Nike loved Las Vegas. It was fun and flashy and exciting and there was winning everywhere. And it was so different from other cities, the big metropolitain ones, it was smack in the middle of the desert and Siegel and Lansky had done well to make it very inviting to those looking for the best place to gamble. Nike had come when it was new and she loved it more in the passed year.
She wandered through the casino, watching others, grinning and helping a few here and there along the way. It couldn't hurt, just a little bit of good favour and winning once in a while made it much more appealing that was for sure.
Deciding she was thirsty Little Victory mingled on and moved through the crowd and on her way to the nearest bar. She toyed with the long pearl necklace she had around her neck as she stepped up to the bar and ordered her drink. Nike smiled when she felt the presence of someone else, another deity, and looked around to find the one she sensed and then soon enough he was right there in front of her.
"Hades, hello," she answered the King of the Underworld and smiled at him. "Of course we can speak."