hera & strange
Hera had mostly come to this party for Eros. While that might seem strange to some, coming to a party at what amounted to a sex club for one's grandson, the Olympians had always done things a bit different. Eros was one of her favorites, so it only made sense that she would support him in his endeavors. And these happened to be his endeavors. In any case, she deserved to have fun for an evening. She'd put up with Zeus's bullshit for long enough. It was about time she had a break and some time to herself. Hades had certainly agreed.
She still felt a twinge of disappointment. It wasn't that she was anything but happy for him and Persephone. She cared about both of them greatly and they both deserved happiness. But there had always been a part of her that had thought one day she and Hades might have something real. Still, she was a big girl and she could handle disappointment. Especially when it meant the people she loved were happy. Hades and Persephone were good together and that was the important thing.
She had showed up fashionably late. Nobody with sense ever arrived on time to these sorts of functions. She'd gone with one of her standard little white dresses. She knew what looked good on her and didn't really bother messing with that. She'd also made sure to swing by the bar before seeing who had the key to her lock, getting a vodka martini before looking for the key to her lock. She trusted Eros not to stick her with anyone too odious.
She found her partner without too much trouble. His outfit was interesting compared to most others at the party, but he was handsome enough. He wasn't anyone she recognized, though she'd mostly been settling in and checking on Kore and Hades since her arrival, but he certainly looked as though he could provide a decent conversation. Making her way over to him, she took a sip of her drink and fixed him with an impassive stare.
"So what made you decide to take part in this aspect of the festivities?" she asked.