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WHO: Aphrodite & Poseidon
WHEN: Monday night
WHERE: A Manhattan bar
WHAT: Because sometimes these two actually get on. It's a water thing.
WARNINGS: tba?

Dressed in white, Aphrodite and her tumbling dark hair were a vision to behold in the small bar. The men - and some of the women - could barely keep their eyes off her as she sat and drank her martini in one of the comfortable leather chairs this place used to make it seem classic and comfortable.

She was enjoying the attention - just as she always did - but not much in the mood for a mortal tonight. She'd go home alone later, perhaps even Ares would be there at the apartment. If not there were plenty of Gods she could call who would happily come to her bed.

Aphrodite had not expected the feel the presence of one now though, and she lifted her eyes to the door and then smiled slowly at the figure there. She raised one hand a little, a gesture of greeting, and then tilted it towards the chair opposite her with raised eyebrows speaking her question. Join me?