CLOSED STARTER || artemis rhea ( @ohartemis ) LOCATION: symposia sky house TIMESTAMP: heteraidia festival – fifth day ; nighttime
Personally speaking, Prometheus had found going to Symposia’s for the sake of networking to be dubious. After all, underneath the friendly guise was still an effort strengthen your grip of power and advance you forward. For Prometheus, it was work all the same, and they were never really the biggest fan of mixing fun with work.
( Not that Symposia was their ideal definition of fun in any capacity. Prometheus didn’t normally find music on ear shattering level, and neither was getting into the hot tub with people who were so drunk that even Prometheus could feel the hangover that was waiting when the sun rise. But, well, that was an entirely different story. )
Artemis, however, disagreed, and she proceeded to spend a good amount of time trying to convince them to go until Prometheus finally relented. That was a decision that they started to regret as they watch the yet another round of drinks arriving at the table they were currently occupying, when Prometheus themself was still tending their previous one. “I think we have enough for the night, don’t you think?” Prometheus asked as they try to grab the drink before Artemis could reach for it. “At this rate you’re going to wake up with a killer migraine.”