Atë (recklessate) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-03-14 22:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ate, set |
WHO: Ate & Set
WHEN: Saturday night, a Manhattan bar
WHAT: The Gods of Chaos and Ruin are about to meet up...
WARNINGS: Seriously, look who's in it. Let's just say violence, language, and possibly sex.
Ate had spent the afternoon curled up on the couch in her pajamas eating Mexican food, although she was still wearing her fantastic 'please divorce me because I'm lame now' shoes from Mark. It was in one of the ad breaks of the sitcom playing that she stretched out her leg in front of her realised that sitting inside was a waste of perfectly sexy high heels. And that, right there, was a crime. And not the fun kind - that she would find tonight.
She had no real plans for when she'd actually end up - other than knowing it had to be somewhere that would keep her entertained and admired. The club she ended up in was quite trendy it seemed, but they had no problems letting her in while she was so demurely sweet to the bouncer. Probably the skintight black dress also had a little to do with it. One couldn't blame the man for falling victim to the breasts and legs display. It had weakened stronger men than him before, not to mention stronger Gods.
Inside she ordered herself a martini and cast her eyes over the bar. When she spotted the other god across the room - unfamiliar, attractive, noticing her as well - she raised her glass to him with a feline smile.