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[to_the_fairest1]

Eris is in the bar, because she is not on her island, in Tokyo, or in New Orleans. Yet.

Now's your perfect chance to finagle an invitation to Mardi Gras.

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[mini_matantei]

She is embraced from behind by someone.

"Not dressed up yet, are you?"

[to_the_fairest1]

She grins.

"Not as much as I was planning to, no. Any suggestions?"

[mini_matantei]

He grins and shows off his outfit with a graceful spin. If you want to know what it looks like, check David's thread cause it's pretty fricking ornate. Long story short? Tropical bird and he looks very shiny.

"You like?"

[to_the_fairest1]

Still grinning, she gives him a hug.

"Shiny. But that doesn't answer the question."

[colour_girl]

*Iris sits down near Eris, in full goddess outfit.*

Hello. Going to the party?

[to_the_fairest1]

She nods.

"Mmhm. You?"

[colour_girl]

*Iris nods back.*

Yeah. I haven't been to a Mardi Gras in ages.

*She glances over.*

Is that what you're wearing?

[to_the_fairest1]

She shakes her head.

"Nah... going to dress up. Just haven't quite decided what as, yet."

[winged_eros]

Look, it's Eros!

[to_the_fairest1]

And holy frell it's an Eris too!

She saunters over.

"Hey there, Nephew. You ready for next week?"

[winged_eros]

He shifts the weight of the big bag over his shoulder. "Getting there. But just handling this place should be tough in itself. I'll be up late making bullets the next little while."

[to_the_fairest1]

She eyeballs the bag.

"At the very least. You sure you're not going to be overwhelmed? I'd hate for you to run yourself ragged."

It's possible, perhaps, that there's the faintest hint of a smirk hovering around the room somewhere.

[last_and_first]

Hestia smiles as she quietly approaches. "Eris."

[to_the_fairest1]

Eris grins.

"Aunt."

[last_and_first]

She leans in, lightly kissing Eris' forehead. "How are you?"

[to_the_fairest1]

Less than a grin, but still a smile.

"Not bad at all. You?"

[warsgod]

*Ares is at the table now. No flashy entrance or special effects, he is just there. Smoking*

[to_the_fairest1]

Eris smirks at him.

"H'lo, brother mine."

[warsgod]

Hey there, sis.

*He takes a drag and blows shapes in the smoke*

[to_the_fairest1]

"And what mischief will you find, this fine and lovely evening?"