She wound her curls around her finger, as she gracefully waved the bartender over. “Tell this gentleman what you’d like… or if you’d like me to decide, how about a Royal Temptation?”
Anansi… and not Greek. The goddess couldn’t help but smirk at this, as he has noticed a pattern that she had been noticing ever since she started interacting with the divine world – there were plenty of Greeks out and about, but not a lot of other pantheons. Perhaps it was the influence of the Roman Empire, though it was a shame that the ‘barbarians’ quickly forgot of their own gods with the promise of love and eternal life and whatever sunshine and lollipops they desired.
“Hmm… I’d say you’re Nubian, or from somewhere further South. As for myself… I’m Hel… and I’m not Greek, either.”
She let the curls slide out of her fingers, and rested an elbow on the counter.
“I’ll let you guess where I fit as well…”
A smile grew, as the music became more upbeat in the background.