Hades bit his lip. Bothering her suddenly seemed like a horrible idea. She was having a good time, and Hades was cutting into it. Nike worked for his brother. Who even knew when Zeus let someone have time off. Probably not very often. Probably at a bad time. Probably very rarely when it came to someone who helped him win at black jack without cheating. But Hades was there already, and as much as it pained him, he knew this could not wait.
“I'm here looking for you, actually,” Hades confessed. He wanted to add something to her comment about the place being lovely, but he couldn't really think of anything. They'd just brought in that new bright kind of sign light. Neon. The fact itself was interesting, but Hades didn't really like the thing. He didn't think it would last too long though. It was invented by the French. That was all that really needed to be said there.
He ran his hand through his hair, and looked at the corner of the room before meeting her eyes. He decided to get right to the point. Hades wasn't one for small talk really. “I'm afraid I'm in a bit of a predicament. One of my ghosts got into trouble playing poker, and I lost him. I wouldn't bother you or try to use you for your talents otherwise, but Sophocles is important to the realm so I would appreciate it if you'd offer your services. If you can't, or are otherwise occupied, I'd understand. But I could pay you. Or whatever you want. Within reason.” He paused. “Sorry. I wish I were better at schmoozing.”