Who: Aphrodite and Pasithea Where: Apartment building When: Wednesday afternoon Warnings: Possible language
Aphrodite had been in to work for only a couple of hours that morning and then back to the penthouse for about an hour before she headed out to see Pasithea. In all honesty, she was eager to see someone who wasn’t family or someone who hated her. Pasithea had been one of her handmaids, and she still considered her one. This was also a goddess Aphrodite could confide in, someone who would keep her secrets for eternity. So the fact that she was taking the other goddess along with her to find her own “shag pad” was saying something. She wouldn’t tell anyone else about this place, not even Nathan. This would be specifically for those dates that went farther than just coffee and friendly chatter.
She had arrived on time, going into the tall building and waited inside the entrance for Pasithea. She was glad to hear the other goddess had been having fun. Really, she had earned a break. Aphrodite didn’t expect her to be there at her every whim, but she knew that this was someone who would most likely drop what they were doing to come and help her. She was glad she had someone like that… who wasn’t Ares.
That was mainly because she couldn’t tell Ares everything and while that pained her, it was also a good thing. Besides, Ares did not need to know about the fact that she was still looking at those two apartments. He need not know that it existed, nor where it was… and least of, who she was taking there.