Ares (ares_godofwar) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-19 01:15:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Current music: | NIN - The Perfect Drug |
Entry tags: | ares, national security |
I come along but I don't know where you're taking me.
Who: Ares (ares_godofwar), National Security (absolutecontrol)
What: Call-out for no-strings-attached sex.
When: (Backdated 15/2) Sunday 11pm
Where: Four Seasons bar (then room)
Warnings: Read the 'What:' bit.
When was the last time he'd been called?
He couldn't even remember. Sure, lots of people rang him and asked him if he was 'free tonight' but that was never the first line on the phone. It was usually 'how are you', 'I miss you baby', 'where were you last night' or something along the lines of useless chit-chat.
He had the number saved under 'N'. There were quite a few numbers in his phone stored with simple letters but none of them had called him in... decades. He thought he removed himself from the list but... maybe not?
Eyeing down his glass of Jack Daniels, Ares waited idly. He'd been here a few times... the god of war had a selective memory when it came to some things.
While waiting, he drank inbetween playing Snakes on his phone. Wanted to know more about this but he wasn't really supposed to ask a lot of questions when he met the guy he was supposed to meet.