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[color=008080][b]LOCATION[/b][/color] || The Olympic Club
[color=008080][b]INTERACTION[/b][/color] || Sekhmet [sub][@Aewin][/sub]
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Thor tried his best to not let the injuries he was currently experiencing thanks to a miscalculation earlier in the morning (way early) with one of those thugs. The wound was mostly healed, of course, but it still hurt to move too much. It's why he chose to isolate himself (for the most part) away from the other deities. It wasn't that he disliked any of them. There were definitely a few he had positive encounters with. Some were fun to be around, others only made him regret coming to the country club. He was just grateful that he didn't see his father anywhere. It wasn't that he would run away or find the closest exist if Odin [i]was[/i] here, but it would make him feel even more uncomfortable and full of regrets than he already was going through at the moment.

In truth, he was here out of necessity and even he wouldn't try and bring down the wrath of the Queen of the Greek Pantheon. For all intents, Thor was respectful (or maybe it was just that he had heard the stories of her wrath and refused to let that happen to him). 

As he found a comfortable position in the chair he had chosen to sit, which had given him a view of most of everyone that was enjoying the gathering, he just kept as still as he could. His right shoulder was loosely pressed against the cushion of the chair. Soreness and tenderness were on high alert and the painkillers weren't doing the job they were supposed to. Then again, Thor should have figured that. They were expired. One of these days he would need to get a new one...if he could. Maybe some drug dealer could get him a discount if the Crusader asked him [i]politely[/i].

The thought of that made Thor chuckle and the vibration of it made his shoulder sear with an uncomfortable pain. He grimaced, closing his eyes and when they opened, he saw a familiar face make her way to him. 

[color=008080]"Is that--"[/color] Thor blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things, but his eyes weren't deceiving him. No lack of sleep or throbbing pain in his shoulder could deceive him. 

As she made his way over to him, Thor was suddenly feeling better. The pain was still there, but the memories of the times that he and Sekhmet spent together (albeit a long time ago) brought a smile to his face that soon settled into a smaller version of itself, almost a half-smirk. Or maybe the smirk was because of how good she looked in that blue dress. She always did know how to make an entrance. 

He noticed two things (aside from the Egyptian Goddess rocking the dress she wore): the plate of tiny ass sandwiches and a glass of champagne. Exactly what Thor needed. Alcohol to help numb the discomfort. 

Shrugging his non-injured shoulder, Thor accepted the offer of the so-called [i]snack[/i]. [color=008080]"Snack, huh?"[/color] He reached for one of the sandwiches that was barely able to fit between his large fingers. [color=008080]"I guess this counts on a technical level. Although, you look more like a smack in comparison."[/color] Thor just couldn't help himself. He kept a casual gaze on her as he ate one of the mini-wiches.
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