She saw the backs of them as they left, and even though she'd expected it, it still stung. Erato sniffed and walked over to the bar, breaking into a wide smile as she beckoned Lars over.
"Give me the most expensive bottle on your shelf. And a round of drinks for the house, including you. You still have Apollo's card details, right?" She tipped him a conspiratorial wink. "I'm not paying for another drink tonight, remember? Oh, and make me a pina colada."
She snatched the remnants of the champagne from the table and drank it from the bottle, then collected the bottle of something probably whiskey from the bar. She knew Apollo was rich enough that he would never miss however many hundreds this purchase came to tonight, but it felt like a tiny strike back for herself. She sat at the bar for a while, collecting the thanks of people who came up and found their next drink was unexpectedly paid for, and finished her cocktail.
"Thanks Lars. See you soon," she said cheerfully, blowing him a kiss as she took her expensive bottle home and hid it in a cupboard.
She was not going to cry. She was not. Neither of them were worth it. But she would lie on her bed and blast sad love songs until her neighbours hammered on the door to make her stop. Then the headphones went on, and she fell asleep like that, lying upside down on her bed in a frilly nightgown, probably as her sister was getting hammered by the most golden of gods. Not that she was thinking about either of them at all.