February 14, 1929
February 14th, 1929
A deep haze of smoke filled the noisy saloon, the Cicero speakeasy patrons embracing an underlying air of excitement. At a small table near the corner, a leggy blonde crossed her legs, taking a long draw from the cigarette perched in it's holder before looking to the dashing gent beside her. Neither was recognizable to most patrons, but he had an air of dark anger that emanated from him, and she took the whole thing in stride - it was easy to assume they were associates from Detroit or New York.
"So this is where we're going for my birthday? There's not even dancing."
"There will be dancing later. Your feast day is not until tomorrow, Cherish. Tonight, there are a few details to work on."
"It's 3 am... technically it's today. You know I hate when you get all virtuous and want me to embrace patience."
Scrunching her nose lightly, she leaned towards him, fingertips on his cheek pulling him close enough for a light kiss. Booze was illegal here, so it was of course flowing freely in this bastion of mobsters. It was 1929, and Prohibition had been in full force for almost a decade. Aphrodite found Prohibition amusing, more so then many of the other puritan ideas to have gripped this new country. It's only real contribution to society seemed to have been more crime, more rivalries, more overall passion, and more people making a point to enjoy themselves.
Rolling her eyes, she nodded as Ares excused himself to attend to a few things, absently glancing over the pinstriped suit he wore, complete with fedora. She then turned, offering a beaming smile to the man the waitress indicated as the sender of her current martini... yet another perk to illegal booze - because it was wrong, people did it more, and often to excess... and there were no shortages of bar brawls over beautiful women.
The night continued, the highlight being the approach of the drunk man at the very wrong time, just as her escort was returning. Nose upturned as she tried to avoid the gin-laden breath, sparkling eyes caught Ares as he stood behind the man, letting him finish his inebriated soliloquy detailing her beauty before lifting him by the scruff of his neck. One look into fiery eyes was all it took for the blubbering to start, a new stench indicating he'd soiled himself in fear. Dropping him, Ares reached to grab Dite's wrist, tugging her towards him and the door.
"Presents now?" Hopeful eyes glittered as they turned upwards, not at all affected by the token show of fury she'd witnessed.
"Greedy wench. Aren't you too old for this love of feastdays?" Chiseled eyebrow lifting, he smirked, striding forward, leaving her to catch up. "We have a few hours to kill."
"Ares!" With a plaintive sulk she quickened her step, latching onto his arm. "I can think of a few ways to do that..."
"Wench." Smirking at her, they turned a corner, fading away from the street in a screen of smoke.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
One step closer to sated, she let him rouse her out of bed with a minimum of grumbles, the promise of fun the only thing motivating her. With a feline stretch, she was dressed instantly in habitually translucent silk, eschewing the dress and heels from the night before. Lifting an anticipatory smile, she turned to her leather-clad peer, amused at his own restlessness.
"Are you sure this gift is for me?" With a grin, she slipped into his arms while he adjusted his gauntlets, purring as he turned her back to his chest, muzzle descending to nip her neck.
"Timing, Cherish."
Blinking, she opened her eyes to look out onto a warehouse, 7 men ambling about anxiously, obviously waiting for someone. They spoke in low tones, englished smattered with Italian, discussing shipments, current events, and the absence of their boss Bugsy whom they seemed to be waiting for. Confused, Dite looked up, closing her lips on the finger Ares lifted to her lips to urge her silence. Leaning back against his chest, she settled into the curve of his arm to wait. It wasn't too long before she heard cars pull up outside, growing more confused as two uniformed officers and three in plain clothes stormed into the warehouse, obviously startling the men inside. Shouts went up as the men were all told to face the wall, hands on the brick. Bored, Dite closed her eyes, opening them quickly as her arm was pinched, the sound of tommy guns exploding cutting off any protest to pain she might have made. Bullets flew into the seven men, peppering each man with several rounds from the .45. Smiling broadly, the love goddess leaned back, purring as she felt hips grinding into hers... copious amounts of blood always succeeding in producing a randy God of War. As the din died down and the uniformed cops led the plain-clothed ones out, She looked over her shoulder, nipping his jaw.
"You planned this for today?"
"I manipulated the timing. Your very own massacre." Canines descended, gnawing against her ear as she squirmed.
"perfect..." Wriggling to face him, she molded curved against him, fingers tugging him closer. "Let me think of a few ways to show my gratitude..."
"Wench."
Laughing, she leaned back, falling onto the bed in his chamber as they relocated instantly. "Come here and I'll prove it..."
A deep haze of smoke filled the noisy saloon, the Cicero speakeasy patrons embracing an underlying air of excitement. At a small table near the corner, a leggy blonde crossed her legs, taking a long draw from the cigarette perched in it's holder before looking to the dashing gent beside her. Neither was recognizable to most patrons, but he had an air of dark anger that emanated from him, and she took the whole thing in stride - it was easy to assume they were associates from Detroit or New York.
"So this is where we're going for my birthday? There's not even dancing."
"There will be dancing later. Your feast day is not until tomorrow, Cherish. Tonight, there are a few details to work on."
"It's 3 am... technically it's today. You know I hate when you get all virtuous and want me to embrace patience."
Scrunching her nose lightly, she leaned towards him, fingertips on his cheek pulling him close enough for a light kiss. Booze was illegal here, so it was of course flowing freely in this bastion of mobsters. It was 1929, and Prohibition had been in full force for almost a decade. Aphrodite found Prohibition amusing, more so then many of the other puritan ideas to have gripped this new country. It's only real contribution to society seemed to have been more crime, more rivalries, more overall passion, and more people making a point to enjoy themselves.
Rolling her eyes, she nodded as Ares excused himself to attend to a few things, absently glancing over the pinstriped suit he wore, complete with fedora. She then turned, offering a beaming smile to the man the waitress indicated as the sender of her current martini... yet another perk to illegal booze - because it was wrong, people did it more, and often to excess... and there were no shortages of bar brawls over beautiful women.
The night continued, the highlight being the approach of the drunk man at the very wrong time, just as her escort was returning. Nose upturned as she tried to avoid the gin-laden breath, sparkling eyes caught Ares as he stood behind the man, letting him finish his inebriated soliloquy detailing her beauty before lifting him by the scruff of his neck. One look into fiery eyes was all it took for the blubbering to start, a new stench indicating he'd soiled himself in fear. Dropping him, Ares reached to grab Dite's wrist, tugging her towards him and the door.
"Presents now?" Hopeful eyes glittered as they turned upwards, not at all affected by the token show of fury she'd witnessed.
"Greedy wench. Aren't you too old for this love of feastdays?" Chiseled eyebrow lifting, he smirked, striding forward, leaving her to catch up. "We have a few hours to kill."
"Ares!" With a plaintive sulk she quickened her step, latching onto his arm. "I can think of a few ways to do that..."
"Wench." Smirking at her, they turned a corner, fading away from the street in a screen of smoke.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
One step closer to sated, she let him rouse her out of bed with a minimum of grumbles, the promise of fun the only thing motivating her. With a feline stretch, she was dressed instantly in habitually translucent silk, eschewing the dress and heels from the night before. Lifting an anticipatory smile, she turned to her leather-clad peer, amused at his own restlessness.
"Are you sure this gift is for me?" With a grin, she slipped into his arms while he adjusted his gauntlets, purring as he turned her back to his chest, muzzle descending to nip her neck.
"Timing, Cherish."
Blinking, she opened her eyes to look out onto a warehouse, 7 men ambling about anxiously, obviously waiting for someone. They spoke in low tones, englished smattered with Italian, discussing shipments, current events, and the absence of their boss Bugsy whom they seemed to be waiting for. Confused, Dite looked up, closing her lips on the finger Ares lifted to her lips to urge her silence. Leaning back against his chest, she settled into the curve of his arm to wait. It wasn't too long before she heard cars pull up outside, growing more confused as two uniformed officers and three in plain clothes stormed into the warehouse, obviously startling the men inside. Shouts went up as the men were all told to face the wall, hands on the brick. Bored, Dite closed her eyes, opening them quickly as her arm was pinched, the sound of tommy guns exploding cutting off any protest to pain she might have made. Bullets flew into the seven men, peppering each man with several rounds from the .45. Smiling broadly, the love goddess leaned back, purring as she felt hips grinding into hers... copious amounts of blood always succeeding in producing a randy God of War. As the din died down and the uniformed cops led the plain-clothed ones out, She looked over her shoulder, nipping his jaw.
"You planned this for today?"
"I manipulated the timing. Your very own massacre." Canines descended, gnawing against her ear as she squirmed.
"perfect..." Wriggling to face him, she molded curved against him, fingers tugging him closer. "Let me think of a few ways to show my gratitude..."
"Wench."
Laughing, she leaned back, falling onto the bed in his chamber as they relocated instantly. "Come here and I'll prove it..."