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Vision hazy from the alcohol and flashing lights, but her instincts were sharp. She turned and grabbed the other Goddess’s arm. Freya drunkenly placed a kiss on her lips. Lazy lips slipped off and kissed her neck. Fingers tightened around her arm as the club tried to pull the two apart. Freya’s head fell down, lips just gracing across Aphrodite’s chest, leaving a hot breath upon the flesh.
A clubber pressed against her back and the war goddess blinked. Eyes shifted over to one of the entrances and noted an influx of twenty-somethings entering. She looked up at Dite, “We should get out of here before I break an arm,” she suggested.
She tries to complete the embrace, tries to use her other arm make one whole out of the two halves of them. But instead the crowd becomes riptides that splash and pull at their backs. There’s too much alcohol in her system, too many lights bearing down. She’d much rather be anywhere than here, now that she’d become acquainted with Freya’s mouth.
Through the current of bodies ‘Dite lends a hand. Long fingers stretching, brushing against their counterpart’s. She grasps at them with a grin, which quickly changes to a musical laugh,
‘ Oh, please do! Make this a bit more exciting, would you?. ‘
