It didn't take that long to gather herself - or maybe it did. Time was still unsteady, and Lethe had never paid it much mind, anyway - at least not in the conventional sense. Usually the man she was waiting for would be here by now... but there was nothing. Her brow didn't furrow, although maybe it wanted to, and maybe that showed.
The bar was still lit up, with music drifting out of it like an invitation or a warning. Since Lethe could usually be counted on to mistake one for the other, she didn't think too much about it as she approached the place to see if maybe Paul - her intended companion - was inside.
The light and noise of the bar still struck her like sunlight, making her blink and squint and move more slowly as she adjusted to the change. There was that thing - you could always sense a god, couldn't you? Or at least, you could always sense someone who wasn't mortal. They felt different - radiated whatever they were, even if it was in another language.
Lethe didn't think anyone else knew this place existed - it was part of why she came here. But she walked up to the bar, sliding into a seat two stools down from his, and said to the bartender in a spot-on Louisiana accent,
"SoCo and lime, thanks."
Her eyes turned, then, to look at him. She didn't speak, just watched him smoke.