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Characters: Poseidon and Amphitrite
Date/Time: Friday night
Location: A bar
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Poseidon being Poseidon and Amph being herself, likely language
Summary: Date night for these kids after Wednesday's fiasco

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She held no sympathy for him, and he'd never expect that of her. If she did he'd laugh. Yet, just as she went on her jealous tirade could she have expected any less of him? It would always be a hurricane between the two of them.

His upper lip twitched as she approached, keeping those glasses firmly in place even if it was evening.

"I said blue," was his huffy reply, disregarding the fact she was still a knockout. He wasn't going to hang his head and lick his wounds like some kicked dog, but he was angry that she'd taunt him. Pointing her invisible finger, wagging it over him because he'd stepped boundaries he'd never had in the first place. As he'd told her on their last meeting, they weren't married, but it didn't mean he'd ever lose that possessiveness he had over her.

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"Come to gloat?" he spoke with a sneer, being sure to take in her appearance again and how she'd refused him the blue dress. "Purple, really?" he snorted. He closed a hand around his glass downing it's contents without lifting the dark glasses from his face.

He wasn't at all amused with her.

Turning in his seat he faced her and that victorious look on her face. He wouldn't ever be gentle or considerate, just as he could never expect her to be the wife he'd used before for his own selfish gain.

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His jaw tensed, taking those shades off and slapping them against the counter. He looked horrible, but at least his face was still intact and put together. He carried himself strongly despite it, he wasn't about to act defeated. Defeat, Poseidon didn't take kindly to.

"I'm not here to sulk, sweetheart, but if you'd like a fuck I'd be ever so inclined." Grin as he took another swig of his newly filled glass.

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He didn't even wince when that glass rubbed up under that already strong nose with or without the added break and black eyes. He'd maintain that the kid got in a lucky shot even if as it stood Poseidon was older, while fit, wasn't some young beefcake anymore.

"I thought you'd like that one," he said with a laugh knowing full well she'd shoot him down.

"I forget you like the nice guys," there was annoyed tone to his voice.

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"What do you think?" he said in a deep husky undertone. Of course he was giving her a flat out macho, sarcastic answer. If that's the way she wanted to play, then hey, she had every right. It didn't mean he had to sit by and watch happily.

What was it she was even fishing for if not just to make his head spin? He damn near wanted to chew the glass in hand with his teeth. He supposed they were even now on the pissed off front, though Amphitrite could keep her feathers ruffled for some time. He was tempted to run out and bang the little red-headed wench again just to piss Amphitrite off that much more.