WHO Erato, Bia WHEN Wednesday night WHERE Diogenes Club WHAT a bit of harmless flirtation WARNINGS tba
Erato sipped her drink through her straw, and sighed, thoroughly bored. Being without a lover was so dull. Her sisters were all occupied lately- Calliope with her prodigal daughter, Clio with… her book, or child, or something, Melpomene with whatever the fuck she had going on, and the rest just didn’t reply to her messages.
She glanced around the bar, looking for someone to talk to. There had to be someone worth paying attention to. That hulking minotaur stood with his arms crossed, but she looked away from him. No chance she was embarrassing herself there a second time. The barman, Lars, glanced towards her, but only to see if she needed another drink. Such an inscrutable mortal. She nodded, indicating she’d like another the same, strawberry daiquiri. She leaned her hand on her chin and checked her phone, lips pursed slightly as she swiped left. Ugh. There was just nothing.