Who: Poseidon [Narrative] What: Poseidon being moody When: Monday night, December 12, 2010 Where: Random bar in NY Warnings: Talk of rape
The girl sat across from him at the bar catching glances to appease her own ego. Though pretty, she was stupid and drunk enough to slide Poseidon's way with her petty flirtations. He wasnt in the mood for flirting, which she found out real quick after inviting him to her apartment. Things became heated too fast, his rough hands enough to make her yelp and jump back. She stood there in nothing but her underwear with heavy breaths and shaky hands telling him to leave.
The sea king laughed darkly creeping off the bed, advancing forward to take what she wouldn't give. Poseidon didn't take no for an answer. By the end of the night he'd taken her dignity, her power, leaving her raw and bruised without ever knowing her name. No comfort given for her tears, no kind word spoken, just the rough sound as he pulled up his pants and fastened his belt.
She would never see him again.
Where his wife got revenge, Poseidon was making his own statement. Letting go of his aggressions to some innocent girl strung along with he and his wife's spat.