Brizo | Greek Mythology | Barthing

[mm_ilu]

"Hot damn."

That would be Brizo, standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, intensely satisfied look on her face. She's dressed in a brown suede vest with a furry collar, a fitted black spaghetti-strap top, khakis, and black boots. She stands -- steady. She'd be able to get her bearings anywhere. Her dark hair is cropped close to her head, and her

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[bitunlikely]

From her seat at the bar, nursing a Malibu Sunrise, Jenny looks over the soaked woman that entered. Her legs are crossed and she looks completely at ease in the playful black silk dress. A small smile tugs at her lips and she giggles a little at the words.

"Brilliant, isn't it?"

[dream_at_sea]

Eloquent goddess is eloquent, obviously.

Jenny's smile is matched with a grin, and Brizo strides on over, heels clack-click-clacking on the floor.

"Brilliant an' more, sweetie. Nice dress."

It's the sort of thing Brizo might wear on an off day.

Not that she technically has off days.

(But she makes her own.)

[bitunlikely]

The compliment gets a small eyebrow raise and even more of a smile. Her eyes roam down the goddess' body again and she nods. Definitely an outfit Jenny would approve of.

"Thanks! I'm very fond of it," she admits earnestly. Then, on to business. "First time?"

[dream_at_sea]

Being the patron goddess of sailors tends to have an influence on one's dress.

"Yeah, first time. But I've heard enough about this place from my family to raise Tartarus."