Hephaestus & Open, 9 p.m.
Hephaestus did know how to dress down. He did. Tonight, however, was not a night for that, and so he'd donned a classic look for him, and headed to Peitho and Hermes' home.
The evening was warm, and his joints appreciated that much more than the cold. He told himself, he didn't have to stay very long. Say hello to Hermes and Peitho, tell Peitho she looked beautiful, have a drink or two, go home. At least, he was very much hoping that's how it would go. Who even knew with this brood.