blame it on the whiskey

The Trojan Horse wasn't like any place Rebbecca had ever been. On the one hand, it was dirty and loud in a way that wasn't caused by music and dancing, not to mention that there wasn't a martini in  sight. What bothered her the most though, was why she was here. Ever since the battle, Becca hadn't been feeling much like herself. At night all she could see were the cold, dead eyes that had almost taken her life before the Hephaestus boy intervened, leaving her tired and scared. That was why, instead of heading towards club NYSA where she normally spent her nights, Becca made her way down to the newer bar. Abby had let it slip that it was frequented by the Garrison boys, and right now she needed that more than some stuffy magister or senator with a God complex.

Settling in at the bar, Becca couldn't help but realize how out of place her red dress and high heels were. Part of her wanted to leave, but the more dominant bit knew that she couldn't spend the night alone again. Something had to give, and this was the only way she knew how to put things back to right.


OUTFIT

@gage

He hadn't ever spent much time in bars. In fact, the only reason he had found himself at one this evening was because he couldn't stand another second in that misshapen atrocity of a house. Some of the younger Hades' kids were having some sort of XBox kinect dance off with a blonde girl her couldn't quite remember her name. She seemed keen on the kid, Alex, but Gage was certain nothing had come of it yet.

He sat down in the only available bar stool and ordered whatever was cheapest, shaking his head and surprised that the noisy bar was actually quieter than the house. He looked to his right as he took a drink from his beer and saw a girl who looked completely out of place, "This doesn't seem to be your scene."

The unfamiliar male voice next to her jolted Becca from her thoughts just in time for someone to bring her whatever drink she had ordered. At this point, she really didn't even care what they showed up with. "I could say the same for you." Becca observed. Sure he was more dressed for the part, but the way he held himself suggested that he didn't do this often. He was the kind of guy Abby would've picked on right off, simply because he was an easy target. "What brings you here to this little whole in the wall?"

Sipping her drink, she grimaced before setting it back down on the bar. Gods, that was nasty."I'm Rebecca by the way, daughter and Magister of Venus. You?" Maybe this guy would make a good project for the night, maybe not. Only time would tell her, and right now that just wasn't on her side.

Narrowing his eyes, Gage nodded and shrugged, "I suppose I don't come here often enough to belong." He took another gulp of some nasty, watered down beer that tasted like someone had mixed it was horse piss or something. Setting the bottle back on the bar, he turned his attention to the girl. She was certainly beautiful, "I am Gage. I guess I'm the son of Hades. Which explains why I can see when and how people are going to die." Another sip of his beer and it was gone. Thank gods for that.

Great. Another one of them. The last time she had messed with one of the God of the underworld's children it had ended her world as she knew it. If she was smart, she would just walk away and forget the guy had ever spoken to her. Still, the guy was hot and seemed to meet the basic description of what she was looking for. "Really? That's an interesting power. Does it ever like, bother you to know stuff like that?" She asked curiously, actually interested in what he had to say. Her nasty drink was forgotten for the moment, though Becca didn't quite mind.