Who: Ares and Nyx Where: Latitude What: Ares livens up Nyx's evening. When: Wednesday night Rating: PG-13
It was a typical weeknight at Latitude. Most of the customers were on the first floor, slowly sipping their drinks of choice while engaging in conversations on anything from politics to fashion. The overall atmosphere was calm and laid-back; the true partying wouldn’t start until Friday night. Even the music coming through the club’s speakers was mellow and soothing, a far cry from the heavy beats they played on the weekends.
Nyx was standing behind the bar on the second floor, making a martini—shaken, not stirred—for one of her four customers. She poured the alcohol into a long stemmed glass and garnished it with three olives (three was a lucky number, after all), before setting it in front of middle aged man wearing a brown suit. He gave her a nod of thanks before taking a rather large sip.
“Rough day?” she asked, giving him a gentle smile. He looked a bit frazzled, worn around the edges, and she knew that commiserating with him would probably make his night. And, since she had nothing better to do (weeknights were often boring—which was why she worked them), she decided to indulge him.
“Awful,” the man replied, shaking his head. “Got in a fight with the wife, lost my cell phone, and damn near quit my job.” He fixed her with a doleful stare.
“Oh, honey,” she said, tilting her head as she leaned against the counter. “That’s terrible. Next drink’s on me.”
Weeknights. Boring as hell. Though, she had a sneaking suspicion that hell would be more exciting than this. She sighed, hoping that something interesting would save her from Mr. Brown Suit and his Pitiful Woes.