Ereshkigal had spent some time on her appearance this evening. Not that she was ever less than beautiful in her presentation; she took great pride in her role as queen and her outward appearance was as mark of her station, so she was never not well put together. But this was different. This was an interpantheon event. This was an evening spend amongst others who were divine, and many of those who were of a lesser station than the Sumerians, so she had an example to set. And most importantly, she was going out for the night with her beloved husband.
So she was dressed to the nines in a gold dress by Versace, then deftly avoided all of Nergal's suggestions that she wear some sort of jacket over the top of it. She knew what he was thinking, but she also knew that deep down that he loved looking at her when she wore a dress like this. To go with her coture garment, she had a mask that reminded her of some of her Sumerian jewelry. Ereshkigal looked good, and she knew it.
It was serendipity that upon arrival, she realized they were in the path of her niece who was approaching them from the bar area. And it seemed that Ninkasi was drinking a martini. One brow arched as she watched the girl eat one of the olives. Well that was not her usual fare, and after the night at the strip club, Ereshkigal had to wonder just what prompted this. Hmmm.
"Lovely setting, isn't it?" she murmured to her husband, even though her eyes were still on Ninkasi. "For Greeks, they did not do too badly. Try not to run anybody through tonight, my love, no matter how pretty red would look with the rest of the decor." It was then that she smiled up at Nergal. "Use means of violence that don't involve leaking bodily fluids. Think of it as a creative challenge."