Poseidon + Frost
Was he visibly pouting on and off throughout the night? Absolutely. He was flying solo and at times it felt more than a little awkward. As much of a stick in the mud Hades was, and how much of a horn ball Zeus could be - they all did sort of balance each other out in a weird way.
Still, Poseidon offered her a wily grin when she implored him to behave enough to not get kicked out. He set their drinks down on the table and slid into the booth beside Emma - his arm gliding along the back of the cushion and grazing her shoulders. "Living in a desert is hard," he admitted softly, reaching forward to pick up his drink once more.
"Mermaids are some of the most gorgeous beings ever created," Poseidon told her. "Present company being the exception, of course," - because he had to be honest. Emma was stunning. Hell if he hadn't known better he would have assumed she was a goddess from a different pantheon - like that weird one with the hammer and the giant world-ending wolf. "I'm sure some fun could turn this frown upside down, though."
He could almost hear Hecate rolling her eyes from across the room for that one.