happy hour
Tonight, the goddess Aphrodite is playing the part of your friendly neighborhood bartender, and has dressed accordingly in jeans and a deep green t-shirt with a deep v-neck. Her hair (tonight, golden) is swept up into a messy but very fetching ponytail, a few tendrils fallen loose and framing her face.
She heard it's in vogue now to post a specials board of ironically appropriate beverages, and so tonight it says, in elegant and looping script:
Tonight's Specials
Sex Appeal
Foreplay
Arise My Love
Tattooed Love Goddess
Minors
Don't worry, sugar, I can make anything a virgin.
(P.S. Paul Avery gets a free drink.)
Aphrodite leans forward, elbows on the counter, and examines the crowd with a thrill of anticipation.
She loves meeting people.
[ooc: Aphrodite is here! (I know I have a billion slowtimes, I have not forgotten about you!) EVERYONE SHOULD THREADHOP.
eta: CLOSED TO NEW THREADS. I LOVE YOU ALL. ANNNND SLEEPING.]
She heard it's in vogue now to post a specials board of ironically appropriate beverages, and so tonight it says, in elegant and looping script:
Tonight's Specials
Sex Appeal
Foreplay
Arise My Love
Tattooed Love Goddess
Minors
Don't worry, sugar, I can make anything a virgin.
(P.S. Paul Avery gets a free drink.)
Aphrodite leans forward, elbows on the counter, and examines the crowd with a thrill of anticipation.
She loves meeting people.
[ooc: Aphrodite is here! (I know I have a billion slowtimes, I have not forgotten about you!) EVERYONE SHOULD THREADHOP.
eta: CLOSED TO NEW THREADS. I LOVE YOU ALL. ANNNND SLEEPING.]