Philotes, Goddess of Friendship & Affection (philotes) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-08-13 23:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~philotes, ~thor |
In Distress (tag: Thor)
It had been a good day, a really good day. A great day, actually. There was little that Lottie enjoyed more than brightening somebody else's day. And she'd just managed to make a whole playground full of kids and a rather tired looking teacher extremely happy. Not to mention that she found a new home for Spike. She was pretty sure that had to be his name, because the guinea pig had one hair that stood up from the top of his head in a cowlick. Like Alfalfa, but that was too cheesy a name for a creature that ate that particular plant. So she'd been calling him Spike. Now, the kids would get to name him and learn from him, and he'd have a good home with regular meals and water.
Not that her first plan would have been a bad one either. Spike had originally been destined to go live in Asgard. With Idun. There was no where better, and no one that would love him more than her dear friend. She'd considered, for a bit, giving him to Harmonia. Because her recently returned best friend sort of needed, well, something. Lottie couldn't figure out just what yet, but some kind of something to really anchor her in the here and now. But somehow, Harm just hadn't seemed like a guinea pig kind of girl. While Idun was an anything-fluffy-and/or-cute kind of girl, so she was the safe bet. But on her way, Friendship had found the day care center, and that was the end of that particular adventure for Spike.
Which left Philotes with a little bit of free time since she'd managed to get Spike settled a lot faster than anticipated. She was a little bit hungry, a little bit thirsty, but there didn't seem to be a restaurant nearby. There was, however, a bar. To any one else, it would be fairly obvious that it was not a very reputable bar just by the state of the building alone. But Lottie didn't really notice the cracked glass in the door or the fact that the whole thing looked like it should be dunked in flea dip and repainted a bright shade of yellow rather than the disturbing puce it currently was. Once upon a time, it was probably brown, but it had faded. Philotes didn't think about that at all, because as she got close, she could smell the scent of charred meat.
Somewhere in there, there were hamburgers. And she was going to get herself one.
But when she opened the door, Friendship paused, reconsidering her choice, hamburger or not. While she was able, actually inclined, to overlook the things that were lacking on the exterior, there was no way to ignore what was happening in the interior. Because the problem wasn't one of cosmetics, but one of violence. There was a full-blown bar brawl going on. A glass crashed near her feet, shattering, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. That was it. She'd find somewhere else to eat.
That was her plan, anyway. One that was thwarted in the very next second. Because while she'd really rather just leave, given that she was not at all prone to violence, Lottie found that she couldn't. In the middle of the bar, surrounded by some rather cranky-looking large and hairy men, was a friend. Well, a friend of a friend, but that was the same thing to Friendship. She knew that person, and she was not going to abandon him to the ruffians!
Setting her jaw stubbornly, Lottie dashed forward intending to get her friend out of the fight before he could get hurt. “Don't worry, Thor! I'll save you!”