Padme put out both arms, gesturing the person closer. When this was over, and the gods of the game stopped feeling generous (and probably drunk on champagne behind the controls), they were all probably going to die anyway. So maybe she’d had a few drinks--and at least a dozen chocolate covered strawberries--and the mix of alcohol and sugar rush was making her reckless. But it was better than wondering what next giant goldfish/strange dangerous jumbo-pet might kill try and kill them all. 

    ❝    tell me i’m not the only one that finds this utterly disgusting.   ❞    

“talk about tacky.” zeus huffed, playing with a heart garland that had been hung across the bar counter where he was seated at. valentine’s day had never been his type of holiday and especially with recent events in mind, he didn’t really seem keen on looking for love. a distraction, however, was always welcome. anything to keep his mind off of who he should really be spending this day with (if he hadn’t messed it all up, of course). “the only GOOD thing about this is the free drinks. virtual vodka really hits you different.”

          after sitting in silence and intense concentration for the past few minutes, four breaks out into a cheer. ‘ yes ! ‘ belatedly realizing how he’s drawn attention to himself with his sudden outburst, a pink flush stains his cheeks alongside the frosting and flour that’s also made their way onto his features. ‘ sorry, i’ve been trying to nail this strawberry jam for the last few hours to nail this petit four recipe, and i think i’ve finally got it... do you want to try some ? ’

it wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy valentine’s day. quite the opposite, actually, the change in the air was always refreshing, it just made her a bit sad, and sent her searching for comfort in the bottom of a tankard. she wasn’t quite standing diagonally, yet, but she was certainly unsteady on her feet, the world spinning lazily around her, spotting hades amidst the crowd of fellow inebriates. her steps are carefully calculated to prevent herself from staggering until she’s standing behind him. “i didn’t think this was your scene,” she murmurs close to his ear, giggling and words slurring. she supposed that, usually, this wasn’t her crowd, either, but it was a special occasion. thoroughly amused with herself, she slides around to stand beside him. “maybe i’m assuming too much.”