It was almost like Tea had said it so that Eris would ask her. She hoped that she hadn’t, that she’d said it as a simple gesture to prevent Eris from wasting her time but…surely there was a small part of her that knew them and knew Eris and knew she’d make that kind of offer. It seemed a silly thing to always go back to whatever it was that had happened between them but the Goddess within saw Eris, saw how she could be, and saw a tremendous amount of beauty in the chaos she could bring, it was no simple feat, it was divine effort. Unfortunately the mortal mind of Tea as it was now couldn’t quite explain it to herself the way her true self would have been able to.
“Sharing sounds a little like asking for trouble,” Tea responded, still holding the bottle but entirely enamored by the pure darkness of Eris’ stunning hair and the fullness of her eyes. “We can behave though, just a few drinks,” she told herself allowed, nodding softly. “Your place is closer.” Besides, that way work would force the both of them to leave if things did get messy. Eris to class and Tea to make sure she was home in time for her live sessions. “I’ll pay.”
So she did, slowly passing the woman, allowing their forms to graze one another as she did, and placing the bottle on the counter for the person working to run it through. They’d been staring at the interaction, as innocent as it was, but maybe people just knew deep down when two Gods stood before them.
The toxicity of whatever relationship she and Aphrodite go through is what draws Eris in over and over again. Surely once Ares finds out, she’s probably in for a hell of a ride but that’s future-her problems. Besides, once everything’s back to normal -- and she will make damn sure that everything will go back to normal -- it could be something to laugh at. For now, it’s something that keeps her bed warm at night or when they’re fighting, something that gets her blood pressure up there. It’s exhilarating and maybe that’s why mortals used to fawn all over the goddess. Beauty by its physical form is what catches them but the hook -- that’s what Eris misses when there’s no one there to argue with in all hours of the night.
“Well. You know me. I like trouble,” she counters, eyeing the bottle like it’s the gateway to what fun the night could bring. The smile she throws at the other is purely innocent -- for now. “Behave,” Eris repeats, the irony of the word tasting sweet on her tongue. “Only good girls can behave. Are you saying you’re a good girl?” Her head tilts with the question as if her curiosity hasn’t already been answered with nights shared together. “My place then,” she nods. At least she’ll make an evening out of it.
As Aphrodite passes her, Eris doesn’t hide the way her eyes follow the goddess. Her focus shifts towards the cashier and knowing the looks they throw at them, she can only wonder what goes on in that mind -- and so she voices it. “Are you looking for a three way,” Eris asks the employee. “I’m only down if she’s down but I don’t think we can all share the bottle.”
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