happy hour

[risen_from]

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

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[untiedtheknots]

Artemis is staring at the specials board with a look somewhere between panic and horror.

"...'Dite?"

[risen_from]

Aphrodite is the goddess of love and beauty, and as such fails to look shifty in any way.

"Artemis!" she cries cheerfully.

"How are you, sweetie?"

[untiedtheknots]

"I'm okay...

You been talking to the family?"

[risen_from]

Oh my, look at this counter. How did it get so dusty!

Aphrodite snatches a rag and begins to polish innocently.

"What gave you that impression, Artemis?" she says.

"You know I can't stand half of them on principle."

[untiedtheknots]

"Of course you can't," she sighs, pulling up a bar stool.

"Unless they've got family gossip to share."

[risen_from]

She glances up at her.

And, for a beat, only tries and fails to conceal a smile.

"--Oh, okay!" she breaks out.

"It's true, it's true. I did talk to Auntie Dem."

[untiedtheknots]

Artemis winces.

"I...am definitely going to be needing a drink."

[risen_from]

"What's your poison?" Aphrodite asks pleasantly.

"And hold up on the doom and gloom, sweetie. I may love the family gossip, but I am not about to follow some of Auntie Dem's more colorful suggestions where you're concerned."

[untiedtheknots]

"Something with whiskey?" she says hopefully.

"And it's sort of a reflex. The doom and gloom, I mean. With family. And relationships.

And yeah, I'm just gonna shut up now."

[risen_from]

"Coming up," Aphrodite says, breezing about between bottles and ingredients with the air of a mad scientist in slingback heels.

She wrinkles her nose at Artemis, fetchingly.

"Has it been that bad lately?"

[untiedtheknots]

"No, actually it's been pretty mild. I mean, he got a talk from Demeter already--"

'Dite can no doubt guess what that entailed.

"--and everybody else who knows is just...happy."

The qualifier in that statement might be obvious.

[risen_from]

"Oh, no," Aphrodite groans.

"I try and I try to tell people not to step on my domain. Only bad things can happen. Wait who else knows?"

[untiedtheknots]

"Demeter, Medusa, Mom, Epimetheus..."

She ticks them off on her fingers.

"Think that's everybody."

[risen_from]

"Eppy!"

She beams.

"Has he been coming here? I think he's mad at me ever since that stripper in Buenos Aires ..."

The word mom does not receive comment. Unlike SOME people in this family, 'Dite has a commitment to protecting romance by not scaring it away via familial overshare.

... For the most part.

[untiedtheknots]

She nods.

"Him and Prometheus both. And he's never mentioned anything about a stripper; maybe he's gotten over it?"

[risen_from]

"One hopes," Aphrodite murmurs.

She passes over a tall glass.

"Here you go, honey. Whiskey sour. Doom, gloom, and even pessimism-- I added lemon."