Who: Boudicca (boudika) and Adrestia (inescapable) When: Friday evening, 8/13 Where: Bou's place What: A not-so-quiet Friday evening Warnings: TBA
There came a time when every warrior would taste defeat, even Gods and Goddesses. But one in particular was not quite ready to throw in the towel, quite literally. The Great Jello Debacle had been declared a triumph at the time, but the ensuing clean up lasted long after the couch had been declared a casualty of war, and Bou had made the arrangements to have her home restored to it's original condition. Adrestia came back as the mood struck her, trying to right the wrong she had done to her old friend's home, even as she scrubbed clean through the layers of paint to remove the stain of Jello dye.
That night had seen victory in the last streak of orange disappearing from the kitchen wall, and a pleased as punch Goddess standing back to admire her handwork, the bleach still stinging her roughed up knuckles and the rough grit of toilet cleaner leaving textured streaks behind but nothing of the orange smear. Various other containers lay open and either empty or oozing onto the kitchen floor, all having been mixed by the budding mad scientist in an attempt to return the kitchen wall to it's former state. The combined fumes only made her smile a little more crooked, but that was neither here nor there.
Bou would be just as pleased, of that Addy had no doubt.
Maybe they'd go out for dinner whenever it was that Bou came home. Pizza sounded pretty good. Mushrooms and olives and pineapple and maybe some good cheap beer was sounding pretty good, and there was a really good little dive that the Goddess had been frequenting since her arrival back to the city that seemed all too amused and accommodating by all of the combinations that Addy kept coming up with. The thought of food alone put a hop in her step, too easily forgetting all of her cleaning supplies as she headed back to slough off all of the stuff she had gotten on herself. A shower would do well enough, but the temptation of the great bathtub nestled in the corner called to her as she stripped down and debated for a moment. It was the fancy labeled bottle sitting with all of the other bath accoutrement that made the decision for her, figuring she had well earned a good soak, and had the time for it before Bou would find her way home that evening.
In no time at all, the water was filled up well above the jets, and the Goddess was daintily pouring a healthy dose of the stuff to scent the water and cover the surface with froth. It wasn't enough though, so more was added.
And then a little more.
And then just a little more.
Before all was said and done, the empty bottle was carelessly tossed to the floor as the Goddess all but dove into the growing mountain of bubbles, the jets switching on only a second later.