Having a grandmother is like having an army. Wait here. As if she were nothing but the help, as if her time wasn't as precious as dear Aphrodite's. Well, once she was done talking with her lovers and saw fit to see Circe again, she could come and look for her at the Labyrinth. Circe glared at the spot the other goddess had just vacated, then stood and stepped into the Labyrinth, heading straight into one of its many bars.
She didn't give a thought to any of the mortals around noticing the way she appeared, stepping across the threshold. She headed straight for the counter. "Your most expensive whisky," she requested of the nearest staff member. "Neat."