Wrath (ire) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-07-04 16:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | eros, wrath |
Who: Wrath and Eros
Where: Downtown bar
When: Friday evening
Rating/Warnings: It's Wrath, so anything is possible.
If Wrath were mortal, she'd probably be an alcoholic. Her days seemed to have settled into a routine; get up, wander around and shop a bit, fulfill her duties with Ra and then spend the night drinking. Thankfully, she had a high alcohol tolerance and rarely ever got hangovers, even after drinking as much as it would take a mortal to get alcohol poisoning. Even though it was more expensive to go out and buy drinks at a bar, it was better than sitting at home with a forty of vodka. Drinking alone made her feel like an actual alcoholic and she thought it was better to keep denying it.
Earlier that day, she'd dispatched one of Ra's mafia enemies and bought herself a cute new black Guess purse as a reward. Of course, her real reward would be a night of alcohol and conflict, always fun. Dressing in a simple black skirt and red spaghetti-strap tank top and completing it with red pumps and her new purse, she checked her make-up before leaving and walking toward one of her favourite bars. It was just sleazy enough to make her feel comfortable and she entered with a nod toward the bar tender, hopping up on one of the stools and letting her feet dangle a few inches above the floor, ordering a martini. Unlike most bars, this one had a small dance floor and she turned down an invitation to dance from an older man while watching the mortals on the dance floor. She could feel the potential for anger within them all, but refrained from using her power just yet. The night was young and there would be plenty of time to play.