She looked back to him, "So you've seen Tartarus? The River Styx?" She smirked, pushing herself away from the bar. Any normal being would be hammered by now but she was only drunk and the feeling was starting to slip away. She was never drunk for too long, the dark gift never allowed it. She watched immortals dance around, with and against one another. Some were drunk, some were drugged. And with that she looked back to him, smirking once again and disppearing in the mix of dancing bodies.