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Tweak says, "Good God, Get a Grip,Girl!"

Benthesikymê | Βενθεσικυμη (deep_swell) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2012-12-04 23:30:00

Current mood:	cold
Entry tags:	benthesikyme, briareos

Who: Benthesikyme & Open
What: Wave goddess out making waves
When: Tuesday night
Where: Dive bar somewhere
Warnings: Drinking, language, violence, homophobic slurs, anything else, TBD

When Benthesikyme got bored, bad things tended to happen. She might have been weak in terms of making literal waves, but she was more than a match for any human. Even if drunken fray boys tended to think she was a mere slip of a thing.

Tonight, Rhode had gone back to her husband, and she was left to sit alone and stare at the TV. Vicodin was busy doing something with his aunts, and he was coming over tomorrow, but she wanted something to do now. Fight or fuck, it didn't really matter. And there was a dive bar about half a mile from her apartment that would do the job nicely.

She got a cab, heading inside once she'd arrived and ordering a whiskey double, neat. Slamming it back, she got a second one and started scanning the room. There were a couple of good prospects, and she was very persistent. (Not to the point of her father, though. She did know how to listen to a definite no.) There was a smoking redheaded by the bar, and she walked up and introduced herself. They got to talking, and Benth had asked if she wanted to go back to her place. The girl didn't even have a chance to say anything before a man was pulling her next to him and saying, "Fuck no, bitch. She's mine and she's not a dyke."

Benthesikyme just raised an eyebrow at him. "Wow, what a narrow-minded little caveman you are. I'd just like to point out: I had no fucking idea you even existed."

"Stupid bitch," he growled, lifting his arm to shove her away and leave. She caught his arm before it could make contact, bending the wrist backward until he whimpered and tried to twist away.

"I wasn't even talking to you," she said calmly. "Didn't your mother ever teach you it's rude to interrupt a lady?" She kept bending until he was on his knees looking up at her, then pushed his hand away.

"Sweetie, if you ever change your mind, I'll be here," she told the girl, slapping some money onto the bar and heading for the door. Or she was, but she was yanked back inside by the caveman. "Bitch, I'm not fucking done with you," he said as he hauled her inside by her hair, throwing her against the bar.

There was a storm in the goddess' eyes as she looked up at him from her position half-draped over the bar. "Bitch, I was done with you before I even walked in here," she growled, right before she launched herself at him. They were soon nothing more than a dark blur with flesh-colored flashes, rolling around on the ground and doing their best to hurt the other.

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metacarpus
2012-12-07 05:18 pm UTC (link)

It was easy to pick up on another sea god (or goddess) when they were within the same vicinity. It made his muscles tighten, but ever since the hurricane had rolled through the city with lightening speed and a disastrous aftermath, Briareos didn't like to keep himself locked up. There was still an itch of uneasiness because he expected for Poseidon to have drug his ass back down into a hole. The difference now was he was ready.

When the brawl broke out he heard the redhead shriek which pulled his attention. That wasn't Kymopoleia making a scene, but it was one like her. He shoved his way through the crowd, too many people still made him nervy.

The man was as big as a house held down by someone even tinier than Kymopoleia.

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deep_swell
2012-12-07 11:43 pm UTC (link)

Benthesikyme had the idiot mortal's ribs clamped between her thighs, and was wailing on him, mostly because she could. She picked up on the other presence behind her, but it wasn't really high on her list of priorities at the moment. She needed to teach this idiot a lesson, that just because she was a tiny little thing, didn't mean he could just throw her around.

She only stopped because her hand was starting to hurt, and she was getting bored. She stood up and wiped the blood off on her jeans, finally noticing Briareos behind her. "Hey," she said, nodding at him. She hit up the bartender for a bottle of whiskey, throwing most of the rest of her money on the bar.

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	metacarpus 2012-12-12 05:15 am UTC (link)
	The sound of bone cracking was almost music to his ears. At one time he could take just one hand and crush a man with it easy. His hands now were trimmed down to just two, but there was still some strength in those thin limbs. "You're one of Poseidon's." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	deep_swell 2012-12-12 10:21 pm UTC (link)
	Her smile was all teeth and sharp edges. "Well, give the man a prize," she drawled, pulling from the bottle. "And you are some form or another of sea thing." She cocked her head, staring at him. "Oh yeah, you're Ky's husband. The one she doesn't like." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	metacarpus 2012-12-12 11:19 pm UTC (link)
	"I am no sea thing. I was the god of your oceans long before your father." His brows sunk heavy over his thin face. "It was never about like, she was given to me." Things were a little different now though, still a long shot off from being settled between him and Ky. (Reply to this) (Parent)