Extravagance wasn't anything new to Matai. Long before he became a champion mixed-martial-artist, he had attended many galas and lavish parties thrown by his mother on behalf of his father or thrown by some of his father's friends, business partners and "colleagues". Of course, as extravagant as they were, they certainly didn't hold a candle to the absolute feast that was bestowed upon the godlings as a copious amount of food and drink are set upon tables and seats are gathered around the large bonfire in the middle. For the feast happening in the middle of the woods in the middle of - well, Matai actually doesn't know where they are, but it might as well be in the middle of - nowhere, it was definitely grander than some of the parties he had attended at mansions alongside his family while his father was trying to parade him around as part of the perfect family. And it had even some of the big Hollywood parties beat, too.
Glancing around the congregation of tables, looking at all of the other demigods that were seated and enjoying the festivities, he couldn't help but let his eyes land upon one he had yet to run into until now. Someone else that he knew had tasted the splendor that Hollywood had to offer and he wondered, briefly, how they thought this feast compared to it. The other part of him had wondered if, perhaps, Davon had been hiding from him - the two of them having hooked up at one party that they had both been at and had kept contact with, and occasionally got together, before their song of their blood called to them. Was Davon trying to distance himself or was he, like Matai, just busy training for the role he was prepared to take in the war that was to come?
Either way, Matai realized that now was the best time to approach. The best time to greet the other and see just where they stood. Did he want them to forget about their hookups and start anew, to leave the past in the past - as they were letting go of their claim to fame for a chance to be heroes that lived in infamy - or did he even want to acknowledge Matai's presence there? Whatever the case might be, Matai knew that he needed to know where they stood because at the end of the day, they were going to be fighting together at some point or another.
"How do you think this feast compares to the parties in Hollywood?" Matai started as he approached the younger male, a chalice of whiskey in his hands as he offered a dimpled smile to Davon. "Personally? For a party in the woods, it seems a lot grandeur than half the parties I've attended. Then again, I suppose Los Angeles is known for pretty wild parties and not necessarily grand ones, ey?"
Taking a sip from his drink, he moved to gesture in Davon's direction. "No wonder I couldn't keep my eyes off of you at that first party we attended, though. Figures that someone as beautiful as you would be the son of a God."