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As a couple exited the bar, TaeHyung silently entered. Despite the time of the night, more peopled continued to join in the thriving party of life inside the building after TaeHyung’s entrance, adding to the noise trapped inside. He had had a rough day with his spontaneous visit to his family after a month of no contact. It hadn’t ended as nice as he would have liked and the bar was the one place he could go to take a breather without anyone breathing down his back. Not only that, its purpose also served as protection to him because with the amount of people around, no one would really be able to pull anything.

Making his way through the clumps of people, he reached the bar counter. As he tried to slip past another group of people, he was pushed back by a stranger, ramming into another already seated on the stools. “Sorry,” TaeHyung gruffly apologized to the man he had hit before finding an open stool on the far end of the counter. 

He quickly made his order before finally exhaling deeply. He was finally alone with no one to bother him. When the bartender came back, asking for his ID, he easily slipped his card from his wallet, handing it to the worker. And as always, he simply toyed with the man’s vision as he tried to verify TaeHyung’s age. After a moment of staring at the ID, he lightly shrugged before handing the card back to TaeHyung, returning to his work.

At least one good thing had come out of today. On his way to the bar, TaeHyung had been pulled aside by a deity who owed him a debt. They had managed to snatch the necklace that TaeHyung would be using to get a favor from one of the wife of a business man, still in the process of deciding whether to partner up with his father’s company or not. By sneaking this on the side, there was no way TaeHyung wouldn’t be able to get a little more than planned.

[ Bora x Minho | Hera x Ares ] : Wrath of Hera 

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She didn’t exactly know why she was talking to this boy, probably because there was no one else around. Shiyeon was tired after a day at work and had come to a local bar to relax that night. It wasn’t a run down or ugly establishment but it wasn’t ritzy either. It was enough for her to proceed without caution into the place and feel at ease being there alone. Though a bar wasn’t her usual scene, she just wanted to be alone where she could think for herself without people constantly talking to her. Of course, now that the night was winding down she found herself initiating conversation with a stranger. 

He was a little rougher looking than the others in the bar but he stood out to her, perhaps that is why she spoke to him. He was a tall guy, maybe six feet, and he seemed to have a lot of experience and despite the fact she didn’t know what that may be she still chose him to speak to. She had simply walked up and sat herself down next to him, not that he was sitting too far in the first place. She wasn’t even that drunk but perhaps it appeared otherwise to the stranger.

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♛ –  < *–   There was something captivating about the faceless masses of humans that streamed through the streets in a steady prestissimo even at night, clogging the arteries of Seoul with their rushed whispers filled with nothing but empty interests. The dismal kinetic image of a steady ebb and flow of human life dehumanized the people that bumped shoulders in the crowded region of Seoul to be nothing more than simple tongueless, mindless droplet catalysts to undesired events in the mind of Zeus who kept her head low, one hand pocketed in her black jeans whilst the other palm latched itself onto the forearm of the man she was guiding. With a hushed “it won’t be long now,” the woman attempted to quell any smoldering desire to turn back on the entire arrangement between Zeus and Ares, the feminine god’s gaze flickering to Ares’ own for a fraction of a second before she finally ushered them towards the entrance of a cheap motel with hazy eyes structured in gaudy rectangles that hid behind slanted plastic blinds that Kyungri knew to be gaping at every third interval. The motel wasn’t any place for anything above a rat to station itself at, but Zeus readily called it her momentary ‘home’ and thus so would Ares.

Whilst approaching the entrance with a silent jut of her chin for the drug dealer to follow her steps, the she-god’s sharp mind began whipping through scenarios like lightning in a bottle, still continuing her stride down the smog-filled street, her lithe form hunched ever so slightly, gloved bony claws now stuffed carelessly in the pockets of her midnight black leather jacket. Neon pinks and blues cast an eerie glow over her ironed fuliginous locks, the golden triangles she wore as earrings dangling from her lobulus auriculae carelessly. She was strange enough in appearance that night, and the ethereal lights only cast her in a far stranger shadow. Her eyelids half covered her burning charcoal eyes as she bid a good night to the bulbous man who worked the counter, dismissing his question about if he needed to bring down condoms to her room “on the house” and she even remained physically aloof as she fit her key into room 104 of the motel and pushed the door open, motioning for Minho to enter first.

The man had willfully allowed the deranged and spiteful god to train him and Zeus had pressed for the sharing of living space for as long as the training continued and she was to keep the younger individual under her jurisdiction -- loosely speaking, considering the man’s demeanor and the woman's lack of general interest. He was a brute, but brutality was what she desired and required for her plans and what she lacked in physique, Minho readily accommodated ... though his behavior would prove to be a challenge to subdue. A smirk played on the woman’s countenance at the thought, her lips curling into a Cheshire grin at the challenge she presented herself, bowing in an overplayed manner and holding her hands towards the Febreeze-tainted insides of the motel room as if escorting herself - the king of gods - into the cheap pit from hell.

“After you. You must surely be tired from being bed-ridden for so long. It’s still a surprise you came to my realm at all. After our last encounter, I had imagined you’d go and beat the whole legislature half to death and taken it for your own.” Rubbing at her right forearm in remembrance of their first meeting in the foggy streets of underground Seoul, Zeus chuckled in a pleased manner. “I am glad you are here, however. I cannot lie regarding such.” Almost as if she were a mere peddler selling her wares that were her interests and intentions, her tone picked up into a lively allegro from its husky drone.

“You have much to learn and,  I, much to teach you. Now if you would be so kind as to drop your things somewhere in the room, I’d be obliged -- no, enthralled. After you’re acquainted with the present setting, you may ask me anything that may be concerning you. I’m sure someone of your temperament must have many issues troubling you.”

With how many times the boy found himself in a bar, he felt like he needed to open one himself. It’d be easier, he could make money, and as a bar owner he could have as much to drink as he wanted. This trip was different than his usual “get shitfaced” one; unbelievably he was here for business this time. However, business always went more smoothly with a bit of alcohol in the system, and with that mindset he decided to down a shot while he waited for his potential new partner.

While he had to pose as someone interested in the new drug on the market, he was also genuinely curious about the effects of it. The Organisation wanted him to look into the buyers and sellers of this narcotic, just in case it was anything to do with their field. However, Yoongi had mostly decided that whether this had to deal with a deity or not, he was going to let it slide. Perhaps it was his old street mentality of not squealing on others breaking through again. Regardless, it seemed he found the main distributor through old connections. Now all he had to do was wait for him to show up.

Hera, the queen of the gods. Loved and feared. The life she lived was filled with gold, with the beauty that compliments her own, people fear her and so did gods. She was ruthless and would not sit still till she got her own revenge. But life, it happened and she was born as an immortal who lives as a mortal. 

And truth be told, she liked living her life as a mortal. For now, she clearly does. She lives among them and serves them. Instead of them serving her. And for Hera herself, as Bora, she lives her friday nights get rid of the stress from all her work. Meet new people and lose herself with the music and the crowd. 

Bora came into the bar with her friends, letting them hit the dance floor and hope to find the right men who they can spend more than just one night with but Bora, she just sits on the stool and orders herself a drink. How can she not enjoy watching the people dance their problems away and see how possibly Eros have put something into their drink for them to grind up against each other and make out in the dark. "I'd like to have a glass of Sea Breeze, please." Bora orders a little too excitedly, not knowing what the rest of the night has in store for her.