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[/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=8f99fb][I][sub]The Luncheon[/sub][/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=8f99fb][sub][b]Mood:[/b] [i]Like a duck.[/i][/sub][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr][hr][right][b][sub][sub][color=8f99fb]Interactions:N/A[/color][/sub][/sub][/b][/right]

[color=lavender]Hours, that’s how long she had been sitting in her car at the back end of the Olympic Club parking lot while trying to urge herself into officially arriving. If anyone could ruffle her feathers and cause strain on the calm she normally exuded, it was her mother, Queen of the Greeks. She found that it was hard not to cave into whatever whim her mother might desire of her and the best way to stop that from happening was complete avoidance since she didn’t want to be a pawn but this was one event that couldn’t be so easily brushed aside. It was a time of year she dreaded, the knot in her stomach worsening as the event was called and the invitation received while she prayed her existence would be ignored at the function. It always made her feel like a duck, appearing calm and serene on the outside while under the surface, there was a furious paddling against churning emotions and a struggle to keep afloat or risk drowning in them. Needless to say, it made for an exhausting day and that wasn’t even half of the issue since it would also bring Ares who absolutely terrified her in more ways than one. It might not be so bad if he didn’t seem to make it his mission to bring discomfort or at least she saw it that way since he always seemed to be right there when she wished he wasn’t. 

Pasithea just hoped she could find solace being around some of the other gods and goddesses, maybe find someone that even Ares and Hera would keep away from. One can hopefully be optimistic even if it is highly doubtful. She glanced at the clock with a groan, sighing deeply as she had stalled the inevitable as long as she could. She slightly stumbled out of her car as she got her balance, already regretting her choice to wear heels as she brushed her [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/558670401048412183/971684545348911104/IMG_4727.png]outfit[/url] off of any crumbs before striding into the building before her, easily finding the private event since she was sure as the underworld not calling this a luncheon, no matter if finger sandwiches were a thing. It was practically a bunch but without the best part which was breakfast but if she could drown her nerves in champagne then that would be fine. Maybe it would add a kick to the dessert for breakfast she had consumed slowly through her wait because for now she wasn’t feeling the effects at all. 

Each step into the room was calculated and cautious, if not a bit shaken while making a beeline for the refreshments, working to find a seat as far away and to the back as possible. Pasithea knew it wouldn’t be polite to hide but she couldn’t help herself. She might seek out their hostess later, when someone else could be by her side and give her some back up or at least she thought that was what the saying was. Pasithea took a seat, taking a good gulp of her drink as she scanned the crowd of those to arrive so far. Her eyes instantly stopped upon her father, an ache to go over and make a conversation but she hadn’t done so in a long time. She had always watched from afar, that hadn’t seemed to change much but she also didn’t want to draw any negative attention to Dio. Hera had always been somewhat unpredictable and the last thing he needed was her attention because Pasithea was around. She pulled her eyes away, playing with the rim of her glass so it would lightly ring and waited for this disaster to start since there was no family even that didn’t descend into chaos.[/color][i] ‘Maybe I can make a game of it this year? Every barb, insult, fight,  or drama gets a glass and we will see if I can still stand by the end of it….on second thought, might as well count myself drunk now if I take on that challenge.’[/i],[color=lavender] she thought to herself with a giggle. [/color]