Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
Careful to watch the small train of her gown, Hestia picked it up slightly as she moved with Argus. Although she never considered herself short, she wasn't quite as tall as Argus. She looked up toward him, a small grin following.
"A drink would be lovely," she told him. She considered for a moment what she wanted. A new year should mean a new drink. However, Hestia was often stuck on tradition. So the same as always it was. "Martini. Very, very dry. Two olives."