Truth be told, Athena hadn't wanted to come. She was tired of the politics, of the infighting, tired of trying to always be the voice of reason -- just tired. But it was her nephew's birthday, his father was dead, and she wouldn't leave Psyche to face this party... and undoubtedly Eros' behavior... alone.
Come late, leave early was a motto that had gotten her through more than a few family get-togethers... she just found herself regretting that she hadn't had time to contact Media and give them all something to really talk about. Still, she'd done the best she could without her friend's help. Truthfully, it had probably something to do with her discovering just how well this old mask went with her little brown dress which may have helped more than a little.
She slid the off her coat and handed it to the attendant, exposing her back, and surveyed the crowd before she walked into the room.
There was Death with Guns' girl, Eros, flittering about being a good host -- oh Hera. She needed to speak with her. And as for the others, their masks and the glamor of their powers made it so she was unable to guess a few of them from the distance. Not so for Hades, and the lovely woman in green he left standing alone. Very interesting.
Mask firmly in place, Athena began to make her way around the room.