Pylades | Πυλάδης (![]() ![]() @ 2017-02-19 19:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | electra, orestes, pylades |
Who: Pylades, Orestes, Electra
What: Fuck, not the Furies
When: Saturday night
Where: Electra's house
Warnings: TBD
Pylades didn't have a deep-seated fear of the Furies like Orestes did, but that didn't necessarily mean he was cool with one of them potentially on the hunt for Orestes. So he'd gone to collect Orestes and bundled him into his car, then drove the pair of them over to Electra's home. She had a lovely home on a quiet street, and Pylades felt it was the best place to be right now. (That, and the weapons caches she kept stashed throughout the house.)
He rapped on the door and she opened it, beckoning them inside. "Come on, in in in," she said, casting a glance around. Just because she didn't sense any unfamiliar presences nearby, didn't mean someone or something wasn't lurking out there somewhere. She shut the door behind them and locked and bolted the door, then turned around to face them.
"I think beer," she said decisively, herding them toward the kitchen.
"I think you're right," Pylades agreed, dropping onto a stool.