Hades, Than, Open to Anyone at any time! Come in and out as you please!
[OOC note. No posting order in this thread at all. If you want to thread back and forth with Hades or Than for awhile and then have your character leave, go for it. We will just assume the other is standing nearby going :| ]
When Hades got the invitation, he'd barely glanced at it. He liked Ninkasi, but a beach party didn't sound like his thing. It sounded like every god and goddess standing on a beach, listening to loud music, trading false pleasantries and not killing each other when they probably should, and refraining from killing each other when they probably shouldn't. Dancing, and, worse, miniature umbrellas might be involved. Hades did not know the reason miniature umbrellas were invented, but it couldn't possibly have been good. If Hades went, he'd probably have to nod at people, or say things. He might get sand in his shoes. He'd spend eternity shaking them and it would never come out. It would be like a Tartarus punishment. Except Tartarus punishments weren't that cruel. He'd thrown the invitation away.
No force in any realm could make Hades go to that party. When Phobetor had asked if he was going, Hades had practically scoffed. Then Phobetor had mentioned that most of Olympus would be there, including people who liked plants. Hades got his coat.
Hades and Than had been at Ninkasi's party for about thirty minutes. They'd arrived with Phobetor, but he'd wandered off somewhere. He'd probably seen someone in face paint, and had gotten excited.. Hades hated when Phobetor got his hopes up with those sorts of things. When it didn't pan out, Phobetor got wounded dog eyes without even shapechanging. A scary Old Yeller without the rabies.
They stood about ten feet away from the beverage table, and frowned when certain Olympians went back for seconds. The ground was a bit raised there, and Hades had a good view of the surrounding area. He could point out eight different blonde goddesses. Not that he was looking for a blonde goddess or thinking about a blonde goddess, or wishing that he'd seen a certain blonde goddess among those eight. Hades didn't wish for anything. He didn't even really wish to be there nodding at people he knew, or that knew him. Nine blonde goddesses. None noteworthy. It was going to be a long night.
“People say that parties like these were invented by the in crowd,” Hades posited to Than, “But I don't think that's true. The in crowd just didn't get the joke.”