Hera was feeling rather smug after handcuffing Zelos to a booth. Maybe he'd learn something from that little escapade, but somehow she doubted it. As she neared the bar, she was veering to the right to avoid the clump of people clustered there. But at the last moment, she changed her mind and headed straight for them instead.
With a sultry smile, she sidled up to the cop. Who also happened to be Hedylogos. "Harmonia is over there." She pointed, which was gauche, but she wasn't herself tonight, was she? "With Philotes and Dionysus." Then she grinned at Hedy, feeling the urge to play just a little bit while she had the anonymity to do so. "I seem to have misplaced my handcuffs, officer. I don't supposed you'd lend me yours, would you?"