WHO Ate & Ares WHEN Saturday (4th), around 9pm WHERE Some dive bar WHAT Delightful and kind gods meeting up for drinks WARNINGSthere is literally no way there won't be violence and probably death Extreme violence, murder, rape threats, tba
When bandage dresses were invented in the early 1990s, clinging to the bodies of runway models and showing off every curve, Ate had been instantly obsessed. It didn't quite become a signature, but when she went out she was almost always now in something short and revealing and as tight as a second skin. The goddess of infatuation simply couldn't help herself. That tight little short dress had come in and out of fashion in the years since, but they were never impossible to find.
And now they were back in, and since returning to New York Ate had gone shopping and picked up a good handful of them. Tonight, as she made her way to the bar she was meeting her brother at, the dress was a pale maroon, with stilettos that matched.
She'd been going to wear a cream-coloured dress, but the previous owner of her apartment had been rude enough to bleed all over it, making it no longer appropriate for a public setting. She'd probably burn it whenever she burned him.
The bar itself seemed suitably shitty and Ate could already picture the fun they might have together. She saw him before she even felt him, saw his powerful form there in front of her. With a laugh she ran over to him and leapt into his arms. Her legs hooked around his waist, her dress sliding up her thighs, and her arms looped around the back of his neck.