WHO Erato and Asterion WHEN Thursday night WHERE Diogenes Club WHAT just a love muse without love WARNINGS tbd
Erato chose not to sit at the bar tonight. Instead she sat alone in a far booth, allowing herself to wallow in the loneliness of unrequited love, a strawberry daiquiri in front of her.
She hadn't seen or spoken to Alan since that day in the rain, but the fierceness of her feelings for him had hardly faded. She knew he was perfect for her in ways that defied explanation, knew how lovely and kind he was. She also knew how utterly unavailable he was, too. Gossiping about Melpomene was one thing. Making any advance whatsoever right now would be tantamount to inciting civil war.
So she help that special pain close and let herself feel it, and know it, and own it, while she drank alone in a crowded bar, sighing wistfully at the couple's she saw. She stayed alone over the evening, for once not inviting anyone to join her with her eyes like she usually might, and played with her phone while eavesdropping on the conversations around her.