❝ ‘m sorry for asking ━ ‘s just that you never know with Mr. Hermes. ❞ She held her breath in attempt to keep herself from inhaling the smoke, nose scrunching nonetheless at the smell. Hermes smoked plenty cigarettes himself, but it still wasn’t something she’d gotten used to in the handful of months she’d served as his maid… & now waitress, it seemed.
❝ No, sir. ‘m turning twenty next week. What’s your name? ❞
After seeing her reaction, he decided against offering a cigarette to her && tapped it on the edge of his glass, ashes dropping into the small bit of liquid.
“Dionysus, or Dio if you’d like. No ‘sir’ though, please. And you are?”
❛damn cato and the senate,❜ popping a grape in his mouth, caesar bites back a sigh of irritation, instead lips curve in a smile of slight amusement. GALLIA’s PROCONSULhas had enough of the squabbling group that calls themselves senators. ❛almost makes me want to go native, but that is exactly what they want.❜
“I really don’t know, nor do I care about the formalities but, aren’t you supposed to be ruling the empire? I thought that was how it worked.”
❝
WELL, I’ll be certain to tell Mr. Hermes that, then, sir.
❞ Careful smile tugs at cerise lips, serious expression waning.
❝ Perhaps he was merely worried some of his female guests were not yet twenty-one. Pardon my boldness, but are you?
❞
“Please do. I’m very disappointed in him.”
With a small sigh, he lightened a cigarette && took a long drag from it. At her question, he carefully blew the smoke away before letting out a loud laugh.
“I’m unsure if I’m offended or flattered. Of course I am. I get that you aren’t?”
❝ ME, sir? I’m just… carrying around non-alcoholic drinks. Although I do have mild apple and elderflower cider ━ but I suppose that doesn’t truly count. & what is it you are doing at a ‘dull’ party like this? Are you one of Mr. Hermes’ friends? ❞
“Friends? Although I’m slightly offended — Yes. You could definitely say that. And my ‘ attendance ‘ was more obligatory than anything else. I would never willingly attend a party that that doesn’t have WINE.”
❝ Oh, I’m the god of wine and cleavage, I’m so hilarious —— YOU EITHER HELP ME OR CRAWL BACK TO YOUR STUPID, GLORIFIED TEMPLES! ❞ Thanatos was close to screaming, as his scythe was his safety blanket and the only artifact that meant anything to his profession. Frustration got the better of him as he desperately grabbed Dionysus’ jacket, hissing in his face while his eyes brewed a hellish red.
Unfazed both by the yelling and the sudden a t t a c k, Dionysus’ grin only widened as he realized how pissed off&& perhaps even upset the other was. More fun for me, he thought as he put his hands on the other’s arms and patted, his eyes meeting Thanatos’ as he cooed.
“Aw, you need my help? Alright, alright. Do you remember who took it?”
