It wasn’t often she went to these formal dos, mixing and mingling with the ‘cream’ of Olympian society. She saved that for Hades as part of his ‘royal duties’ and what not. The induction of a new Goddess into the pantheon, however, was a different story. Protocol demanded they both be there, a fact Hecate rued as Hades right hand woman.
Which meant nearly two hours of speeches and hot air blowing while the Goddess-to-be was on display like the world’s most uncomfortable art piece. Clipsy or something, she’d heard her name was.
The only thing that really made up for the long winded speeches of the ceremony itself was the free booze afterward. Hera always did stock the top shelf liquor for these after-parties, something she was going to take up wholeheartedly.
The Witch Goddess was already into her third glass of Chardonnay when she’d spotted the Goddess in question managing to give Hera the slip, retreating to a mercifully empty balcony outside. Might as well go introduce herself…
“Suffocating, isn’t it?” Hecate said a few minutes later, walking up to the newly minted Goddess with a spare glass in hand. “Nothing like a crowd of kiss-asses to suck all the air out of a room. Good thing you’re immortal now.”
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