The sea of events that had plagued through the city for months now had put Briareos into hibernation. He was hiding, keeping a low profile because he did not want to be on Poseidon's radar. There was enough going on now that he seemed in the clear. After cradling himself through the darkness he hadn't gone out for weeks. He didn't like the dark anymore, it was unsettling. The fact that it covered the entire city made him feel as if he couldn't get away, like he'd been as good as the hole Poseidon had tried to bury him in.
Afterward was the flood. Something that felt more natural. He had been a Titan child of the sea long before Poseidon had inhabited it. When his apartment building flooded and the rest of the world scrambled to get out he took his time. Feeling that kind of rush of water coming at him wasn't terrifying. He had eventually ventured outside smelling the sea so close. He could touch it between his fingers. It washed away with it a lot of fear that he'd been holding onto so tight.
It didn't get rid of his claustrophobia completely, but the once tall giant (still thin) seemed to carry himself with a little more edge as he stepped into the bar. He saw Kymopoleia out of the corner of his eye venturing over without shying from her or the people around them. It was a step forward.
He didn't say a word but took a pool stick into his hand, silently taking the challenge.