It was perhaps fitting that Jett was dressed as the God of Fire, Hephaestus etched into the very fabric of his suit, a personal little joke that only a handful of people would understand the meaning of. Coming to this event was the last thing Jett wanted, considering how well the last one had gone, but it wasn’t like he could let Asher go alone. Plus, the limo came with free champagne. Offering Asher the last few sips of the bottle in his hand, he grinned as he relaxed into the corner of the limo seat and surveyed the outfit his friend was wearing, “Now, what’re you again?”