forum The Greek Tea 👀🍵 //Closed//

Started November 15, 2020 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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(Okay thank you. I appreciate your compliance. Maybe not reply if youre really retired and try to get some sleep instead? Again, I’m really sorry about this)

(Okay thank you. I appreciate your compliance. Maybe not reply if youre really retired and try to get some sleep instead? Again, I’m really sorry about this)

(No problem! And I had to write SOMETHING.)

(You never had to immediately. Your health is more important than reolplaying)

Persephone caught Apollos grin and gave one back, followed by a big, cheerful wave. Asclepius ignored it, not wanting anything to do with someone so hands- i mean annoying.
Persephone turned to him, giving his tie a good straightening before patting his chest and scurrying away to Apollos and Artemis’ direction with a happy smile and a bounce to her step along with the flowers in her curls.
“Hey guys! Havin fun!?” She asked, though sounding more of an exclamation than anything.
She always was hyper in fun public gatherings like these. Unless something went wrong of course. Persephone’s had a little too many close encounters with social gatherings. But she always excused it, forgived and forgotten.

Eros stood near wherever they kept the alcohol, at the bar of course, flirting with the waiters and waitresses while he slips some cherries into his mouth every now and again.
Gentle, flirtatious, smooth remarks only came from his soft lips.

Word on the grapevine was that Aphrodite was hosting party, and while that wasn't usually something Hecate would have enjoyed, she knew that there was bound to be drama that she could overhear. It was an Aphrodite party after all.

After hearing about this party, Hecate had closed their book and immediately gone to find the only person she seemed to be close to in that place– Atlas. The two of them didn't have very much in common, but when it came to random facts about random places the two of them were like peas in a pod. And they were surprisingly able to hold a conversation when it came to stars, though obviously for very different reasons. It had taken a lot of convincing, but eventually Atlas had agreed to go with her on the basis that he didn't actually want her to feel alone when surrounded by the others. That, and he didn't trust someone not to make a move on her. Sure, they weren't that close, but Hecate was still his friend so you best believe he was going to be protective of her.

Atlas had agreed to escort Hecate to the party as well, and thankfully he didn't have to wait long for her as she had started getting ready two hours prior to the arranged meet-up time. He wore a simple pair of black skinny jeans and–in his opinion–had spiced things up by wearing a dark blue button-up shirt. His hair was tied back in a small bun, though his bangs and fringe still hung loose and bounced every so often over his left eye. He tucked his hands into his pockets as he waited outside for Hecate, looking up at the sky as if that would make her hurry up.
The woman eventually came out with a bright, shy smile. She wore a red shirt with the top buttons open and a pair of short black shorts. Over the top of this she wore a black under-bust corset that accentuated her cleavage while making her waist even slimmer, and a long mesh skirt that had little motifs of the constellations stitched in silver thread. Despite her height, she also wore a pair of black heeled boots. As she looked at Atlas, the makeup on her cheeks and eyes almost made her face glow–her eyes in particular stood out against the deep crimson and gold eyeshadow. "Are you ready to go?"
Atlas' eyes had been fixed on her ever since she walked out, rather unsure if he was supposed to compliment her or tell her to put on something a little less revealing. Instead, he picked out the smallest feature. "Y-Your hair is curlier…"
The woman laughed softly, her bright white teeth shining before she covered her mouth. "Yes it is, thank you for noticing. Come on then, lets go."

The male servants, barely dressed with sweat glistening their abs, crowded Aphrodite. She sighed, sick of it. She made her crimson wine spiral in the glass and laid seductively on the grand piano that was there. A male servant was playing beautifully on it.
"So boring… I want drama…" She pouted, wanting to create the drama she so desperately desired.
"Goddess?" The male servant piped up.
"Yes, servant?" She sang, sweetness in her voice
"Can I have a kiss?" He asked. She handed him an Hershey's Kiss.
"There you go." She teased, giggling.
"I meant, ya know… like a real one…" He asked humbly, blushing.
"Behave yourself and you might get one." She replied, sitting up and getting up from the piano.