The thing about Blues that not many people realized was that unlike other deities he mostly kept things on the down-low. Oh sure, he had the occasional foray into the public eye, but more often than not he was content to sit back and watch the world unfurl around him. He was aware that sitting down for drinks with the mistress of gossip was possibly not the smartest thing he'd ever done, but music wasn't about brains.
Taking a seat next to Paparazzi he ordered a whiskey, neat, and glanced around the establishment. He was used to being in places like this, but felt that she deserved to be someplace far better.
"Do you now? I'll bet you just love seeing all these guys tripping over themselves to get a smile from you thrown in their direction." Blues had certainly noticed Paparazzi, but considered a girl like her out of his league. She was beautiful, seemed fun and confident, and he had no idea what she might see in him.
"Now that ain't true, a girl with charm can go more places than a boy with charm any day." He took a sip of his drink, smiling softly.