Who: Nergal and Pscipolnitsa What: Drinks When: Saturday, around 1pm Where: Random bar Warnings: Language, maybe? Talk of killing things? Very few.
Dragging himself out of bed before noon on a Saturday was the only truly unfortunate part of all of this. He wasn't working - thank the gods - and he didn't have anywhere else to be and would have, happily, slept all day were it not for Nitsa wanting to meet for drinks. He wasn't inconvenienced at all, though. He was happy for a reason to see her again. Sun deities, especially those who destroyed and killed with their powers, needed to stick together. Of course Nergal was primarily a god of war and plague - his dealings with the sun were only part of a multi-person cycle and very specified. Even so, he bonded with the goddess and found her fascinating - to say the least.
He dressed, left her (or her canary) a message with the address and set off that way himself. It was the train today, he didn't feel like driving. Saturdays in the city were always hell and dealing with traffic was not his idea of a fun time. He'd rather deal with the subway. Most of the people there were tourists, even though it was late in the season, and it was tempting as always not to just randomly start picking off victims. Maybe he was trying to turn a new leaf? Or maybe he just wasn't interested in having his train stopped on account of passengers dying. And lucky him would probably get called into work over it. Fucking karma. Though maybe he could start a new strain of the flu if he concentrated hard enough... Eh, no - it was way too early in the morning for that.
The difficult part in all of this was finding a bar that opened before 4 or even 5pm, even on a weekend. But luckily some of them opened at noon, presumably for lunch. But, what was that lyric? It's 5 o'clock somewhere? Nergal didn't think they'd be the lone ones drinking at midday either way. And once there, he found a seat close to the windows at the front of the building - not for the people-watching but for the sun. He ordered something to drink and waited, still watching temptation in the form of passers-by wander unknowingly down the street.