"Well, basically," Dysnomia said with a little roll of her eyes, "I was doing something for Aunt Bella. Er, Enyo. Helping. She asked for my help, so-" She sighed, shook her head and downed the rest of her drink. This was clearly setting the precedent for the night.
She set the glass down with a clink and fixed her dark stare on Morpheus. "I helped. Only it got nasty. He wasn't playing fair. All I did was vandalize one stupid statue, and the fucker stabbed me. With a sword. I mean, come on, isn't that just overkill?" She signaled to the bartender for a refill and sighed again. "Aunt Enyo so owes me one."