WHO: Inanna & Nergal WHEN: Thursday afternoon WHERE: A low-key New York strip club WHAT: Because everyone meets their newly alive sister-in-law at strip clubs WARNINGS: Obscene amounts of flirting and naked ladies
Inanna curled her hand into a fist, inspecting it in the dim lights as she did so. Yes, the muscles were strong again and she was, as she had ever been, a warrior. Her sister may have sought to weaken her but Ereshkigal was the remnant of a forgotten ago while Inanna was a name still beloved. Who still loved her sister? Not a one. But Inanna would snap a man's neck with ease, could crush souls, could crush cities. She was, still, the most beloved and wondrous of all the Gods. She smiled at her fist rather proudly.
She turned her attention back to the woman on the stage in front of her, the one who was writhing and licking her lips with her eyes on Inanna. The goddess' own eyes were trailing down the mortal's form, taking in the curves. She liked the way women were shaped, enjoyed the soft touches. It was different than with men but the Queen of Heaven enjoyed both.
She'd called Nergal's work the night before to arrange this meeting, giving the person on the phone the time and address and the promise of alcohol provided. Inanna's own drink was sitting on the table in front of her and she took a sip before beckoning the girl closer so she could slip a note into the waistband.