Ninkasi was surprisingly already a little drunk when she arrived. Well, drunk was a really generous word. A little bit buzzed was a better way to phrase it but the Americans had new ad campaigns about Buzzed Driving is Drunk Driving and while Ninkasi didn't disagree with the sentiment, she did disagree with the description of the levels of intoxication. The two were far different. So, on a scale of one to ten of her being intoxicated where one was not at all, seven was starting to take clothes off and touch everything, and ten was falling asleep.... she was around a four.
Relaxed.
She had been all ready to go: dressed, hair done, shoes, jewelry... Kratos knew she would get there when she got there because Dilmun had its own thing going on tonight and she really wanted to be sure it was going to function alright on its own before she jumped across the globe. Not that she couldn't bilocate if necessary, but... yeah. Some Celts were doing some thing... they had a band coming in, mortals were going to be there too, so it was risky. But the Celts didn't want to fancy themselves up for the Greek thing -at least they knew their limits good on them, which means Kasi had the Lamassu on alert for the night and instructed to contact her if things went awry. She had just been taking a final look at the inventory, laying a few little “tricks” on things with her ancient ways when a couple of them insisted that she play a several rounds of bar dice before she left.
Damn them. Damn them straight to Christian Hell. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, go straight to Hell, because the shots were doubles of top shelf whiskey they'd brought in -against the damn law. How many shots she ended up doing... Ninkasi didn't know, because it was just as well. For a bit it made her forget that she had no idea how the hell she was supposed to behave tonight. Was this technically a date? Was she supposed to just pretend that he was still just her best friend now? What were they calling this?
What if she had family there that hadn't met him before? Did she just say: this is my friend, Kratos? Did she say that and add that the have lots of fun sexy times, too and as a side note she's kind of in love with him but really afraid to say anything because he'd not given any clarification on what this relationship is or is not either? It was an awkward limbo with good sex... and by the time she'd actually arrived in her eggplant body-contouring dress and gold-cast filigree butterfly motif mask, Ninkasi was so glad she was a little buzzed. Otherwise she would have worked herself up into such tizzy over what was what tonight she'd not be able to have any fun.
Instead, she walked away the bar with something unusual for her: a dirty martini. But, the spear had maxed out at four olives, one she was already plucked off into her mouth... and she was hoping the fact that it was a sipping cocktail would afford her the time to let that four on her personal intoxication scale drop a few notches. Well, and maybe figure out if this was a date or not a date...