The toxicity of whatever relationship she and Aphrodite go through is what draws Eris in over and over again. Surely once Ares finds out, she’s probably in for a hell of a ride but that’s future-her problems. Besides, once everything’s back to normal – and she will make damn sure that everything will go back to normal – it could be something to laugh at. For now, it’s something that keeps her bed warm at night or when they’re fighting, something that gets her blood pressure up there. It’s exhilarating and maybe that’s why mortals used to fawn all over the goddess. Beauty by its physical form is what catches them but the hook – that’s what Eris misses when there’s no one there to argue with in all hours of the night.
“Well. You know me. I like trouble,” she counters, eyeing the bottle like it’s the gateway to what fun the night could bring. The smile she throws at the other is purely innocent – for now. “Behave,” Eris repeats, the irony of the word tasting sweet on her tongue. “Only good girls can behave. Are you saying you’re a good girl?” Her head tilts with the question as if her curiosity hasn’t already been answered with nights shared together. “My place then,” she nods. At least she’ll make an evening out of it.
As Aphrodite passes her, Eris doesn’t hide the way her eyes follow the goddess. Her focus shifts towards the cashier and knowing the looks they throw at them, she can only wonder what goes on in that mind – and so she voices it. “Are you looking for a three way,” Eris asks the employee. “I’m only down if she’s down but I don’t think we can all share the bottle.”
Aphrodite swallowed at Eris’ counter, evident in the way her cheeks pulled in for a moment and her lips became tight. The innocent smile not enough to reduce the impact of her statement. Trouble was certainly more fun than behaving and passing the woman was challenging with that thought in mind, double as Eris’ eyes were on her. “I can be a good girl,” Tea responded but she honestly wasn’t sure how true that was. Even internally the monologue running through her mind of behaving was being replaced with Eris’ desire for chaos, the idea she liked trouble, and Tea liked it too. Trouble was so much more fun.
Placing the bottle down on the counter her eyes lifted to the woman standing there, the employee eyeing them still as Eris spoke, taunting them a little by simply knowing the likelihood of what was in their mind. It was taunting Aphrodite too, even as the woman became obviously flustered, trying to respond to Eris but getting nothing out. She was sure that Eris’ was enjoying the cashiers response, but even more so the byproduct of her intentions in taunting Tea. Maybe that’s why it was so fun, Tea was so easy to influence.
“No, I wasn’t - that’s 85.74€,” the woman behind the wooden counter stated, red cheeked and avoiding either woman’s gaze. Bella leaned forward however, sweet and gently rounded breasts pushing together to create a distinct amount of cleavage as she did, eyes trying to seek out the cashiers. “Miss -,” the cashier said, eyes moving from Bella and back to Eris. “I was not thinking about that.”
Bella pulled some cash from her pocket and pushed it forward, “it’s all I’m thinking about now.” Especially because the cashier was pretty, not nearly as much as Eris or herself but certainly someone who presented themselves well. “And she’s...she’s very good,” Tea complimented, gently moving her hips behind her from side to side, trying to draw Eris closer to their conversation. “It’s almost addictive” - almost.
