That had not been a fun afternoon. One of Hermod’s favorite mares had gone into labor and it had not taken long to realize that the foal was breech. Hermod was not certain how long he and the vet had worked with mother-to-be to bring the little one into the world, but it had felt like hours. He was ready for a nice quiet night. And since Bast was busy, he would curl up with a good book and hot coffee in front of the fireplace.
While he waited for his coffee to brew (he still swears old fashioned brewing tastes better than Kuregs), he turned on his computer to check up on the world through social media. Nothing really caught his attention until he looked through Instagram. There was a brand new picture of Bast. Ninkasi was with her, which Hermod knew would probably lead to all sorts of trouble. Judging by the passed out mortals in the picture behind the goddesses, trouble may have already started.
Hermod smiled as he pulled out his phone. He knew his girlfriend pretty well, so it was safe to assume that she was having a very good time out with her friends. Just in case, though, he sent her a quick text. “Looks like fun. Let me know if you want company.” If she did want him to join them, he would. If not, he knew better than to be offended. Bast’s free spirit was one of the many things he loved about her.
He had read a few chapters in his book before he realized that Bast had not replied to his text. If it had been anyone else, he would not have worried about it. But since he got Bast to get back together with him, she always replied to him within a few minutes. He needed to know that those unconscious mortals were really as helpless as they looked.
Luckily, it was never hard for a messenger of the gods to find someone. He found the bar Bast and Ninkasi had gone to and made his way inside. The place seemed a little crowded to him, not that he had been to many other bars to judge by. Hermod worked his way through the crowd, mostly drunken frat boys, looking for Bast.