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As soon as the invitation to Jupiter’s charity gala had arrived to Marcela’s inbox, it had been sent straight to the Trash folder of her personal email account. After thousands of years avoiding her fellow deities, she continued to have no desire to become a prominent figure of the circle of gods and goddesses that lived and thrived under the mortal’s noses. But when her boss had made her assistance mandatory for security purposes, Marcela had no other choice than to swallow her pride, put on her best face and show up to the event.
The first order of business had been to discreetly inspect the surroundings of the venue, identify potential threats, pinpoint any vantage points and locate all escape routes. After making sure everything was in order, Marcy gave the all-clear for her boss to enter the ballroom, and hung around the powerful Asian woman until she was dismissed. Now somewhat free to do as she pleased, Marcela made a beeline straight for the bar to grab her signature mezcal martini before retreating to the significantly less crowded second floor.
From her new position on the top floor, the goddess of the underworld had a clear view of the arrivals and departures to the lavish event. Martini in hand, Marcy watched as a plethora of strangers made their way across the doors, with the sprinkle of a familiar face every once in a while. She had started out as a ball of nerves underneath the steely façade she was projecting, refusing to take her eyes from the entrance in fear that she would be caught off guard and miss the arrival of the one person she wanted to avoid the most. But the more time passed without spotting the handsome face of the Aztec god she’d been entangled with in her past lifetime, the less tense Marcy found herself being. She’d been about to depart her post to get a refill of her drink when something curious caught her eye.
The Greek goddess of divine justice had made her arrival, but she had done so on her lonesome and looking particularly distraught over something. Soon after, the Norse god of thunder had followed suit, looking as equally unhappy as the woman Marcy knew he was involved with. Frowning, the Aztec goddess descended the stairs, grabbed two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and approached the man she hadn’t spoken to since that fateful weekend in the early nineteenth century.
"You certainly look like you could use this…" Marcela drawled, offering the champagne glass in her hand to Thor.
“What a mind-reader you are.”
Having immediately drunk two glasses already, Thor proudly welcomed the offer his old friend presented him with and he did so with his usual mix of a grunt-laugh smirk that she might remember from all of those years ago. As he took a small sip from the glass, partially buzzed, his reaction to her dress was a bit more vocal than how he might usually carry himself, which was to say the dress itself complimented her well and he did his best to make his approval of it come out in a tasteful manner.
“Mictecawhoti--” Thor was cursing himself. For as fond of her as he was (save for maybe the feathered serpent and a few others in that pantheon) he never could pronounce her name correctly. If the fate of Asgard depended on it, Ragnarok would have killed them all by now. "--sorry, I guess I still can’t get your name right.” He expelled an embarrassed chuckle, taking a much needed sip from his glass.
When she heard Thor’s terrible attempt at pronouncing her name, the Aztec goddess couldn’t help but break out of her usual haughty facade and burst into a fit of laughter. “We bonded for a magical three days and two nights, and you still can’t pronounce my name? Come on, tlatlatziniliztli. You’ve had over two hundred years to practice it!” she teased him, lightly elbowing his ribs.
Thor grunted when he felt her elbow dig into his midsection. She may look fragile but even a joking action was well-placed. “And if I was given another two centuries, I won’t be any closer than I am now.” He took another quick sip from the glass in his hand. “But funny you mention that weekend. As I recall, your name wasn’t what I remember being shouted to the heavens,” Thor teased, smirking.
There was no hiding the way Marcy’s lips curled up into a smug, knowing smirk at his words, even after she pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek to disguise it. With how easily they had fallen into their usual flirtatious banter, it had probably been in everyone’s best interests that she and Thor hadn’t kept in contact throughout the years. Anyone with a pair of eyes would be able to see the chemistry between them. But as much as she wanted to one-up him with some highly suggestive comment that alluded to their time together, the brunette settled for elbowing him in the ribs again and changing the subject. Thor was a taken man, and wrecking homes was certainly not her domain. “Well, lucky for you, I’ve... rebranded, so to speak. I go by Marcela now-- or Marcy, for short. There’s no way you can mess that one up, Thunder.”
“Thank the Aesir!” Came Thor’s immediate response, but then he coughed. “I mean, I am sure for most, it is easily spoken without much difficulty. But for me personally, it warms my heart to know I won’t have to sound like a blubbering Jotun trying to recite some ancient text, Miccy.” On some level, he felt guilty for bringing that name back up, but Thor never wasted an opening when he saw one.
Thor didn’t have to wait long for Marcy’s response. As if the instant cringe wasn’t enough, the colorful words that follow would definitely leave no room for assumptions. “Kindly go fuck yourself,” she muttered sweetly, flipping him off while shooting him a sarcastic smile. It was all in good fun, of course-- as evidenced by the way she later rolled her eyes and shook her head at him but sported an amused smirk. “I still groan out loud whenever that Hey Mickey song comes up on the radio thanks to your unoriginal nickname. The eighties were a real nightmare.”
Thor started to hum the tune until it couldn’t be contained. “So come on and give it to me anyway you can! Anyway you wanna do it, I’ll take it like a maaaaaan. Oh please, baby pleeease, don’t leave in the damp, Mickey--”
Marcela let out a loud snort of laughter, followed by a snicker. “I swear, Thor Odinson: if you don’t stop singing that song right now, I’ll have to use the gun I’m hiding somewhere inside this dress to make you stop…” she growled at him, while the corners of her mouth were still turned upwards. “And I don’t think your Lady Justice will like that very much.”
Thor had been blankly staring at her the instant she said she had a gun. Everything else that came after was white noise. “Sorry, I know I’m an old man, but did you say you have a gun?” Thor asked, trying to keep his voice as quiet as he could as to not alert the many civilians and agents of law enforcement sure to be nearby.
"I most certainly did, yes," Marcy answered with a small shrug, taking a long sip from her champagne glass. "It comes with the territory of my line of work. Occupational hazards, you know? Always better to be safe than sorry."
“I get that,” Thor commented, mirroring Marcy’s actions.
It wasn’t as though Thor didn’t understand. In the years they had gone without speaking, despite not actually maintaining personal contact, Thor had heard whispers here and there. In his line of work -- both professional and extracurricular -- he heard stories of Marcy and what she did. When he first heard she was a hitwoman, Thor wasn’t exactly sure what to think. He knew what her domain was and more so, what that often implied, so it wasn’t as though her following down that path was unexpected. He often told himself that the ones she took out were criminals and that meant she wasn’t ruthlessly killing innocents, only those who deserved to have justice be rained down on them.
But bringing a gun here was a questionable decision, though it wasn’t one he wasn’t a stranger to. If he could bring Mjolnir with him everywhere he went without raising suspicions, he would. “Does your line of work make you happy?” Thor asked, breaking the temporary silence that befell their air of conversation. “I mean, is it fulfilling enough to make you want to keep doing it?”
Thor posed a very important question-- one that Marcela had a rather pessimistic answer for. There was a reason why the death goddess never stopped to think about the life path she had chosen for herself after the culmination of her self-imposed exile. “I haven’t been happy in centuries, Thor,” she confessed with a dry laugh, downing the rest of her champagne and setting the glass on a passing waiter’s tray before turning to face him. “But we all have to do what we can to stay afloat and live on, right? To say that doing what I do makes me happy would be a lie, and that’s not something you and I have ever done to each other. I can say, though, that this profession keeps me occupied enough to keep my mind from traveling down the same old dark paths of grief and sadness. And since Mictlāntēcutli’s departure all I have left on this Earth is myself. If I don’t put myself first, who will?”
There was some level of mutual understanding Thor was experiencing right now. Yes, on some level, though a few centuries before, Thor was of that same mindset: mindlessly distracting himself with whatever he could. The sound of his enemy’s skull being crushed by his manmade hammer, the feeling of taking another’s life in the name of justice. Thor, when Marcy spoke, heard himself many years ago, but it wasn’t until Themis did he see the light. He knew if he ever said that, it would come off as corny as hell, yet it was that simple. “What about Xolotl?” Thor asked point-blank. “He would most certainly put you above everyone else, would he not?”
Well that was a name Marcela didn’t think she’d be hearing so soon, let alone from Thor, of all people. It was clear from the way she sucked in all of the oxygen in their immediate surroundings before exhaling a long, deep breath. How Thor managed to remember this part of their conversations but not the correct way to pronounce her way was beyond her. “I don’t need Xolotl. I can take care of myself,” she said forcefully-- albeit a little too aggressively for her liking, so she hurriedly tried to make amends. “I’m sorry,” she told the Norse god with an apologetic little shrug. “It’s just… I already lost one man I loved. The last thing I want is to experience that excruciating pain for a second time.”
Thor frowned at the pessimism in her voice. He knew how much she loved Mict and, maybe because he never experienced loss quite like that, he couldn’t possibly understand the grief she endured. Still, he saw something in her eyes. “You might be able to fool everyone else, and maybe you have convinced yourself that’s the truth. But take it from someone who has found his soulmate: I know what someone’s eyes look like when they find someone special.” Thor allowed himself to pause and smile at his old friend. “And Marcy, you have that in spades.”
Discussing whatever feelings she had for Xolotl was not something the Aztec goddess wanted to indulge in-- especially not tonight, when the odds of them coming face to face with each other increased with every second she spent at this godforsaken gala. Her walls and defenses had to be at an all-time high, and a conversation like this could leave her open and vulnerable to any potential, unavoidable interactions in the near-future. So instead of offering the man a list of reasons why it didn’t matter what she did or didn’t feel for the Aztec god of lighting and fire, she chose to deflect his question from herself and onto him instead. “So you’re saying you found your soulmate? Because it sounds to me like you just said you found your soulmate,” Marcy questioned Thor with a teasing smirk.
He couldn’t help but curse at himself. At the same time, he shrugged, doing nothing to hide the truth from her. “I have,” he admitted simply. “Themis is my one and only.” Though his words were short, he spoke with pride as he always did about those important to him.
Thor was serious about this one. It was obvious by the pride in his voice, the gleam in his eyes, and the smile on his lips. Although she would never admit it, it warmed her heart to know that after centuries of losing lovers and offspring, Thor had finally found the person he was destined to have by his side.
But then she remembered how upset they both looked when arriving at the ball, and it made her wonder whether the couple was having any problems. The last thing she wanted was to see her dearest friend give his all to a woman and then get hurt, so she decided to see if there was any way she could be of assistance to him. “Forgive my intrusion, Thor, but is everything okay between you two? I couldn’t help but notice there was a frown on Themis’ face when she walked in, and that you seemed kind of distraught when I first approached you.”
Marcy’s firm reminder struck a chord with Thor and not in a negative way. He knew she was right (as she always was). But knowing how he left things off with Themis and how she stormed off, even if he were to fix things for the reasons that Marcy had stated, there was something he knew for a fact. “If only it were that simple.” Thor looked around him, making sure no mortal ears were listening to what they shouldn’t. Satisfied that there wasn’t, he continued and moved a foot closer to Marcy. “There’s something about my life and what I do -- something I haven’t divulged to Themis yet -- and she found out. And, of course, she confronted me about it during the ride here.” He chuckled at how clever that was. Just one of the many reasons why he loved her.
“And let me guess: instead of being honest, you lied to her. So she had to excuse herself before she added to that neat little bruise collection you have going on all over your face,” Marcy prompted with a questioning eyebrow.
“What?” His response was immediate. “No, she’s not responsible for my shiners. Themis is all about appearances, which is probably why she got so worried -- in her own way, mind you -- about my bruises. No, these were the result of an unforeseen consequence during a confrontation I encountered yesterday,” he admitted.
Marcela rolled her eyes and shook her head. She had forgotten how slow on the catch up Thor could be sometimes. “I wasn’t saying Themis was the one who hit you, tlatlatziniliztli. I was saying she probably wanted to hit you for lying to her,” she explained as if talking to a child. “But anyway, what’s your plan now? She clearly knows your secret already, and lying to her blew up on your face. If I may, allow me to offer you some advice, darling. If you love Lady Justice as much as you say you do, then go after her and fix your mess. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out things aren’t well between the two of you at the moment, and that can be dangerous in a place like this: full of gods and goddesses whose intentions you never quite know for certain. You never know who’s lurking around the corner waiting for their chance to use this against you and in their favor.”
That was a sentiment Thor could agree with. He knew he didn’t have a lot of friends among the pantheons. It’s not like Thor ever cared for their opinions. The only person whose opinion was worth giving a damn -- aside from Marcy, of course -- was Themis. If he had any hope of walking out of here with her no longer wanting to tear his head off, he had to swallow whatever worse-case scenario he had in his head and talk to her. “I guess I have a soulmate to find,” he joked, laughing as he set the now empty glass on a tray a passing waiter was holding. Thor gave Marcy a light hug. “Don’t be a stranger. We should definitely have tea or get a drink sometime. Maybe even have a double date.”
“Oh, absolutely! Me and my revolver would be delighted to be yours and Lady Justice’s dinner dates sometime!” she answered sarcastically before letting out a laugh. “But seriously, though, just let me know the date, time and place a few days in advance and I’ll be there. I would love to meet the woman who built up a good man into something even better.”
If Thor wasn’t the humble God that he was, he might have replied with a cheesy line about how you couldn’t improve perfection but he wasn’t conceited like the Allfather was. Given that he was the embodiment of honor and all that, he smirked with a chuckle. “You got it, Miccy!”
Before she could do more than laugh and flip him off again, Thor had disappeared into the crowd, going more towards the center of the venue. He took in his surroundings, keeping an eye out for a few people. His father, some of the other members of his pantheon, but on the top of his list was Themis. She was the top priority. If nothing else, he had to make sure they were back on solid ground before that double date could be scheduled.
“Now if I were a Titan Goddess of Justice, where would I be hiding?”
The first order of business had been to discreetly inspect the surroundings of the venue, identify potential threats, pinpoint any vantage points and locate all escape routes. After making sure everything was in order, Marcy gave the all-clear for her boss to enter the ballroom, and hung around the powerful Asian woman until she was dismissed. Now somewhat free to do as she pleased, Marcela made a beeline straight for the bar to grab her signature mezcal martini before retreating to the significantly less crowded second floor.
From her new position on the top floor, the goddess of the underworld had a clear view of the arrivals and departures to the lavish event. Martini in hand, Marcy watched as a plethora of strangers made their way across the doors, with the sprinkle of a familiar face every once in a while. She had started out as a ball of nerves underneath the steely façade she was projecting, refusing to take her eyes from the entrance in fear that she would be caught off guard and miss the arrival of the one person she wanted to avoid the most. But the more time passed without spotting the handsome face of the Aztec god she’d been entangled with in her past lifetime, the less tense Marcy found herself being. She’d been about to depart her post to get a refill of her drink when something curious caught her eye.
The Greek goddess of divine justice had made her arrival, but she had done so on her lonesome and looking particularly distraught over something. Soon after, the Norse god of thunder had followed suit, looking as equally unhappy as the woman Marcy knew he was involved with. Frowning, the Aztec goddess descended the stairs, grabbed two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and approached the man she hadn’t spoken to since that fateful weekend in the early nineteenth century.
"You certainly look like you could use this…" Marcela drawled, offering the champagne glass in her hand to Thor.
“What a mind-reader you are.”
Having immediately drunk two glasses already, Thor proudly welcomed the offer his old friend presented him with and he did so with his usual mix of a grunt-laugh smirk that she might remember from all of those years ago. As he took a small sip from the glass, partially buzzed, his reaction to her dress was a bit more vocal than how he might usually carry himself, which was to say the dress itself complimented her well and he did his best to make his approval of it come out in a tasteful manner.
“Mictecawhoti--” Thor was cursing himself. For as fond of her as he was (save for maybe the feathered serpent and a few others in that pantheon) he never could pronounce her name correctly. If the fate of Asgard depended on it, Ragnarok would have killed them all by now. "--sorry, I guess I still can’t get your name right.” He expelled an embarrassed chuckle, taking a much needed sip from his glass.
When she heard Thor’s terrible attempt at pronouncing her name, the Aztec goddess couldn’t help but break out of her usual haughty facade and burst into a fit of laughter. “We bonded for a magical three days and two nights, and you still can’t pronounce my name? Come on, tlatlatziniliztli. You’ve had over two hundred years to practice it!” she teased him, lightly elbowing his ribs.
Thor grunted when he felt her elbow dig into his midsection. She may look fragile but even a joking action was well-placed. “And if I was given another two centuries, I won’t be any closer than I am now.” He took another quick sip from the glass in his hand. “But funny you mention that weekend. As I recall, your name wasn’t what I remember being shouted to the heavens,” Thor teased, smirking.
There was no hiding the way Marcy’s lips curled up into a smug, knowing smirk at his words, even after she pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek to disguise it. With how easily they had fallen into their usual flirtatious banter, it had probably been in everyone’s best interests that she and Thor hadn’t kept in contact throughout the years. Anyone with a pair of eyes would be able to see the chemistry between them. But as much as she wanted to one-up him with some highly suggestive comment that alluded to their time together, the brunette settled for elbowing him in the ribs again and changing the subject. Thor was a taken man, and wrecking homes was certainly not her domain. “Well, lucky for you, I’ve... rebranded, so to speak. I go by Marcela now-- or Marcy, for short. There’s no way you can mess that one up, Thunder.”
“Thank the Aesir!” Came Thor’s immediate response, but then he coughed. “I mean, I am sure for most, it is easily spoken without much difficulty. But for me personally, it warms my heart to know I won’t have to sound like a blubbering Jotun trying to recite some ancient text, Miccy.” On some level, he felt guilty for bringing that name back up, but Thor never wasted an opening when he saw one.
Thor didn’t have to wait long for Marcy’s response. As if the instant cringe wasn’t enough, the colorful words that follow would definitely leave no room for assumptions. “Kindly go fuck yourself,” she muttered sweetly, flipping him off while shooting him a sarcastic smile. It was all in good fun, of course-- as evidenced by the way she later rolled her eyes and shook her head at him but sported an amused smirk. “I still groan out loud whenever that Hey Mickey song comes up on the radio thanks to your unoriginal nickname. The eighties were a real nightmare.”
Thor started to hum the tune until it couldn’t be contained. “So come on and give it to me anyway you can! Anyway you wanna do it, I’ll take it like a maaaaaan. Oh please, baby pleeease, don’t leave in the damp, Mickey--”
Marcela let out a loud snort of laughter, followed by a snicker. “I swear, Thor Odinson: if you don’t stop singing that song right now, I’ll have to use the gun I’m hiding somewhere inside this dress to make you stop…” she growled at him, while the corners of her mouth were still turned upwards. “And I don’t think your Lady Justice will like that very much.”
Thor had been blankly staring at her the instant she said she had a gun. Everything else that came after was white noise. “Sorry, I know I’m an old man, but did you say you have a gun?” Thor asked, trying to keep his voice as quiet as he could as to not alert the many civilians and agents of law enforcement sure to be nearby.
"I most certainly did, yes," Marcy answered with a small shrug, taking a long sip from her champagne glass. "It comes with the territory of my line of work. Occupational hazards, you know? Always better to be safe than sorry."
“I get that,” Thor commented, mirroring Marcy’s actions.
It wasn’t as though Thor didn’t understand. In the years they had gone without speaking, despite not actually maintaining personal contact, Thor had heard whispers here and there. In his line of work -- both professional and extracurricular -- he heard stories of Marcy and what she did. When he first heard she was a hitwoman, Thor wasn’t exactly sure what to think. He knew what her domain was and more so, what that often implied, so it wasn’t as though her following down that path was unexpected. He often told himself that the ones she took out were criminals and that meant she wasn’t ruthlessly killing innocents, only those who deserved to have justice be rained down on them.
But bringing a gun here was a questionable decision, though it wasn’t one he wasn’t a stranger to. If he could bring Mjolnir with him everywhere he went without raising suspicions, he would. “Does your line of work make you happy?” Thor asked, breaking the temporary silence that befell their air of conversation. “I mean, is it fulfilling enough to make you want to keep doing it?”
Thor posed a very important question-- one that Marcela had a rather pessimistic answer for. There was a reason why the death goddess never stopped to think about the life path she had chosen for herself after the culmination of her self-imposed exile. “I haven’t been happy in centuries, Thor,” she confessed with a dry laugh, downing the rest of her champagne and setting the glass on a passing waiter’s tray before turning to face him. “But we all have to do what we can to stay afloat and live on, right? To say that doing what I do makes me happy would be a lie, and that’s not something you and I have ever done to each other. I can say, though, that this profession keeps me occupied enough to keep my mind from traveling down the same old dark paths of grief and sadness. And since Mictlāntēcutli’s departure all I have left on this Earth is myself. If I don’t put myself first, who will?”
There was some level of mutual understanding Thor was experiencing right now. Yes, on some level, though a few centuries before, Thor was of that same mindset: mindlessly distracting himself with whatever he could. The sound of his enemy’s skull being crushed by his manmade hammer, the feeling of taking another’s life in the name of justice. Thor, when Marcy spoke, heard himself many years ago, but it wasn’t until Themis did he see the light. He knew if he ever said that, it would come off as corny as hell, yet it was that simple. “What about Xolotl?” Thor asked point-blank. “He would most certainly put you above everyone else, would he not?”
Well that was a name Marcela didn’t think she’d be hearing so soon, let alone from Thor, of all people. It was clear from the way she sucked in all of the oxygen in their immediate surroundings before exhaling a long, deep breath. How Thor managed to remember this part of their conversations but not the correct way to pronounce her way was beyond her. “I don’t need Xolotl. I can take care of myself,” she said forcefully-- albeit a little too aggressively for her liking, so she hurriedly tried to make amends. “I’m sorry,” she told the Norse god with an apologetic little shrug. “It’s just… I already lost one man I loved. The last thing I want is to experience that excruciating pain for a second time.”
Thor frowned at the pessimism in her voice. He knew how much she loved Mict and, maybe because he never experienced loss quite like that, he couldn’t possibly understand the grief she endured. Still, he saw something in her eyes. “You might be able to fool everyone else, and maybe you have convinced yourself that’s the truth. But take it from someone who has found his soulmate: I know what someone’s eyes look like when they find someone special.” Thor allowed himself to pause and smile at his old friend. “And Marcy, you have that in spades.”
Discussing whatever feelings she had for Xolotl was not something the Aztec goddess wanted to indulge in-- especially not tonight, when the odds of them coming face to face with each other increased with every second she spent at this godforsaken gala. Her walls and defenses had to be at an all-time high, and a conversation like this could leave her open and vulnerable to any potential, unavoidable interactions in the near-future. So instead of offering the man a list of reasons why it didn’t matter what she did or didn’t feel for the Aztec god of lighting and fire, she chose to deflect his question from herself and onto him instead. “So you’re saying you found your soulmate? Because it sounds to me like you just said you found your soulmate,” Marcy questioned Thor with a teasing smirk.
He couldn’t help but curse at himself. At the same time, he shrugged, doing nothing to hide the truth from her. “I have,” he admitted simply. “Themis is my one and only.” Though his words were short, he spoke with pride as he always did about those important to him.
Thor was serious about this one. It was obvious by the pride in his voice, the gleam in his eyes, and the smile on his lips. Although she would never admit it, it warmed her heart to know that after centuries of losing lovers and offspring, Thor had finally found the person he was destined to have by his side.
But then she remembered how upset they both looked when arriving at the ball, and it made her wonder whether the couple was having any problems. The last thing she wanted was to see her dearest friend give his all to a woman and then get hurt, so she decided to see if there was any way she could be of assistance to him. “Forgive my intrusion, Thor, but is everything okay between you two? I couldn’t help but notice there was a frown on Themis’ face when she walked in, and that you seemed kind of distraught when I first approached you.”
Marcy’s firm reminder struck a chord with Thor and not in a negative way. He knew she was right (as she always was). But knowing how he left things off with Themis and how she stormed off, even if he were to fix things for the reasons that Marcy had stated, there was something he knew for a fact. “If only it were that simple.” Thor looked around him, making sure no mortal ears were listening to what they shouldn’t. Satisfied that there wasn’t, he continued and moved a foot closer to Marcy. “There’s something about my life and what I do -- something I haven’t divulged to Themis yet -- and she found out. And, of course, she confronted me about it during the ride here.” He chuckled at how clever that was. Just one of the many reasons why he loved her.
“And let me guess: instead of being honest, you lied to her. So she had to excuse herself before she added to that neat little bruise collection you have going on all over your face,” Marcy prompted with a questioning eyebrow.
“What?” His response was immediate. “No, she’s not responsible for my shiners. Themis is all about appearances, which is probably why she got so worried -- in her own way, mind you -- about my bruises. No, these were the result of an unforeseen consequence during a confrontation I encountered yesterday,” he admitted.
Marcela rolled her eyes and shook her head. She had forgotten how slow on the catch up Thor could be sometimes. “I wasn’t saying Themis was the one who hit you, tlatlatziniliztli. I was saying she probably wanted to hit you for lying to her,” she explained as if talking to a child. “But anyway, what’s your plan now? She clearly knows your secret already, and lying to her blew up on your face. If I may, allow me to offer you some advice, darling. If you love Lady Justice as much as you say you do, then go after her and fix your mess. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out things aren’t well between the two of you at the moment, and that can be dangerous in a place like this: full of gods and goddesses whose intentions you never quite know for certain. You never know who’s lurking around the corner waiting for their chance to use this against you and in their favor.”
That was a sentiment Thor could agree with. He knew he didn’t have a lot of friends among the pantheons. It’s not like Thor ever cared for their opinions. The only person whose opinion was worth giving a damn -- aside from Marcy, of course -- was Themis. If he had any hope of walking out of here with her no longer wanting to tear his head off, he had to swallow whatever worse-case scenario he had in his head and talk to her. “I guess I have a soulmate to find,” he joked, laughing as he set the now empty glass on a tray a passing waiter was holding. Thor gave Marcy a light hug. “Don’t be a stranger. We should definitely have tea or get a drink sometime. Maybe even have a double date.”
“Oh, absolutely! Me and my revolver would be delighted to be yours and Lady Justice’s dinner dates sometime!” she answered sarcastically before letting out a laugh. “But seriously, though, just let me know the date, time and place a few days in advance and I’ll be there. I would love to meet the woman who built up a good man into something even better.”
If Thor wasn’t the humble God that he was, he might have replied with a cheesy line about how you couldn’t improve perfection but he wasn’t conceited like the Allfather was. Given that he was the embodiment of honor and all that, he smirked with a chuckle. “You got it, Miccy!”
Before she could do more than laugh and flip him off again, Thor had disappeared into the crowd, going more towards the center of the venue. He took in his surroundings, keeping an eye out for a few people. His father, some of the other members of his pantheon, but on the top of his list was Themis. She was the top priority. If nothing else, he had to make sure they were back on solid ground before that double date could be scheduled.
“Now if I were a Titan Goddess of Justice, where would I be hiding?”
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A Theía & Her Anipsiá
A Theía & Her Anipsiá
A Theía & Her Anipsiá
“Aaaaaaaand we’re all done! Take a peek in the mirror and let me know how you like it, darling.”
Since the rise of the colossus and Astraea’s fall to Earth from the skies, the young star maiden had been adopted by the most powerful elders of the Greek pantheon. The king of the gods became her grandfather figure; with his wise words, warm demeanor and endless support for her every decision and endeavor. Hera had filled the grandmother role; offering her protective nature and doing her best at keeping the girl grounded in what truly mattered. And Themis, the titan goddess of divine justice, had taken on the roles of aunt and older sister; showering Astraea with praise and affection, passing on her vast knowledge to the young woman, and becoming each other’s most trusted confidantes. And this was why, for the better part of the last four hours, the Greek goddesses had been enjoying each other’s companies as they assisted one another in getting ready for Jupiter’s charity ball at Themis’ apartment.
Nervously biting her lip, Astraea turned around to face the full length mirror of the vanity, and broke into a fit of excited giggles when she saw her reflection staring back at her. Half of her luscious locks of brown hair were pinned back while the other half cascaded freely down her back and shoulders, and the soft glam makeup Themis had done only served to highlight the star maiden’s best features. With the short-heeled gold sandals and the plum-colored gown, Astraea was looking every bit like the sky goddess that she was.
“Oh my God, Theia: you did amazing!” Astraea shrieked happily, taking in every inch of her look with sparkling eyes before wrapping Themis up in a tight hug. “Thank you so so so much!”
“You’re so very welcome! It was my pleasure, sweet pea,” the willowy blonde replied, hugging the shorter girl with the same amount of affection while bestowing a brief kiss on the top of her head. “Now, let’s spin you around so we can really see the magic!” Themis declared before grabbing Astraea’s hand, guiding her to the center of the room and starting to twirl her. For the next few moments, both women watched as the tulle on the skirt of Astraea’s beautiful dress fanned out around her. Encouraged by her laughs, Themis spun her niece faster and faster, until the giggling, dizzy young woman eventually fell backwards onto the queen-sized bed.
“I really hope at least one of the babies is a girl, theia. Or both of them! Can you imagine how much fun we’re all going to have together?! The tea parties, the makeovers, the shopping sprees… It’s going to be a blast!” Astraea trailed off, losing herself in all the fun activities she and her new baby cousins could get into before eventually pulling herself back to reality and standing back up. “Speaking of: have you told him yet?” the young woman asked Themis, bringing the spotlight back to her aunt as she raised her eyebrow at her and put her hands on her hips.
A grimace twisted the blond woman’s mouth. “Ummmm…” she trailed off, suddenly becoming very interested in the patterns on the loud fabric on her dress.
Two weeks previously, Themis had woken up from a fainting spell to Hera fanning her face and offering her a glass of water while she lay on the couch with her head propped up with a decorative cushion. After ensuring she was alright, the queen of the gods had confirmed that what Themis had dismissed as a fever dream was actually her new reality. Even still, the goddess of divine justice remained skeptical, and agreed to visit Hera’s medical practice first thing that following Monday to get a definitive confirmation. Five positive home tests, one positive blood test and an ultrasound later, any and all doubts about her ‘condition’ were dissipated. She was indeed pregnant with twins, and they did have different fathers. And as if that wasn’t enough, both children were measuring at least two weeks ahead-- which Hera predicted was due to their obvious godhood. So between the babies developing faster than normal, her growing midriff slowly becoming harder to hide, the nausea making it nearly impossible to keep her food down, the many cases waiting on her desk back at work and the Hephaestus investigation happening under the books, Themis’ mind was everywhere except in telling Thor he was to become a father. “I just haven’t found the right ti-”
“Are you serious?!” Astraea cried out, stomping her small foot on the ground in outrage. “Theía, there’s never going to be a right time to drop this kind of news on someone! You do know where we’re going tonight, right? This ball’s going to be swarming with fertility goddesses who can probably smell a baby from miles away-- let alone two! What if one of them says something, huh? Or, like, lets it slip somehow? Wouldn’t you rather he find out from you rather than someone else?”
“I know, Alana. Believe me, I know…” Themis sighed, looking up at her niece with hints of desperation and worry in her hazel eyes. “It’s just that every time I say I’m going to tell him, something always happens that distracts me from it--”
Just then, the familiar sound of keys unlocking a door, the turn of a doorknob and the front door of the building opening and closing could be heard. And seconds later, the rumbling voice of the Norse god of thunder was echoing across the otherwise empty apartment.
Since the rise of the colossus and Astraea’s fall to Earth from the skies, the young star maiden had been adopted by the most powerful elders of the Greek pantheon. The king of the gods became her grandfather figure; with his wise words, warm demeanor and endless support for her every decision and endeavor. Hera had filled the grandmother role; offering her protective nature and doing her best at keeping the girl grounded in what truly mattered. And Themis, the titan goddess of divine justice, had taken on the roles of aunt and older sister; showering Astraea with praise and affection, passing on her vast knowledge to the young woman, and becoming each other’s most trusted confidantes. And this was why, for the better part of the last four hours, the Greek goddesses had been enjoying each other’s companies as they assisted one another in getting ready for Jupiter’s charity ball at Themis’ apartment.
Nervously biting her lip, Astraea turned around to face the full length mirror of the vanity, and broke into a fit of excited giggles when she saw her reflection staring back at her. Half of her luscious locks of brown hair were pinned back while the other half cascaded freely down her back and shoulders, and the soft glam makeup Themis had done only served to highlight the star maiden’s best features. With the short-heeled gold sandals and the plum-colored gown, Astraea was looking every bit like the sky goddess that she was.
“Oh my God, Theia: you did amazing!” Astraea shrieked happily, taking in every inch of her look with sparkling eyes before wrapping Themis up in a tight hug. “Thank you so so so much!”
“You’re so very welcome! It was my pleasure, sweet pea,” the willowy blonde replied, hugging the shorter girl with the same amount of affection while bestowing a brief kiss on the top of her head. “Now, let’s spin you around so we can really see the magic!” Themis declared before grabbing Astraea’s hand, guiding her to the center of the room and starting to twirl her. For the next few moments, both women watched as the tulle on the skirt of Astraea’s beautiful dress fanned out around her. Encouraged by her laughs, Themis spun her niece faster and faster, until the giggling, dizzy young woman eventually fell backwards onto the queen-sized bed.
“I really hope at least one of the babies is a girl, theia. Or both of them! Can you imagine how much fun we’re all going to have together?! The tea parties, the makeovers, the shopping sprees… It’s going to be a blast!” Astraea trailed off, losing herself in all the fun activities she and her new baby cousins could get into before eventually pulling herself back to reality and standing back up. “Speaking of: have you told him yet?” the young woman asked Themis, bringing the spotlight back to her aunt as she raised her eyebrow at her and put her hands on her hips.
A grimace twisted the blond woman’s mouth. “Ummmm…” she trailed off, suddenly becoming very interested in the patterns on the loud fabric on her dress.
Two weeks previously, Themis had woken up from a fainting spell to Hera fanning her face and offering her a glass of water while she lay on the couch with her head propped up with a decorative cushion. After ensuring she was alright, the queen of the gods had confirmed that what Themis had dismissed as a fever dream was actually her new reality. Even still, the goddess of divine justice remained skeptical, and agreed to visit Hera’s medical practice first thing that following Monday to get a definitive confirmation. Five positive home tests, one positive blood test and an ultrasound later, any and all doubts about her ‘condition’ were dissipated. She was indeed pregnant with twins, and they did have different fathers. And as if that wasn’t enough, both children were measuring at least two weeks ahead-- which Hera predicted was due to their obvious godhood. So between the babies developing faster than normal, her growing midriff slowly becoming harder to hide, the nausea making it nearly impossible to keep her food down, the many cases waiting on her desk back at work and the Hephaestus investigation happening under the books, Themis’ mind was everywhere except in telling Thor he was to become a father. “I just haven’t found the right ti-”
“Are you serious?!” Astraea cried out, stomping her small foot on the ground in outrage. “Theía, there’s never going to be a right time to drop this kind of news on someone! You do know where we’re going tonight, right? This ball’s going to be swarming with fertility goddesses who can probably smell a baby from miles away-- let alone two! What if one of them says something, huh? Or, like, lets it slip somehow? Wouldn’t you rather he find out from you rather than someone else?”
“I know, Alana. Believe me, I know…” Themis sighed, looking up at her niece with hints of desperation and worry in her hazel eyes. “It’s just that every time I say I’m going to tell him, something always happens that distracts me from it--”
Just then, the familiar sound of keys unlocking a door, the turn of a doorknob and the front door of the building opening and closing could be heard. And seconds later, the rumbling voice of the Norse god of thunder was echoing across the otherwise empty apartment.
Ka Hoʻolālā
Ka Hoʻolālā
Ka Hoʻolālā
Spin the bottle.
It was a game as old as time, and the perfect excuse for inebriated teens to fondle each other and practice that earth thing called kissing to help them prepare for a future of heartbreak and romance. Tane sat like royalty, eyeing his subjects with his dark gaze falling upon those around him as they began to spin the aforementioned bottle and started locking lips and interweaving bodies.
The Polynesian Prince grinned as he watched the chaos begin to bubble from beneath the surface and into the ether around him: confidence, swagger, love and jealousy all were becoming apparent with each spin of the glass. This was a game of combinations; Erica and Leo, Cassie and Leo, TJ and Griffin, Sol and Savannah-- now this was a pair that intrigued him. If for nothing else, Sol was tonight's prey. He had all but made that decision before the pair had left the gym earlier that evening. She was safe-- he could explain to the world how the pair had ended up together with very little fanfare. Soleil was ridiculously attractive, and any person with a working pair of eyes could see that and she and Tane spent a lot of time together. So two and two make four, and the pair of them doing bad things for a good time was obvious. It wouldn’t lessen the aura that the boy had built around himself these many months at San Agustin. If anything, it would increase it. Yet he was still that: a boy. And as much as he would preach otherwise the sight of Sol and Savannah kissing was exciting to him.
Despite the teenage chemical reaction going on within his superior brain, Tane began to allow his mind to turn like a chess master: to try and piece together all these things going on around him and figure out how he could use them all to his advantage in the future. Inebriation was a hell of a thing; to lose one’s inhibitions and give yourself up to the base human desire that rules your very soul. It was a powerful tool to possess the deepest desire of your enemy. Tane sat watching ever so closely gathering the specifics of his classmates' reaction, hoarding all the intel on those in the circle. Would he use it? Perhaps. Many in the group he liked, and it would only be for self preservation that he would bite their fucking legs off and let them drown in the Atlantic. Meadow-- now there was an X-Factor. Tane did not know all that much about them, which he did not like. He watched as they wrapped their arms around Talya and Cassie with a smirk. There was a being of pure chaos; one to watch out for for sure. The lords of the bottle had yet to grace Tane with a kiss but he knew his time would come soon enough. It was all a part of the plan: his plan. Damn flawless it was.
Then came Nicholas and Savannah and the man they called Alitane could do nothing to control the smirk on his face as Sav ripped Little Nicky a new one. Theirs was a rivalry based on superiority; and for as long as it had been going on, it had always just been two of them against one another. But here, in front of everyone, Nick was projecting his true nature. And any one of their classmates who could remember his behaviour in the morning could be a potential ally-- Sav in particular. Game on, Nicky.
After spending her time watching everybody else get lucky (or, in Leo and Samuel's case unlucky), it was finally time for Soleil to leave her fate up to chance in the hands of a spinning bottle. Outwardly smiling with confidence but internally shaking with worry, the dark-haired girl took a deep breath, grabbed the bottle, and gave it a hard spin.
With bated breath, Shady and the rest of the players watched the glass bottle spinning rapidly on the floor, slowing down little by little until the neck of it came to stop on… Alitane Fifita.
Although Soleil was happy that the bottle hadn't landed one one of her bros (kissing Leo would’ve been like something out of a horror movie), an inexplicable wave of nerves threatened to swallow her whole. How come she'd been perfectly fine with kissing Talya and Savannah, but the prospect of kissing Tane had her racing heart's beat pounding loudly on her ears? Whatever the reason, she refused to show any weakness to both her randomly chosen partner and the rest of the partygoers. With a cocky smile, Shady rose from the ground and took position in front of her Polynesian friend.
"I hope you bring out the big guns, T, because Sav and Tal set the bar pretty high up there…" she teased with a wink, letting out a small chuckle.
”The big guns? My love, I’m a damn AK-47. They don’t come much bigger than me.”
Tane could not have planned this any better even if he had tried. There was a great dichotomy in that he was a man who believed in making his own way, that every decision matters, and every move played should be thought out in advance. Yet he was also spiritual, and believed in a higher power’s guiding hand. On this night of nights, he had chosen Soleil Jameson as his target, and fate had guided the bottle in her hand to fall on him. Maybe the big guy upstairs was on his side-- or perhaps it was the one downstairs? Either way, he was about to kiss Shady girl and blow her fucking mind.
Tane brushed a strand of her midnight hair from her face, allowing his thumb to trail along her painted lips. He inched closer, allowing his nose to graze hers with their faces becoming close enough for the pair to share their next few breaths. He gently cupped her top lip with his and rested his left hand on the back of her head, pulling her into a deeper kiss. Tane was in full control of Sol’s body as he pulled her tight form to his and held her pressed against his chest. As their heartbeats merged and the passion increased, he could feel the extent of his power over her in every inch of his body. She was his to move as he pleased and she pleased him very much. His mouth left hers and caressed her neck, his hand moving down her spine like a soft feather.
If the kisses with Savannah and Talya had been amazing, there was nothing that could have prepared Sol for what was currently happening between her and Tane. It had started out innocently enough: by getting a strand of hair sweetly brushed away from her face. The gesture brought a small smile to the girl’s mouth-- a brief moment of tranquility. Of course, that would be the last calm instant she would have for a while. When Tane's thumb grazed her lips, a shiver ran down her spine, causing the hairs on her body to stand on end. When he began to approach her so closely their bodies touched, her breathing deepened with anticipation, hot breaths of liquor and mint coming together and evaporating to the atmosphere. And when his lips finally collided with hers, the world around them simply disappeared.
At once, a hunger unlike anything she'd experienced before took over Soleil-- and it showed in the way she wrapped both arms around him and surrendered to their kiss. No matter how closely she held Tane or how passionately she kissed him, somehow it didn't seem like enough. She craved him badly, desperately, as if she was drowning in an ocean of desire and he was the air her lungs were so frantically trying to reach.
Shady didn't know how long they stood there; arms around each other, lips locked, tongues seductively dancing with one another. Until Tane's mouth shifted its attention from her lips and to her neck, with that light, teasing touch of his fingertips on the exposed skin of her spine. The dark-haired girl couldn't hold back the sigh that escaped her mouth, or how her eyes were closed shut to completely focus on every second of this moment. Everything was going more than fine, until…
“My eyes… oh my god, my eyes. Make it stop.” A certain dark haired lion blurted out, trying to regain control over his gag reflex as he watched Sol and Tane basically have sex in the middle of the circle. Just as their classmates had done minutes earlier when he showed Billie how passionate he was, Leo interjected and tried to get them off of each other for his own sake. “Please get a room. Like now.”
And that's how you killed the moment.
The second she heard Leo's voice, Sol's eyes flew open, and she flinched away from Tane's body as if it had shocked her. Fuming, she turned her head towards the young man so quickly it was a miracle her neck didn't snap.
"Yo, can you just shut the fuck up?!" she burst out, glaring at her friend (or was it ex-friend? It was still undecided). But when she looked around and saw the way the rest of their classmates were looking at her and Tane-- a strange combination of curiosity, intrigue and amusement--, it dawned on Shady just where she was, what she had been doing, and in front of who she had done it.
"Excuse me, T, but I need a second…" Sol croaked before hurrying away in the direction of the bathroom.
It was a game as old as time, and the perfect excuse for inebriated teens to fondle each other and practice that earth thing called kissing to help them prepare for a future of heartbreak and romance. Tane sat like royalty, eyeing his subjects with his dark gaze falling upon those around him as they began to spin the aforementioned bottle and started locking lips and interweaving bodies.
The Polynesian Prince grinned as he watched the chaos begin to bubble from beneath the surface and into the ether around him: confidence, swagger, love and jealousy all were becoming apparent with each spin of the glass. This was a game of combinations; Erica and Leo, Cassie and Leo, TJ and Griffin, Sol and Savannah-- now this was a pair that intrigued him. If for nothing else, Sol was tonight's prey. He had all but made that decision before the pair had left the gym earlier that evening. She was safe-- he could explain to the world how the pair had ended up together with very little fanfare. Soleil was ridiculously attractive, and any person with a working pair of eyes could see that and she and Tane spent a lot of time together. So two and two make four, and the pair of them doing bad things for a good time was obvious. It wouldn’t lessen the aura that the boy had built around himself these many months at San Agustin. If anything, it would increase it. Yet he was still that: a boy. And as much as he would preach otherwise the sight of Sol and Savannah kissing was exciting to him.
Despite the teenage chemical reaction going on within his superior brain, Tane began to allow his mind to turn like a chess master: to try and piece together all these things going on around him and figure out how he could use them all to his advantage in the future. Inebriation was a hell of a thing; to lose one’s inhibitions and give yourself up to the base human desire that rules your very soul. It was a powerful tool to possess the deepest desire of your enemy. Tane sat watching ever so closely gathering the specifics of his classmates' reaction, hoarding all the intel on those in the circle. Would he use it? Perhaps. Many in the group he liked, and it would only be for self preservation that he would bite their fucking legs off and let them drown in the Atlantic. Meadow-- now there was an X-Factor. Tane did not know all that much about them, which he did not like. He watched as they wrapped their arms around Talya and Cassie with a smirk. There was a being of pure chaos; one to watch out for for sure. The lords of the bottle had yet to grace Tane with a kiss but he knew his time would come soon enough. It was all a part of the plan: his plan. Damn flawless it was.
Then came Nicholas and Savannah and the man they called Alitane could do nothing to control the smirk on his face as Sav ripped Little Nicky a new one. Theirs was a rivalry based on superiority; and for as long as it had been going on, it had always just been two of them against one another. But here, in front of everyone, Nick was projecting his true nature. And any one of their classmates who could remember his behaviour in the morning could be a potential ally-- Sav in particular. Game on, Nicky.
After spending her time watching everybody else get lucky (or, in Leo and Samuel's case unlucky), it was finally time for Soleil to leave her fate up to chance in the hands of a spinning bottle. Outwardly smiling with confidence but internally shaking with worry, the dark-haired girl took a deep breath, grabbed the bottle, and gave it a hard spin.
With bated breath, Shady and the rest of the players watched the glass bottle spinning rapidly on the floor, slowing down little by little until the neck of it came to stop on… Alitane Fifita.
Although Soleil was happy that the bottle hadn't landed one one of her bros (kissing Leo would’ve been like something out of a horror movie), an inexplicable wave of nerves threatened to swallow her whole. How come she'd been perfectly fine with kissing Talya and Savannah, but the prospect of kissing Tane had her racing heart's beat pounding loudly on her ears? Whatever the reason, she refused to show any weakness to both her randomly chosen partner and the rest of the partygoers. With a cocky smile, Shady rose from the ground and took position in front of her Polynesian friend.
"I hope you bring out the big guns, T, because Sav and Tal set the bar pretty high up there…" she teased with a wink, letting out a small chuckle.
”The big guns? My love, I’m a damn AK-47. They don’t come much bigger than me.”
Tane could not have planned this any better even if he had tried. There was a great dichotomy in that he was a man who believed in making his own way, that every decision matters, and every move played should be thought out in advance. Yet he was also spiritual, and believed in a higher power’s guiding hand. On this night of nights, he had chosen Soleil Jameson as his target, and fate had guided the bottle in her hand to fall on him. Maybe the big guy upstairs was on his side-- or perhaps it was the one downstairs? Either way, he was about to kiss Shady girl and blow her fucking mind.
Tane brushed a strand of her midnight hair from her face, allowing his thumb to trail along her painted lips. He inched closer, allowing his nose to graze hers with their faces becoming close enough for the pair to share their next few breaths. He gently cupped her top lip with his and rested his left hand on the back of her head, pulling her into a deeper kiss. Tane was in full control of Sol’s body as he pulled her tight form to his and held her pressed against his chest. As their heartbeats merged and the passion increased, he could feel the extent of his power over her in every inch of his body. She was his to move as he pleased and she pleased him very much. His mouth left hers and caressed her neck, his hand moving down her spine like a soft feather.
If the kisses with Savannah and Talya had been amazing, there was nothing that could have prepared Sol for what was currently happening between her and Tane. It had started out innocently enough: by getting a strand of hair sweetly brushed away from her face. The gesture brought a small smile to the girl’s mouth-- a brief moment of tranquility. Of course, that would be the last calm instant she would have for a while. When Tane's thumb grazed her lips, a shiver ran down her spine, causing the hairs on her body to stand on end. When he began to approach her so closely their bodies touched, her breathing deepened with anticipation, hot breaths of liquor and mint coming together and evaporating to the atmosphere. And when his lips finally collided with hers, the world around them simply disappeared.
At once, a hunger unlike anything she'd experienced before took over Soleil-- and it showed in the way she wrapped both arms around him and surrendered to their kiss. No matter how closely she held Tane or how passionately she kissed him, somehow it didn't seem like enough. She craved him badly, desperately, as if she was drowning in an ocean of desire and he was the air her lungs were so frantically trying to reach.
Shady didn't know how long they stood there; arms around each other, lips locked, tongues seductively dancing with one another. Until Tane's mouth shifted its attention from her lips and to her neck, with that light, teasing touch of his fingertips on the exposed skin of her spine. The dark-haired girl couldn't hold back the sigh that escaped her mouth, or how her eyes were closed shut to completely focus on every second of this moment. Everything was going more than fine, until…
“My eyes… oh my god, my eyes. Make it stop.” A certain dark haired lion blurted out, trying to regain control over his gag reflex as he watched Sol and Tane basically have sex in the middle of the circle. Just as their classmates had done minutes earlier when he showed Billie how passionate he was, Leo interjected and tried to get them off of each other for his own sake. “Please get a room. Like now.”
And that's how you killed the moment.
The second she heard Leo's voice, Sol's eyes flew open, and she flinched away from Tane's body as if it had shocked her. Fuming, she turned her head towards the young man so quickly it was a miracle her neck didn't snap.
"Yo, can you just shut the fuck up?!" she burst out, glaring at her friend (or was it ex-friend? It was still undecided). But when she looked around and saw the way the rest of their classmates were looking at her and Tane-- a strange combination of curiosity, intrigue and amusement--, it dawned on Shady just where she was, what she had been doing, and in front of who she had done it.
Well shit…
"Excuse me, T, but I need a second…" Sol croaked before hurrying away in the direction of the bathroom.
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