Don’t Give a Damn about My Bad Reputation (tag: Hera)
Zelos was tired. He was off duty and Zeus was… somewhere that wasn’t the throne room. Rivalry grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a glass from the mostly hidden wet bar behind the actual thrones. He went over to the short flight of steps that lead to the seats of power and sat down. On the steps. Zee would never disrespect his boss by actually sitting on the throne. No, Zee knew his place was behind it. Behind his king. Besides, Hera would pluck his wings before she killed him if she even thought Zee had sat there.
He poured himself a drink and sighed loudly. He original plan had been to find a date for the night, and go out for a nice, quiet dinner. He was still a little shaken by his recent fight with Dionysos and the cause behind it. Not that he would openly admit it, bit it made him want something a little different from his usual outings. He called a few minor goddesses that he knew and in each case, his reputation had proceeded him. Half of the girls were afraid that all he wanted was sex and the other half wanted nothing more than to have sex. He struck out with both groups.
So, here he was, sitting on the steps in the throne room drinking alone in the dark.
He knew how he had gotten such a reputation. It was his own fault. He had tried – and succeeded – in being just like Zeus. The King had been Zee’s only real male role model when he was younger. Yes, there had been other gods and his own grandfather and many uncles. But Zeus had taken time to teach the young Styxlings. And Zelos had learned maybe a little too well. Now he had to live with everything he had doe with those lessons.
“Don’t give a damn about my bad reputation.” He sang softly. He snorted a bitter laugh and poured another drink. “Just a normal god of the new generation.” Maybe that was more than his second drink.