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𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=#00CC99]Tlaz[/color][@KZOMBI3] | [color=#7845b8]Hera[/color][@smarty0114] 
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=9E1B31]Phobos[/color][@Danvers] [/sub][/right][/color][hr]

[color=silver]Sweat clung to her brow, her fingers flexing and uncurling as her breaths came out in short huffs. Her back arching as she leaned, her fingers grabbing hold of the water bottle on the floor next to the bench she decided to occupy after the rigorous workout she had put herself through. She slowly undid the cap, taking a swig while lightly dabbing her face with the towel around her neck and getting herself lost in thought, music drumming in her ears to block out the other members who slowly flooded into the gym. Nightmares had decided to plague her early that morning, light barely touching the sky when she had jolted up in bed, all alone while reaching for a comfort that wasn’t there. Sure, she could have a good time and not wake up alone but it wasn’t truly satisfying, only a temporary distraction. Mortals were good for a fling here and there but when you know there isn’t a future to share, it eventually puts a damper and a hold on anything that could be built other than easy friendship. It wasn’t fair to them with their short lives if she didn’t let them go, even though some were harder to give up than others. Hathor had sat in bed silently, haunted by a past that never seemed to truly leave her even when she had thought she had moved on. However, nothing comes from wallowing in pity so she had gotten up, put on some gym clothes, and gone to vent out her frustrations and give herself a better distraction. She could only hope that would help keep a rein on her emotions later while dealing with the gods and goddess for Hera’s little ‘luncheon’. If she hadn’t woken up so early, she would have absolutely disagreed with the naming but at this point, it might have been more accurate than she liked. Perhaps Hera was an early riser as well which is where the confusion arose. 

She didn’t have time to ponder further on the matter though, her music suddenly cutting off to draw her attention to the ringing of her phone. Glancing at the band on her arm caused a soft smile to pull on the corner of her lips as she noticed the name and quickly clicked her headset, [color=DC143C]”Kristy, to what do I ow….”[/color], Hathor started to speak playfully and ready to tease when she was cut off. Her smile quickly fell as she listened to the woman on the other end, her eyes sharpening as something fierce, dangerous, and unpredictable instantly bubbled beneath the surface and her fingers tightened enough to cause punctures to the skin of her palms, not even feeling the pain as blood dripped to the floor. [color=DC143C]”Listen to me very carefully…first, can you tell me where you are?”[/color], she asked in a deathly calm tone, nodding along with the answer even though the other woman couldn’t see it. She was already grabbing her things as she spoke, not letting anymore time pass to get on the roll. [color=DC143C]”Good, that’s good. Is there a hand towel rack near the door?”[/color], only pausing for a moment to allow Kristy to answer and taking a second to slam the door open while heading for her car. [color=DC143C]”Okay, are there any towels?”[/color], Hathor questioned while tossing everything into the backseat and gracefully sliding into the driver seat a moment later. [color=DC143C]”Alright, here is what I want you to do since he could have a key. I want you to wrap the towel around the door handle and tie it to the towel rack. You hold onto it tight just in case. I’m coming, you hear me? I will be there soon, just hang on.”[/color]

Hathor barely heard the beep of the phone hanging up before she was frantically hitting dial on a different number while flying down the road, not giving two fucks if there were cops or anyone else around to try and stop her. She could deal with those consequences later should they arise. Right now, she needed assistance, someone Kristy would know and trust. Normally, she would reach out to Tlaz but with today being today, she didn’t want to add anything more to the goddess plate. It wasn’t exactly a secret that a certain God of War was already causing chaos again by hiring one of their girls. Couldn’t even wait a day before making life difficult and leaving her with the aftermath, trying to pick up the pieces of her friend's broken heart. A flood of relief hit her as the line picked up, not going to voicemail like she feared it might since he could have easily already been at the luncheon. [color=DC143C]”Phobos, I’m sending you an address. I need you to meet me there as fast as possible! Kristy is in trouble!”[/color] 
A voice raspy with sleep answered after a moment's silence. [color=9E1B31]"I'll be there in 10."[/color] There were no further questions or complaints about having to haul his greek ass halfway across town. And before Hathor could offer any response, the phone clicked off. [/color]

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[color=silver]Another distinct [i]thud[/i] of a body dropping to the floor could be heard, calm footfalls following shortly behind, moving with purpose as if a predator stalking for its prey. She stepped over the mess she was leaving in her wake as she moved through the entry and hallways of the modern home with no remorse currently for her actions and barely registering that they were somewhat innocent in this matter, just doing their jobs. They weren’t dead though they would be in extreme pain once they awoke and maybe a few might need some medical attention. Her rational thought was drifting further away, control snapping slowly since the moment she had been denied entrance upon her first warning and every obstacle just stacking up against her, fueling that deliciously pleasurable need for blood and destruction which was always slumbering just below the surface, waiting to be awoken and unleashed. The only flicker keeping her somewhat together to not paint the walls red and completely fall to her deeper impulses was that lasting thought that someone needed her to be calm, to stay somewhat in control so that she could be the best side of her, the nurturing and comforting one that assisted those weaker than herself.

Hathor felt herself being roughly slammed in the wall, a growl pulling from her throat as she felt a split second of disorientation before being greeted with a solid punch to the face. A hand reached out, giving her no time to block or dodge before pinning her up by her throat so her feet had no hold on the ground. A smirk appeared on the lackey’s face as he watched in amusement at her fingers clawing at his hand to try and get him to release her. He felt victorious…he thought she was going to cave. Oh how wrong he was because she was going to wipe that smirk right off his face. She spat her own blood at the one engaging her, grabbing their own arm for leverage instead of the digging her nails had been doing and she kicked the man square in the chest with both of her feet, sending them both tumbling to the floor. She gave a rugged cough, trying to get air back into her lungs but not wanting to miss the opportunity to gain the upper hand so she pushed off the wall to tackle the man who was still trying to get up. It was truly his own fault for turning his back to her, a miscalculation or fault for underestimating her. Hathor quickly wrapped her arm around his neck, locking her grip in place as she leaned backwards to apply more force, her legs pressing to the back of the knee in an awkward way so it would buckle. He threw himself backwards, throwing her into the wall with enough force for pictures to fall and shatter glass along the floor around them. She grunted at the force but didn’t let up until he seemed to be close to collapsing, finally letting go so he could stumble forward with a hoarse cry of pain at his hands landing in the glass. 

Hathor felt a twisted sadistic smile pull on her lips, slipping a bit further into bloodlust as she yanked his arm roughly backwards close to the breaking point, leaning him closer to the glass as a wince of fear slipped from his lips. [color=DC143C]”Who’s smiling now? Hm?”[/color], she practically purred in a whisper against his ear, thoughts drifting for a single moment on how easy it would be to permanently punish this one for laying his hands on her…all it would take is a little shove, no…she had to focus, someone needed her protection. [color=DC143C]”Now, you are going to be useful and tell me what I want to know or…well, I’m sure you can use that imagination of yours. Where is your employer? And it would do you well not to lie to me.”[/color], she hissed as if spitting venom. The sheer panic from the man trapped at her whim was enough to bring a thrill of joyous fluttering to her heart before it was instantly squashed, that nagging feeling tugging at her…something wasn’t right but she couldn’t pin it, guilt perhaps…maybe shame, though that truffle emotion hardly seem necessary. The man’s shaky voice brought her attention sharply back on him and pushed aside the voice that was ruining her fun, [/color]“Y-You won’t b-be able t-to get to him!”
[color=DC143C]”We’ll see. The woman….no, Kristy, where is she?”[/color][color=silver], she asked, some of her senses coming back a bit more as she was forced to talk and think precisely on why she was here. She would regret parts of her actions and worry over the slip up later, knowing fully well she wasn’t out of the thick of it yet as she didn’t have too many good reasons to fully hold back. [/color]“I d-don’t know…” [color=silver]he panted, suddenly frantically adding to his statement as he felt more pressure applied on the already painful hold to his arm, [/color]“I swear! P-Please! M-Maybe with h-him. H-He l-likes to take them to the basement. That’s all I know!”
[color=DC143C]”Hm, how do I get to the basement?”[/color][color=silver], she questioned, lessening the pressure once more to a painful but tolerable level as a reward.[/color] “There is a code for the door. I d-don’t know it b-but maybe it’s in the security office?! The b-basement is t-the opposite way. T-The door is d-down the stairs c-close to the kitchen.”
[color=DC143C]“And the security office?”[/color]
“C-Continue down t-that way, you’ll find the second f-floor stairs. D-Down the hall, around the corner and t-third door on the r-right. T-They will know y-you are coming.” [color=silver]He said, trying to scare her a little, make her hesitate but even he knew that was a hopeless wish when she spoke up once more.  
[color=DC143C]”Good.”[/color] Hathor tossed him to the side, letting him avoid the glass but still delivered a harsh kick to knock the guard unconscious before proceeding.

Up until this point, she had been obviously dealing with more of the main staff of guards than the professional security team since while she was dealing with yet another problematic obstruction to get through, the cool feeling of a barrel was felt on her temple. The security from upstairs finally deciding to join in to help their incompetent allies, feeling she was actually a worthy risk at this point. This caused her to pause, her glare still burrowing into the bloodied man in front of her as she stood still, punch held in mid air at the sobbing mess of a man caught in her grasp. She was in a bad position to move and if she didn’t want to take a bullet, Hathor needed to think of something fast. She was fine with taking damage, continuing on her merry way until she collapsed, already looking a little roughed up but a bullet to her head was a slightly different story. It wouldn’t be long before back up arrived and if they were armed then that would be troubling. 

[color=9E1B31]"Damn Hath..."[/color] The voice of one God of Fear suddenly broke through the tension, carrying with it what could've been a mix of genuine approval and surprise. His footsteps had been gentle against the wooden floorboards but now, stopping midway down the hallway, he raised one to nudge the body of a half slumped guard beside him, checking that he was actually knocked out. At least she'd done a thorough job. A smirk dared to tug at the edge of his lips but he pushed it down, his features instead forming a mask of calm composure. 

Running a hand through his still bed tousled hair, the young god carefully threaded through the war path, avoiding the pieces of splintered wood and glass. He moved as someone who was used to such scenes of chaos. [color=9E1B31]"Why don't you just put the gun down?"[/color], Phobos spoke softly as he approached, holding up his own hands in front of himself and taking one...two steps closer towards them. [color=9E1B31]"Toss it on the floor and walk away."[/color] He nodded to the ground in front of him, his sharp blue eyes taking in the vengeful Egyptian goddess before snapping back to the guard. Even the dullest of deities would recognise that in this moment, she was not her usual self. It triggered a small spark of curiosity within him but he pushed that aside. Phobos did not really see how that was his business to know or understand. And she had never designed to reveal that side of herself to him anyway. 

The gun slid along her forehead to the other side of her temple as they both turned to the voice, a sense of relief flooding her and relaxing her tense muscles at the sight of the God of Fear. It should have probably been terrifying, especially in this moment while she was practically close to losing the last thread of control, one of her greatest fears but instead, all she could do was feel grateful. Obviously, it wasn’t a thrilling prospect that he was getting to see her in a whole new light, one she didn’t like those close to her to see but at least disgust or horror wasn’t gracing his features. Hathor watched silently as he tried to talk the guard down, her gaze subtly shifting to the one threatening her. [/color]“Stay back!” [color=silver]the guard demanded, not liking the fact that there was now someone else to worry about and the gun shaking lightly against her skin. She tilted her head, waiting to see what the guard would do, a piece of her hoping that the guard would simply comply but that was tossed out the window when he pulled another weapon from his hulster, now pointing one at each of them. Hathor’s eyes darkened, her gaze getting unfocused but fierce as her mind was racing through all the ways to maim the one before her. Threatening her was one thing but to threaten those she cared about, that was just tipping the scales and asking for her wrath. This one deserves no mercy and she was shaking, struggling to hold herself back from making fantasy reality.

Phobos let out a small sigh, a hand reaching up to idly scratch the side of his nose. [color=9E1B31]" Guess that's what I get for trying to be nice..."[/color] He murmured more to himself than anything, a look of disappointment flashing across his face. [color=9E1B31]"Let's have a look then."[/color] He uttered gently as he dared to edge a few inches closer to the guard, seemingly unconcerned by the barrel now pointed directly at him. The fear radiated off the mortal like a wave of heat, rolling across the sun-kissed skin of the god who now basked in the raw emotion. Phobos suspected that his presence had made the guard more nervous but it was Hathor who had pulled out this exquisite feeling of panic. [color=9E1B31]"Oh yep, that's a classic."[/color] He offered the man a small, almost pitying smile, before his world came crashing down. Fear embraced the mortal, wrapping its icy tendrils tightly around his fragile heart.

The shaking stopped, the mortal seeming almost stunned in one spot like a deer in headlight but only for a moment before the real shaking began. He dropped one of the guns to the ground in sheer blind panic while taking a few steps away, the gun switching who it was pointed at. Hathor didn’t waste a moment to drop the man still in her grip so she could grab hold of the other mortal's wrist while stepping to the side, protecting herself from the line of fire as shots went off. Usually she would have just moved to flip them to the ground and work on disarming without the need for harm but instead she started to repeatedly pound the man’s wrist against the banister of the stairs, waiting for that loud crack even when he had been forced to let go of the gun long before that point. The man slid to the ground, hugging his wrist to his chest as he cried in fear and pain. She really would have liked to continue but someone else deserved punishment far more than this mortal. She made quick work of knocking the guard, slowly turning to pick up both guns before locking her eyes onto her companion. It took a moment for his name to click, a warm smile tugging on her lips even if it didn’t match her state of appearance. [color=DC143C]”Hello Phobos, glad you could join me.”[/color], she purred, holding out one of the guns for him to take, knowing full well neither of them needed it but it would help to have fire against fire. 

[color=9E1B31]"My pleasure."[/color] He replied softly as he took the gun from her. For an escort service, they really had gotten themselves into a fair bit of trouble. Though with a boss like Tlaz, he wasn't all too surprised. It wasn't exactly the first time he'd had to get his hands dirty on behalf of one of her bustling enterprises. [color=9E1B31]"So who's the asshole?"[/color] Phobos nodded his head in the direction of the closed door ahead of them, hands deftly unclipping the magazine, checking how many bullets were inside - there were two, and clicking it back into place. Having finished, his eyes scanned over the lithe form of the goddess in front of him, looking for any signs of injuries. There were a couple of scrapes and scratches here and there but nothing to call home about. Not that anything more serious would be likely to stop her anyway. And as his gaze roamed back to settle on her face, he realised that it might've been misconstrued as checking out instead of checking over, and he couldn't help but shoot her a playful smile before turning his attention back to the problem at hand.

[color=DC143C]”If his file is to be believed, some fat cat lawyer who, on paper, seems on the up and up but clearly, that isn’t the case. Believe me, I will be finding out who their source was for our fine establishment.”[/color], she replied while looking into her own weapon before continuing, [color=DC143C]”Make sure they understand the company they keep and to be more discreet with our information in the future if they don’t want a visit as well.”[/color] Her attention drew back to Phobos to see if he was ready to proceed, only to find those gorgeous blue eyes scanning over her form and feeling a sense of pride swell at the fact he wouldn’t find much wrong with her if he was worried for injury and if he was looking for other reasons, well, just another to be confident. It wasn’t like he didn’t work at JJ so there was more than a chance he had seen her on stage with a lot less than her current ripped and ragged gym clothes. 

[color=DC143C]”Let’s divide and conquer, I’ll head for the basement while you head for security. It’s upstairs, the third door on the right once you round the corner. Once you have the code for the basement, give me a ring and I’ll meet you down there. Be ready to get Kristy out of here and to a hospital. I’ll handle the asshole and clean up here. Jason owes me one and I would rather not deal with cops today.”[/color], Hathor stated, focused and ready to get down to business. She took a few steps in the opposite direction, heading for the kitchen area but paused, [color=DC143C]”Thank you…”[/color], she said softly, not stating more on why she was thanking him though the reason could be taken many ways. For example, just showing up at all, saving her from what would have been a sticky situation, bringing her mind back just a little bit, not being horrified by a part of herself that she hated, helping Kristy after all this…really the list could go on but she didn’t have the time to convey it so the simple phrase would have to do and with that she headed for her destination. 

[color=9E1B31]"No need to thank me Hath."[/color] Was the gods nonchalant reply before he turned away. It wasn't that he was trying to dismiss her gratitude but more that he wasn't used to receiving thanks and knew not what to do with it. He did things just because he felt like it and he was pretty happy with that. As Hathor walked away he paused at the bottom of the stairwell, listening for any sounds before slowly making his way up to the next floor. It wasnt until he paused on the second to last step that Phobos could hear the sounds of muffled conversation. It was coming from what Hathor had identified as the security room, the door of which had been left ajar, likely when the majority of them had scattered to investigate the source of the chaos. 

Stifling a yawn, for he was still feeling kind of sleepy, the god stretched his arms above his head as he pondered on what to do. Listening more closely, he made out only one voice, the other coming from a phone or walkie-talkie or something. As he neared the security room it became clear that the guards back was turned to him, attention focused on a series of screens plastered on the back wall. Shrugging, Phobos aimed for the back of the guards knee, placing an easy bullet into the soft flesh. Watching as the man fell to the floor in gasps of barely contained his pain, he heard an almost (for the guard was making an annoying amount of noise) imperceptible creak of aged floorboards. Turning his head, he had no time to react before he found the butt of a gun slammed into his face, droplets of warm blood instantly falling from the cut that had formed on his cheek.

[color=9E1B31]"Really?"[/color] He muttered as he wiped some of the blood away with the back of his hand, irked at the fact he'd been caught off guard. Pulling at the strings of the man's unease, he strode towards him as a wash of fear overcame the man. Grabbing the back of his head tightly, he slammed the guard into the wall, the sound of broken facial bones crisp and a clear confirmation that he was no longer in the land of consciousness. It only took him a couple of minutes of rifling around the room to find the code and pulling his phone from his pocket, he quickly dialled Hathor’s number. [color=9E1B31]"Codes 4559. Meet you down there...and watch your back."[/color] The greek added the last part as an afterthought before strolling out of the room.

[color=DC143C]”I will. See you soon.”[/color], Hath answered, letting him hang up the phone as she input the code. The thunk of the unlocking door could be heard as the metal door creaked open, allowing her to slip inside. She started down the stairs slowly and cautiously so as to not make a sound, that is until she heard a woman’s wail of pain causing her to fly down at a swift pace. The sight of the small blonde woman curled in a fetal position to protect herself from another oncoming kick was Hathor’s last straw, not even giving the man time to react or blink to the noise she had made coming down. She aimed for the leg that was currently the most offensive to her sight, hitting him square in the calf and watching the blood splatter to the floor while the stunned man cried out, limping backwards to try and grab hold of something to keep himself up before glaring in her direction.[/color] “YOU CRAZY BITCH! FUCK!” [color=silver]he cursed, holding his leg and eyeing his own gun on the end table. [/color][color=DC143C]”I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Mr. Callaway. I’ve got four more bullets in this gun and as you can see, quite the aim. Maybe my next shot goes higher. Now…”[/color] [color=silver]she stated in an eerily calm tone that hinted to the dangerous venom beneath, letting the words hang in the air for a moment. On gliding steps, she moved through the room and grabbed a decorative wooden chair sitting at the corner before sliding it along the ground behind her as she stepped closer and closer to her next victim. She presented the chair before him, glaring harshly as gesturing towards the chair, [color=DC143C]”Have a seat.”[/color], she demanded, watching the defiant look burning in his eyes but ultimately calculating the situation and having a seat.

[color=DC143C]”Move and I promise that you will be sorry.”[/color], giving the only warning she was going to as she was using every once of her control and patience not to just let herself physically rip this man to shreds. Hathor moved to the woman still curled in a ball, tears pouring down her once beautiful freckled face that looked close to unrecognizable with the massive swelling facial features, the break in her nose, an eye which was blackened and unable to open, and topping it all off with a split lip. Hathor had no doubt her body was probably worse off, no doubt there would be some broken ribs and who knew what else could be wrong. Kristy flinched at her light touch, still in shock and not registering she was no longer being attacked until that very moment. The only eye that could open looked at her, terrified but joyful relief finally appearing as well as she desperately crawled to be in Hathor’s arms. [/color]“J-Jas-mine…”
[color=DC143C]”Shhhhh, don’t try to speak. I’m here. It’s okay, he can’t hurt you anymore. Caleb is going to take you away from here. It’s going to be alright.”[/color][color=silver], she cooed softly in a warm motherly tone, holding the poor girl as if she was made of glass but giving her as much comfort as possible. She started petting her hair gently before letting the tingling flood of her powers work their magic as she took on the woman’s physical pain. The onslaught of pain made her want to vomit, to cry out loudly, to curl into herself and not move for days so she could lick her wounds but she did not of these things, only allowing tears to spill from her eyes. 

Hathor pushed the feelings of pain aside, her eyes glazing over a bit so when she heard the chair behind her squeak slightly and she swiftly turned, firing another shot that caused another scream of pain but also a cry of surprise from the girl in her arms, though she buried closer into her savior’s arms instead of moving away. [color=DC143C]”Did I not warn you Mister Callaway, the consequences of moving? Be thankful that we still need to have a discussion or it would not have been your hand I went for.”[/color], she said, her eyes sharply on his and holding back none of the righteous fury she felt while he now stared back at in complete terror as he clutched his hand to his chest, one that now had a nice hole through the middle.

Whilst the man lamented the loss of several centimetres of flesh, Phobos followed the sounds of pain to the basement floor. The scene in front of him would've been horrific if he hadn't spent millenia fighting in an endless series of wars and battles. As it was, he simply looked on at the whimpering man in front of him, holding back the desire to shoot him in the other hand. It was at least good to know that Hathor would take [i]proper[/i] care of him though it would've been satisfying to partake himself. This was always the fun bit. But she had asked him to look after Kristy, so instead he approached the pair, unable to miss the injuries that covered the mortal from head to toe. Crouching down in front of them, he glanced over at Hathor, eyes following the path of tears that rolled down her cheeks. [color=9E1B31]"Can I?"[/color] He asked before taking Kristy gently into his arms. Her body was as light as a feather and he could feel the trembles of fear that still coursed through her, though she did not make any sounds of pain as he stood. As he carried the girl he offered her a small smile, one that was surprisingly genuine for a god who knew little more than blood and pain. [color=9E1B31]"We'll get you sorted out in no time, okay?"[/color] Seeing that she wasn't too distressed by being in his charge, he glanced back over at Hathor, [color=9E1B31]"I wouldn't keep him alive personally."[/color] He said matter of factly as if they were simply discussing what to eat for breakfast or which movie to watch. She stood slowly from the floor, rolling her shoulders lazily and keeping her eyes locked on her prey now that there was nothing to hold her back, [color=DC143C]”We will see if I have enough mercy to grant that wish once I’m done.”[/color] [/color]

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[color=silver]The goddess of many names found herself standing before the Olympic Club, fashionably late and debating if she should just turn around right now, skip the show for just one year. It wasn’t such an unreasonable thought, given the catastrophe she had done this morning while also still carrying the weight of someone else’s pain while physically fine. She knew she wouldn’t though, Tlaz needed some support after all and she wasn’t letting her best friend brave an emotional battlefield alone. At least she had the sense to go home after the clean up crew had arrived to take care of the mess from her destructive rage that had been unleashed. She figured that the Greek queen would probably forgive her tardiness in this case, after all, if she had wanted to show up on time…she would have been in gym clothes and decorated in the blood of her enemies which didn’t seem quite appropriate for the occasion. Thankfully, for all those inside the clubhouse, Hathor’s control was locked back into place, her emotional state shaky at best and her physical one in agony but at least the guilty party had taken the brunt of her destructive tendencies and those somewhat innocent in the matter had only taken a beating instead of waking to the line of judgement. 

She had threw on one of her favorite [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/558670401048412183/737829377236271114/image0.jpg]outfits[/url], hoping it would make her feel irresistible and confident, neither of which she felt emotionally at the moment but it was a start at trying to make her feel better. A full tray of booze was rather tempting and would be a good start to numbing both problems that plagued her. Perhaps she could even coax Dio into a contest of some kind…no, that was probably a bad idea, she would just end up drinking him under the table again [s]even with his claim to fame that he was the winner every time which was laughable[/s] and it make cause unwanted trouble. Hathor took a deep breath, trying to drown the fear that she would trigger again with everyone else here and telling herself she could handle anything that came her way when she heard someone on the steps behind her causing her to tense, turning to politely greet the arrival but found herself relaxing a tad bit and even able to pull a smile through the pain. [color=DC143C]”Phobos…”[/color]

As he approached the Egyptian goddess, Phobos returned her smile with a small knowing one of his own. [color=9E1B31]"She's okay."[/color] He reassured, speaking of course of Kristy, who had looked…well like shit, when Hathor had last seen her. The switch in both her demeanour and dress had drawn his attention, the calm facade a stark contrast with the fierce rage that had encompassed her not too long ago. The goddess definitely wasn't boring. Personally, he'd not had the time to go home but he always kept a change of clothes in the trunk of his car, so his [url=https://imgur.com/a/s8oYcTB]attire[/url] was, at the very least, not covered in blood stains and the tears of the poor girl he'd taken to hospital. As amusing as it would've been to see his grandmother's reaction, he'd decided against looking like he'd come straight from a battlefield. His face still bore the signs of their mornings activities and admittedly the nurses in the emergency department [i]had[/i] offered to patch him up but he hadn't been concerned about one little cut. Unlike mortals, they didn't have to wait weeks for even the most minor of injuries to heal.

Speaking of, their exploits had left him parched and what better to quench it, than some overly priced alcohol. [color=9E1B31]"Want to get really drunk?"[/color] Phobos asked his fellow deity as they walked into the grand, and entirely over the top, country club. Not waiting for an answer, he strode over to one of the male servers. After a couple of minutes of [i]gentle[/i] persuasion, he returned with two uncorked bottles of true french champagne. [color=9E1B31]"Guess this'll do for starters."[/color] He shrugged, more than willing to drink by himself if she didn't want to partake.

He knew her all too well, both answering the question she was going to ask while also offering up one of his own that was in direct line of what she had been thinking moments before his arrival. She couldn’t help but smile, not even able to answer, instead letting herself be led and casually strolling into the country club together. He hardly seemed bothered by her lack of answer though and began instantly working to procure them libations but not just simple glasses as she would have assumed. Upon his return, Phobos had managed not one but two bottles of French champagne. Hathor stepped forward, wrapping her fingers around one of the bottles to claim it as her own. [color=DC143C]”I could kiss you, this is exactly what I needed.”[/color]

The god raised his eyebrows at the statement, before popping the cork off his champagne, which he ignored as it knocked an extremely expensive looking vase to the ground, and took a swig. [color=9E1B31]"Be careful Hath, you'll have me thinking you're flirting...and I'm not sure I'd be able to resist the charms of a JJ girl."[/color] And though his tone was light and teasing, his gaze remained firmly focused on her soft brown eyes.

The sparkling amusement in her eyes at the once beautiful extravagant vase was dimmed as he spoke, turning into something darker as he received her full attention. Her sultry gaze didn’t leave that sea of blue which many could easily get lost in or probably already had as she stepped forward, leaning into his personal space to place her bottle on the table behind him. Her other hand came up, slowly skimming along his own, gently taking the open bottle from his own fingertips before stealing a swig for herself.[color=DC143C]”And if I was? How long do you think that resistance of yours will last?”[/color] 

Phobos maintained his calm composure as her body came closer to his, though the corners of his lips began to turn up mischievously. [color=9E1B31]"Oh, I think I'd be broken instantly."[/color] He narrowed the space between them even further, the feel of her body warm next to his. [color=9E1B31]"So you really should take pity on me."[/color] A playful grin made its way to her own features, leaning up so there was barely an inch between them as she spoke, [color=DC143C]It’s a shame we are in a place that we can’t test if that’s true or not.”[/color] Hath moved to the side, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before pulling away, taking another swig from the bottle she had claimed from him. [color=DC143C]”So, I’ll take pity on you this time. Besides, I should really find Tlaz and give her an update so she isn’t surprised later. Catch ya later.”[/color], she replied with a wink before sauntering away. At her words, a flash of disappointment crossed Phobos' features, whether in protest against the end of their game or something else, it wasn't entirely clear. But he quickly covered this up as he watched her walk away, turning to grab the discarded champagne and make his own way into the throng of deities. [/color]