No one vetoed his plans for the martinis, so he headed right to the bar and started mixing the drinks. One thing he was still sure about was that he could work a bar. No matter how drunk he was. He took a little extra time with the mixing. He wanted the drinks for Hera and her messenger to be perfect. Also, it would give the goddesses time to finish talking about him.
He wasn’t bothered by what they were saying. He had asked for the queen’s help, so she would have to get Iris up to date. And he was certain they needed to make a few jokes at his expense. As long as the jokes were funny, he was okay with that too. He learned long, long ago not to let things like that get to him. Apparently, he was only bothered by his brother’s happiness.
Zelos couldn’t stall any longer. He put three martinis on a tray and went back to the steps where they had been sitting. The ladies would probably like someplace more comfortable to continue this discussion. He just couldn’t think of where such a place was in the throne room.
“Your majesty? My lady? I have your drinks ready. When you’re ready, of course.” This was going to be Hera’s show. No need to hurry it along.