Punch and Conversation
@mphades
Hera having left his side to go and have some conversation with some people she knew, Zeus was wandering around the party on his own. With his right hand casually being pocketed into his pants the god emitted this particular aura which gave others the idea like he owned the place itself. Glancing around as he looked for familiar faces -which he wanted to talk to because sadly enough he spotted a lot of familiar faces who he didn’t want to talk to- he eventually was able to find one.
Spotting no one less but his older brother standing on his own over at the punch table, the former King of Olympus decided that he should go over to say hello. He’d only briefly said hello to his brother before, when he was going around the party with his wife on his arm. So he didn’t get the proper time yet to truly talk to Hades. “My dearly beloved brother,” Zeus mocked the moment Hades was able to hear him. His gaze travelling over Hades’ rather unique choice of costume for the night, he grinned. “I must say that the green hair suits you. This should be your usual attire.” Coming to an halt at his brother’s left side Zeus easily picked up a still clean cup so he could fill it with some of the Halloween punch for himself.
Knowing full well who his brother was dressed as tonight Zeus did find it strange and usual that Hades wasn’t accompanying his wife tonight. But instead of commenting about it the god merely continued with filling his cup.