Ninkasi: Goddess of Alcohol and Fermentation (brew_maven) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2014-09-09 20:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~bast, ~ninkasi |
Cuddles [tag: Bast]
This was weird.
Actually the list of weird things was just growing longer. In the plus column, most of her house was remodeled, which was good because it had been in desperate need of it. Thor's help had been enlisted because well, he was helpful like that and an overall good, reliable guy. No matter what anyone else thought of him, he was. Besides, she couldn't put cabinets in by herself and hiring people meant opinions from people who didn't know her. His opinions had been helpful, and logical. And he'd talked her down from some ridiculous renovation ideas, which was good.
But Ninkasi still got rid of her old nasty shower/tub combination thing in her en suite. Now she had an awesome glass pane shower and a separate jacuzzi jet tub that she was convinced she was now in love with. If it was possible to be in love with a bathtub. She needed a hot tub next, but somewhere that it was actually going to be practical. It was too hot in Queensland for that. Maybe Chicago? It would require thought.
Which was just fine because her current tub was great for thinking, toes wiggling happily through the surface of the water with the jets hitting her all over. It was amazing. She loved this tub. She should have done this ages ago. In fact, even after a few dozen uses, she still moaned happily when the water jets hit her after getting in and turning them on.
But that wasn't the weird part.
No. The weird part was Thor being the voice of logic and reason in things. It wasn't that he didn't have amazing ideas sometimes. He did. No one gave him enough credit. But, Ninkasi didn't really take him for the good advice giving type and he was far too... logical in his advice about how to handle her Kratos problems... which as a weird problem all it's own. Not to mention the fact that Thor was eating like a pregnant woman again. In and of itself that wasn't terribly unusual, but it usually marked some sort of... change or unsettling thing for him. Maybe he didn't notice it himself, but she did.
The Norseman had a pattern and it involved food.
Taquitos. The hell?
But it was weird and somewhat unusual that he was... well... logical in terms of her bizarre dilemmas. And his advice didn't line up with anyone else's she had gotten. Which both made sense and yet didn't. Because Thor and she... they weren't exactly cut from the same cloth, so he might not totally understand her perspective. But, he was, however, far more likely to understand Kratos' side of things.
It was so confusing.
Which was how she ended up in front of Bast's temple in cut-off shorts, boots, a gray tank top that said: My Life is a Very Complicated Drinking Game, straps of her neon green leopard-print bra sticking out and carrying armfulls of liquor. Since her arms were full, the knocking came with a gentle tap of her toe. “Knock, knock! Liquor fairy calling. You in? I've got a case of beer and some tequila... because... reasons...” She had to bring something and this is what she did best. Right?