Lottie’s lips tightened as Enlil gave the play by play. Yeah, she got that they were fighting, and she really had absolutely no doubt that it was probably Bast’s fault. Philotes wasn’t all that fond of Bast, actually. But this level of angry seemed out of character for Ninkasi, so she was concerned. Plus there were all the dead and dying people. Friendship was really not okay with all the dead and dying people.
She was about to ask Enlil how to safely go about helping those people—not that she was going to ask him to join her, just ask for suggestions how to do it without getting in the way of the fight—when the scream broke through the rest of the cacophony in the bar. Her eyes immediately locked onto the problem and her breath came out of her in a gust, like she’d been punched in the chest.
“Oh shit,” she muttered, “Dio’s gone blender.”
Obviously the time for staying out of it had come to an end. She just couldn’t let Bast and Ninkasi deal with Dionysus on their own. Maybe if she reinforced the bonds of friendship between the three of them, it would slow things down. But they were divine, and two of them were from different pantheons, so she’d need to be closer to really have an impact. Lottie nodded her head once, confirming her plan to herself, and then started forward.
She got about four steps toward her target before her feet were no longer touching ground. “Kratos!” And then, then, he proceeded to tell her nope. NOPE! Like she was three years old! She was so irritated with that, she didn’t even realize that she was back on the floor next to Enlil. “Do not use that tone with me, young man! I used to babysit you!”
Leaning around him, though not far since he was still holding on to her, she waved her arm at the altercation. “In case you missed it, Dio’s lost his shit, Bast has lost her brain, and Kasi is swinging knives like a ginsu master, and yes I know that’s not a thing so don’t you give me that look, because my point is that this bar has gone to hell in a handbasket, and people are dying, and your girlfriend is getting hurt, so why are you-- no don’t shake your damn head at me, I know she’s your girlfriend, everybody knows she’s your girlfriend, your mom knows she’s your girlfriend, we talked about it, so shut up and go help her, because she’s getting hurt, and you know Dio’s not going to stop, he’s not capable of it when he gets like this, which is totally not his fault, I know, because he got taken apart and put back together too many times, but he’ll keep going, and they’ll keep fighting and don’t you dare lift me up again! Dammit Kratos, put me—no, Vidar, I don’t want to go, I want to help, we have to help, so put me down, don’t carry me outside! You put me down right now or you’re not getting sex for a month!”
Slung over her silent boyfriend’s shoulder as he pretty much ignored her, she threw a desperate look back at the fighting trio. Kratos would help Ninkasi, she was sure of that. Maybe if Bast had help too, between them, they could contain Dionysus. Her first thought was to call her mother to have to call her penpal, Ra, but then she thought maybe he’d not be available right now, because it was the other side of the world, and she wasn’t sure if it was night, and he wasn’t around at night. So she rather frantically made a mental call to the only Egyptian she knew that she thought Bast might listen to: Anubis.