Probably some people would be shaking in their boots when they met Wrath. But Poseidon gave somewhat of a disappointed look-over before he hung up his phone and tossed it to the side. He didn’t even acknowledge her for a long period of time, he figured maybe she didn’t even know that she had slid into the very booth he was sitting in. Ah, there could be a potential joke for the two in the future. Wrath and Poseidon walk into a bar…..insert the rest here. He needed to talk to see what the rest could be about. It could maybe be about her amusing ego. The whole snap, snap, snap about the drinks made him chuckle, oops his cover was blown.
“Whiskey? I always thought of you to be a kitty cocktail kind of girl. With the umbrella and everything.” He fiddled with his phone and leaned back on his side of the booth with a rather smug smile. Big bad bitch wasn’t frightening to him. His ego sometimes got the best of him.
“You know, I’m impressed. I thought you would be ugly.” He took a sip from his scotch. “What are you here for today? I’m afraid there are no five year olds for you to snack on here. However to the left is a midget who may pass as one for the night if you really need a baby-snack.”