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𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=#7845b8]Hera[/color][@smarty0114] | [color=#ed1c24]Ares[/color][@Legion02]
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Melissa [NPC] [/sub][/right][/color][hr]
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Waking up in the early hours of the morning with someone new was steadily becoming a new routine for the Aztec. It hadn't ever really been the same since her time in Madrid, tangled up in cotton sheets with War incarnate. But it did enough to quench the lust and loneliness buried deep into her bones. [i]For now[/i] at least.

Her boudoir visitors had only grown more frequent this past month when one of her girls mentioned that she was to cater and escort a one Mr. Alexander Marvos around the city. A mortal name Tlazōlteōtl would and could never forget. She made sure all her employees knew it well and to report to her if ever they come across it. Melissa did well with her part, though there was a seething anger that boiled beneath her skin at the fact that [i]he[/i] was going to be there for the Festival and didn't even consider contacting her as his personal guide. 

[center][i]The fucking nerve.[/i][/center]

So, a plan had hatched in those early moments of finding out. Consulting with those closest to her about what it would take to make him as jealous as possible. For him to realize he fucked up big time and in the process it got her mind off of him. [i]Again.[/i] Until it drifted to him once more. A rinse and repeat that continued on a loop for the last thirty years or so.

It didn't take her long to [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8f/9a/0f/8f9a0fe2612d0df86cb699e8292a710a.jpg][color=#00CC99]dress[/color][/url] and prepare for the day, she still had businesses to run and the Festival starting today didn't halt that in the slightest. Her regular patrons understood that the club wasn't going to be operating at their usual capacity and therefore didn't fret at the small, minor changes to scenery. One of her more seasoned girls always took up the mantle of running the place to Tlazōlteōtl's standards; [color=#00CC99][i][sub]'She better, else she would face consequences otherwise.'[/sub][/i][/color] And Illicit? They could afford to be closed for "remodeling" for a few days at least. 

Everything was coming to a head as the latest bed warmer; some mortal that struck up a very boring and one sided conversation at the Jaguar the night before, had long since been kicked out of her abode and after she had double checked that things were in place and ready to go at the Jaguar. A subtle breeze picked up as she made her way to her [url=https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.hdcarwallpapers.com%2Fwalls%2Faudi_r8_spyder_v10_2019_4k-HD.jpg&f=1&nofb=1][color=#00CC99]car[/color][/url], top down to enjoy the good weather before it turned sour. It always did when the pantheons came together under one roof and Hera was the host. The Aztec had nothing personal against the Queen herself, it was by word of mouth she obtained all the dirty little secrets of Hera that made bile rise in her throat, that placed that nasty opinion of her there. In no time at all she was pulling into the parking lot of the lavish country club. If there's one thing about Hera it's that she knows where to host 'em.

Valet took the car for her and before she could make her way inside she was pulled off of the sidewalk and onto a side path, just off the main entrance. [color=#00CC99]"[i]Excuse you-[/i]! Oh, Melissa it's you,"[/color] The quick burst of indignation quickly fizzled and gave way to recognition and then curiosity at seeing the mortal woman. It meant one thing. Ares was here already. [i]Perfect.[/i] [color=#00CC99]"What's the matter?"[/color] All of her previous thoughts were thrown out the window as she looked over the woman once more. She seemed to be shaking, nervous almost. A seasoned veteran, used to working with some of the more difficult clients because she [i]wanted[/i] too and here she is acting like a scared child about to be reprimanded.

Closing the distance to her, Tlazōlteōtl placed an arm around her, trying to calm her down from her anxious state. [color=white]"Ms. Lalli, I-I have some news and I don't t-think you're going to be pleased with it."[/color] A million things were rushing through her head. [i]Had Ares gone off the handle and mistreated her? Asked something so debased of her? Of himself? Did she know of his divine hood? Of her own?[/i] What exactly could have her acting in such a way? Instead of voicing her confusion, she just nodded for the girl to continue. [color=white]"He's seeing someone. Or rather, he has someone he's off to visit after his business is finished here in Seattle. He said he was going to see them in DC and that he uh, [i]he uh...[/i]"[/color]

At this point Tlazōlteōtl had tuned out her stuttering. [color=#00CC99][i][sub]'Seeing someone... meeting up with them after the Festival...'[/sub][/i] "[b]It's fucking Madrid all over again[/b]!"[/color] The wrath broke through her internal spiraling and it startled the poor woman beside her. Taking in a deep breath, she ran her manicured nails through her curls, scratching lightly at her scalp to soothe the tension away, if only for a moment. [color=#00CC99]"Is there anything else to inform me of?"[/color]

[color=white]"Uh, umm, well. Yes ma'am. He told them he 'loved them',"[/color] another primal snarl fell from the Aztec of Lust and Melissa had to cover her ears from the close proximity. Without another word Tlaz was storming up to the entrance and throwing the doors open with a fury unlike those present would have ever seen - in recent years at least. She thought to make a scene. Find her [i]darling War[/i] and lay into him. It would only be fair. She is owed her dues and an explanation. Though finding him would pose difficult as he enjoys hiding from her year after year. Stalking into the main parlor she took a deep breath and blew it through her nose positive that smoke billowed from them. Hera had recently concluded her speech and everyone milled about, chatting or otherwise. Topaz eyes scanned the throng of guests, mortal and immortal alike, searching for the target of her rage, snatching a drink in the process. 

Tlazōlteōtl was on a war path of her own and gods help Ares when she found him.
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