@hephaestxs
Pan's memorial was a great excuse to gather all of the divine of New Orleans in one place. Most were here because they missed Pan, others because they wanted to network with their fellow deities. Some, however, were here merely to keep up appearances. Tezcatlipoca, as was in her nature, was here as a mixture of all three. Reminiscing about the dead satyr with one, and scoping out for his replacement with another. Of those that were here only to be seen, none was quite so obvious as Hephaestus. Smoking, properly smoking, in a shadowy booth like some simmering volcano. Fitting.
"I wasn't sure whether you'd show up," Tez said, slipping into the booth opposite Hephaestus. The thought of asking him for permission to join him hadn't crossed her mind. "Pan, more than any others was your opposite, wasn’t he?" Tez asked, tilting her head to the side, eyes drawn to the ember glow of Heph's cigar. "You're the god of technology, of higher thought, of intellect and learning. Pan was animalistic chaos." Tez shrugged, not saying anything, apart from what she insinuated. Animosity between the two of them.
“It’s not often you leave your fortress,” Tez pointed out, leaning back in the booth. “Is it all you dreamt of and more?” she asked, motioning to the dive bar around them, the deities managing to make the memorial into something of a party. It was what Pan would have wanted, supposedly.