“I am apparently drunker than I thought,” Zelos said, taking a drink from the bottle they were now sharing. “Again, I apologize. I can’t speak for my siblings, but I don’t dislike you. You just never seemed to require our service very often. I wrongly though it was because you didn’t like us. It’s been suggested before that I should not think so much.”
He should have known that she would have liked the fact that he had beaten Dionysos. Her feelings about that particular child of Zeus was a well known secret. Maybe he should have done that years ago to get her favor. Then again, he hadn’t heard from Zeus on that matter yet.
“Perhaps the taking of notes is a good idea. I would never want to waste your time, my lady.” He smiled and offered Hera the bottle. He wasn’t sure what she could do for him, but it might be fun to see what shakes out.
He looked up when Iris walked in. What was she doing there? Was Hera going to bring in an audience to see how pitiful he was? Well, shit. He deserved it, he supposed.
“I’ll make that martini for you, Iris. I think I can still manage that. Possibly.” Zelos got to his feet, swaying only slightly, and headed to the bar. “Vodka, two olives?” he asked, not sure he remembered her preference.