Mary Magdalene and OPEN, 10.30ish
So maybe it wasn't Mary's usual jam, but sitting at home and feeling sorry for herself was getting old and maybe she'd find someone interesting to go home with.
Looking around this apartment full of gods and unknown immortals, she'd discovered not only a literal orgy room - how very Greek - but an open bar.
Mary wasn't an alcoholic. Everything was just better if you were at least a little bit drunk. So she got herself a glass of champagne with gold leaf floating it in, because when in Rome why not act as crazy opulent as the Romans did?
Mary could in no way justify the price she had paid for her dress, which was why the tag was still tucked down inside the back of it and she planned to return it tomorrow. But it was nice to have something to look good in. Most of her clothes were so not what anyone would call high class.
Besides, she couldn't drink gold-flecked champagne in jeans and a t-shirt.
She surveyed the room, wondering if there would be any familiar faces.