Dite's Decadent Delights, Wednesday
There were boxes. And boxes. And -- oh, look, more boxes. At least the work of stocking inventory kept her mind off of the reason she had to restock everything.
Aphrodite shifted her phone against her ear as she opened another box.
"You don't get it, Cupid. It was humiliating! For a moment there was a real attraction there. Until I woke up, and by then, well, the potion had worn off."
"So, you got caught by your own power. It happens, Mom. Remember when Bliss pricked himself on one of my arrows and thought that ugly two headed puppy was just the best thing in the world?"
"Yeah, but that was forever ago, and he was a little boy. Godling. Whatever." She stacked more boxes of condoms on the shelf.
"Okay, how about when Psyche was hosting that get together a year ago, and she made those cookies?"
She wrinkled her nose. "I don't think I heard about this. What happened?"
"What she thought was vanilla was actually a dark bottle filled with a potion Bliss had been working on and had forgotten to label. The six person luncheon turned into a six person orgy. I had to come home and erase all their memories."
Aphrodite had met some of Psyche's friends, and she considered them rather . . . stuffy. The thought of them rolling around in sexual ecstasy was enough to bring a smirk and a laugh. "You know, I'd have paid to see that."
"Not funny, Mom." Cupid sighed audibly. "You know, if it's that embarrassing, you can just leave."
"What?!" The goddess stopped in shock, ignoring the teetering tower of Titans. "What do you mean, leave? Ares --"
"I've seen Unc twice in the last couple of weeks. He's onto something else, said to say hi, even. I really don't think he's mad anymore."
"Are you sure? I didn't think he'd let go of that one for a while." Her eyes widened. "Does he know where I am?"
"No, but like I said, he's found another boyt- er, warrior toy. Some guy in Africa, fighting a civil war. Unc thinks he can help the guy win. So you're off the hook, and you really don't need to stay there if you don't want to." There were muffled voices from the other end of the line, then Cupid came back on. "Hey, Mom, I gotta go. Psyche's invited someone for lunch. I'll talk to you later."
"Right. Bye, Cupie." But he'd already hung up.
Aphrodite quietly finished unpacking her inventory, shelving things with a frown, and hanging even the sexiest of lingerie without really seeing it. Finally finished, she zapped the boxes into a broken down pile, all tied together, then sent them to the back store room.
Finding Hercules, she picked him up and stood in the window petting him for several long moments.
"Leave Fandom." She whispered to the cat. "I could leave Fandom." The question was, should she? And she really had no answer to that.
'Dite's Decadent Delights is open.
(ooc: post open! No, she's not leaving. The fact that she called Cupid is for broadcast, topic is NFB.)
Aphrodite shifted her phone against her ear as she opened another box.
"You don't get it, Cupid. It was humiliating! For a moment there was a real attraction there. Until I woke up, and by then, well, the potion had worn off."
"So, you got caught by your own power. It happens, Mom. Remember when Bliss pricked himself on one of my arrows and thought that ugly two headed puppy was just the best thing in the world?"
"Yeah, but that was forever ago, and he was a little boy. Godling. Whatever." She stacked more boxes of condoms on the shelf.
"Okay, how about when Psyche was hosting that get together a year ago, and she made those cookies?"
She wrinkled her nose. "I don't think I heard about this. What happened?"
"What she thought was vanilla was actually a dark bottle filled with a potion Bliss had been working on and had forgotten to label. The six person luncheon turned into a six person orgy. I had to come home and erase all their memories."
Aphrodite had met some of Psyche's friends, and she considered them rather . . . stuffy. The thought of them rolling around in sexual ecstasy was enough to bring a smirk and a laugh. "You know, I'd have paid to see that."
"Not funny, Mom." Cupid sighed audibly. "You know, if it's that embarrassing, you can just leave."
"What?!" The goddess stopped in shock, ignoring the teetering tower of Titans. "What do you mean, leave? Ares --"
"I've seen Unc twice in the last couple of weeks. He's onto something else, said to say hi, even. I really don't think he's mad anymore."
"Are you sure? I didn't think he'd let go of that one for a while." Her eyes widened. "Does he know where I am?"
"No, but like I said, he's found another boyt- er, warrior toy. Some guy in Africa, fighting a civil war. Unc thinks he can help the guy win. So you're off the hook, and you really don't need to stay there if you don't want to." There were muffled voices from the other end of the line, then Cupid came back on. "Hey, Mom, I gotta go. Psyche's invited someone for lunch. I'll talk to you later."
"Right. Bye, Cupie." But he'd already hung up.
Aphrodite quietly finished unpacking her inventory, shelving things with a frown, and hanging even the sexiest of lingerie without really seeing it. Finally finished, she zapped the boxes into a broken down pile, all tied together, then sent them to the back store room.
Finding Hercules, she picked him up and stood in the window petting him for several long moments.
"Leave Fandom." She whispered to the cat. "I could leave Fandom." The question was, should she? And she really had no answer to that.
'Dite's Decadent Delights is open.
(ooc: post open! No, she's not leaving. The fact that she called Cupid is for broadcast, topic is NFB.)