more fragile, and though he'd admit they had their charms and appeals, he'd given up hope on finding someone not easily tired, or easily hurt. Though it was sometimes rough, he didn't intentionally seek to hurt them. Rather, he found it an unfortunate side-effect to his biology.

Pulling himself into a bar stool, he rested his elbows against the bar, spread out with a lack of neighbours taking up the rest of the spaces around him. He watched the serving woman behind the bar, looking rather attractive - incredibly so for a human. She could probably do much better than this job - a model, or an actress with the right friends. With a shirt semi-visible which read 'Why Not?' he supposed it was a good motto to consider, and he attracted her attention as best he could with a reserved wave of the hand, and started up conversation. "Hey darling." It wasn't exactly suave or incredibly novel, but there were a million worse ones coming to mind. "Can I get a pint of whatever you do best." There was a cheeky smile, barely exposing the teeth, and his hand quickly produced the wallet from his pocket. Maybe tonight could be a little fun. If only a distraction.

[Nyx]

IGNORE THIS I SO KNEW I WOULD POST WITH THE WRONG ACCOUNT.... -fail-

[Eris]

The tingling feeling increased as a rather attractive looking stranger sat down at the bar. So Mr. God here wanted an escape? Who wouldn't. Mortals could drive anyone insane. She set down the glass she had been drying and walked over to him, leaning on the bar. She smirked at his greeting. It took her only a second to find everything she was looking for. She'd give him a little something to remember her by. Juggling and balancing, she made the drink with more extravagance than necessary, but tonight was a bit slow, she needed to entertain her herself somehow. Winking at him, she stole a sip of his drink before putting it down in front of him. Hopping up on the counter, she leaned back to murmur softly in his ear. "If you want the best I've got, you'll just have to wait until I'm off and then I could show you a little more than how well I can mix a drink." She said before sliding off and going back about her business.

She put the different liquids back into their original places for easy access. It was easier to find things when there was a method to the madness instead of having to scan for everything. As she went back to the other customers, she couldn't help but wonder about him and anyone that got Eris really thinking was sure to be lucky. She'd never seen him around before, but there was something about him that was incredibly familiar, she just couldn't put her finger on it. Probably due to the beer she'd drunk a bit earlier to let her mind become fuzzy and make the slow night a bit more bearable. She leaned back against the counter, rolling her eyes at the younger guys' who'd already been here awhile and should probably have headed back to their campus by now.

She was happy that she wasn't stuck on clean up tonight. Some nights were worse than others and due to the large amount of heartsick men, it meant tonight would be a filthy one cleaning up after the drunks. She almost pitied them, until she'd remember that they had brought it upon themselves. They should be happy they weren't tied down anymore, free to fuck who they wanted without a pissy bitch breathing down their necks about every little thing. In fact, she was happy she'd yet to be tied down. She had yet to come across a man who could her attention for more than a few drunken nights although, the new guy down there looked like he could last a week or two with her. But that was just a guess, she didn't care about his personality, she just cared if he could give her a good fuck. The mortal boys just weren't quite living up to her anymore.

Brushing her bangs out of her face, her eyes were drawn again to him. She just wanted to pin him down, in more ways than one. He looked like he would be perfect for her, and it would be nice to have a God in her bed for once. That is, if he didn't play hard to get. If he chose to, she'd just give up on him. She wasn't quite that desperate with so many others around her to take home without a challenge. Tonight was boring, she wished that something would pick up and make it even a touch more interesting. Put her on her toes.

[Ares]

The attractive woman moved towards him, heels emphasising the legs which were seeming to go on forever, and the rest of the outfit baring enough skin to make his thirst likely to be only partially quenched by whatever ended up in his glass. Her arms came to rest across the bar from him, her hair catching the various dancing lights and looking alive and excited. Wordlessly she had turned with a smile, extracting bottles of alcohol for mixing within the glass which was placed at the centre of the rainbow assortments of coloured bottles. She juggled and twirled them masterfully between her hands, the soft-looking skin belying the deftness of her nimble fingers, and the accuracy she could manage whilst pouring and manipulating the vessels through the air.

She gave him a mischievous wink, and he knew that she was a lot more playful than many of the girls he might be used to seeing in these types of establishments, stealing some of his drink as though proving she'd made something consumable. If her looks were anything to go by, however, it'd probably be the best drink he'd had in a thousand years. Placing it before him, he could see the perfect marks on the glass where her lips had touched against it, and he pulled the beverage towards him, his eyes fixed against the woman who hopped across the counter, leaning backwards to expose the line of her body. She whispered rather seductively to him, and the way she spoke almost dared him to take her on for the 'best' he could get.

She departed him, and he was wordless, not wanting to taint the memory of what she'd said by adding his own attempts at seduction which were already doomed at this point, unable to content with her talent at turning flirting into an art. His lips touched the glass as he raised it, almost completely over where hers had been, and he tasted the drink which immediately buzzed in his brain ecstatically It was tangy and well-flavoured, and amongst other things, it gave him a kick better than most caffeines. His eyes continued watching her, following her figure as she placed the bottles back into their rack in preparation for the next lucky customer who could order such an enticing drink. She hadn't billed him, and he supposed that was either a sign of her preferences, or that he simply was unaccustomed to the way to pay.

Her gaze turned and he watched it move with her, towards several younger students who were all rather drunk and loud and boisterous. Far too much so for the time of night, in either case. He didn't like them, finding the fact that her attention was being diverted to such a bunch of immature brats to be slightly infuriating, with his aggressive testosterone leaking into the air, diffusing into the atmosphere at an alarming rate. Secretly he'd hoped one of them would start something. With her or him, so he could get some of his frustration meted out, but he knew it was likely a bad idea. It had been a while, but he would rather not push his first time here with a bad first impression.

Trying to recapture her attention, he took another sip of her drink, finding it rather appeasing even the second time of tasting. He didn't lean across the counter at all, but readjusted himself to seem more relaxed around her rather than looking like a rejected hobo who'd been left with only the ability to drink. "I don't think I caught your name." he smiled, figuring she was the type he liked. She wasn't shy and she wasn't afraid to show off what she was after. It was refreshing to find a girl who was just interested in sex without the attachment, and he continued his sentence when he figured she'd brought her attention back to him. "I'm going to need it, since I'll be shouting it all night." There weren't maybes and uncertainties in this. He'd be taking her home, whether to his or hers, and it was always a good habit to know a sexual partner's name. He figured he'd save her the trouble, and introduce himself with the extending of a hand. To shake, obviously. He wasn't above manners. "Damian."