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Steak and Shake Down
Who: Ares and Enyo
When: Early evening (Before the snow, May 5th)
Where: Enyo's small estate, just outside of NYC
What: Dinner, catching up... And a little questioning.
Warning: Innuendo. It's Ares. Honestly.



It had been a pleasant dinner to be sure. Steak, no vegetables as Ares had requested. Rare but not dripping for him, nearly mooing for her. But her cook had long since grown used to such strange requests from "Blair" which she had asked Ares to call her in a very quiet voice upon his arrival. It was something she had neglected to tell him in a post. Blair Swanson... She hated the alias but there it was anyhow.

Now, dinner was over and it was time for drinks for Enyo was being very proper about the whole thing. Drinks in the drawing room. She'd even dressed for the occasion - well, not really but it seemed like it anyway. She had settled in a rather rich looking arm chair that seemed more like a throne than anything else, tapping a forefinger on the rim of her brandy glass as she just... looked at him. He appeared well enough though his post had made her wonder.

And now it was time to ask now that all the staff had left for the night. They could talk freely, use the proper names, "Why was Deimos speaking of Thebes and fighting Kadmeans again when that era is long gone?" She was trying to be diplomatic in her asking instead of coming out and asking why her nephew was acting fuck-nutting insane. Diplomacy was not her strong suit so it was sort of a miracle.