Taweret narrowed her eyes. “Right, because intimidating him with your beefcake husband is at all the right way to get your desired results. What would you even do? March up to Olympus and corner him at work hoping to not draw too much attention from His Royal Puffiness?” The Egyptian shook her head. “If he was on the fence, Resh, you might tip that the wrong way with that tactic.”
She sighed, just as the buff waiter came by to take additional drink orders and Taweret gave an appreciative leer. It was not a look. It was a leer. She knew, she didn't care. “Aw hell, then that calls for shots and playing dirty with drinks, doesn't it? I'll let you pick the shots...” At which point she ordered a drink for herself and slid her Sumerian friend a devilish look while ordering a Long Island Iced Tea for her sister. Her sister, Seshat, who didn't drink all that often.