|e N y O ♞ sloane kennedy (bloodthirsts) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-12-29 15:30:00
New York fucking sucked, and Enyo didn't know why she'd come back. It would've been easy to rationalize that Ares was here, that he was the only family member she gave half a shit about and didn't want to disappoint, but she had always been someone who followed the beat of her own drum. Something drew her here, probably the high volume of deities in town, and frankly, it blew.
But anything was better than the loony bin and an itchy straitjacket, so she'd take what she could get.
The war goddess had navigated her way through the populated streets (too many fucking people in this cesspool of a city), and when she'd finally arrived, she immediately took up a stool at the bar and ordered two shots of vodka, downing them the second they were pushed in front of her. Fuck New York. But at least Ares was here. And the twins, her nephews, who were better and more tolerable than most of her family.
She ordered a rum and Coke, easy on the Coke, to pass the time as she waited for the boys to show up.