Harmonia had gotten better about that. It faded somewhat when she was upset and getting agitated, which she obviously was, but she was better than she would have been prior to her marriage or having met Philotes. Still. Still. She was being touched by a stranger.
No. She was being hugged by a stranger. A stranger who was insisting that she go off dance with her, get drunk and just start grabbing guys because it as fun. Harmonia wanted to yell, she wanted to shove this woman off of her and demand to know just who the hell she thought she was. She wanted to slap this woman.
But she didn't want to make a scene at this event of Nyx's. Not when Nyx and Erebos had done so much for her. “Get off of me,” she growled lowly. “I'm not grabbing anyone.”
Harmonia tried to peel the other goddess off of her. “But I think I will get drunk. Thank you for that suggestion...”