Family Business (ERIS)

[Night]

Night couldn't believe it. First, after arriving to Athea, he found Marina, transformed into a statue. His demi-goddess friend whom he thought died all those years ago by a gorgon was, in fact, only turned to stone by it. And now, he heard his sister Eris was in town. He didn't know any of his siblings decided to come down on mortal grounds. He supposed it was just not their thing. Night had a reason beyond the simple desire to be worshiped again, he fed on blood. But if one of them was to come down here, surely it was Eris. Life is was certainly more interesting for the goddess here, a lot more people to mess around and definitely more parties to go to.

Night first thought going to her temple and see her but he knew his sister shall never be found in there, not a night at least. He might not be very close of his siblings, but he knew better than finding a troublemaker where she should stay. Perhaps if he was to come during the day, but it was impossible for Night, not unless he wanted every inch of his body burned to a crisp. He had no chance to find her in there. He still went, just to look at her temple from the outside. Very much like her, especially the spears put as a fence. He thought about his own, was it like him? He believed so, especially with the fact there was no window nor electricity, light coming only from candles. He didn't stay very long in front of Eris' temple though. Temples, he had seen plenty in his life and he didn't come here only to see a pile of rock put together into a building. He had a good idea where he could find his sister: Dionysus' Square. Where else can you go to and have fun all night long? Still, it had several bars and clubs of all kind and looking at them all would take more than one night. Night decided to go to the biggest, most famous one first: the Intoxicated Vine. Sooner or later, she'd come in here obviously. No other establishment of the sort in town was as big and provided this many music and booze. Night simply supposed if she was to party, she'd go here.

As he entered, he tried to scan the room but it was too crowded, he simply couldn't recognize anyone. He walked to the bar and ordered some wine before looking once more all around him. There was too many people there for him to notice just one person. Besides, he knew his sister was able to change shape to her liking which was not helping him out. He found himself a spot where he had a rather good point of view of the entire place. Maybe he'd find her like this.

[Eris]

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Eris was quite taken with The Intoxicated Vine. It had just the right mixture of the ancient and modern world to suit her tastes. She might, she thought, make this a frequent stop. How lucky she had been to discover it. It was a big, apparently popular place in the middle of Dionysus' Square. Inside, it was pure cacophony. Just the way she liked it. She, being the Goddess of strife, lived for discord. And discord was often, although definitely not always, fueled by alcohol.

The Goddess herself had been downing pure, unadulterated vodka. She didn't care for ambrosia or the other drinks favored by the Gods, instead choosing hard liquor. It didn't affect her as it would a human, although she distantly felt its affects. But she could feel the intoxication radiating off the humans. They were so susceptible to influence. Their malleability was one of the things about them she found so intriguing. Eris was not the demon who delighted in human bloodshed that the rumors made her out to be. She was, in fact, quite fond of humans. Their bloodshed was, she had to admit, fascinating. But she only spilled it if she got caught up in the moment, let her nature get the best of her.

Eris took a moment to survey the crowd whose influenced state was pulsing into the back of her brain. Their thoughts were written plainly across their faces. They may have not been familiar, but the loosening of inhibitions was universal. The humans all wore similar expressions. There might have been a God or two mixed in, it was hard to tell with how much she herself had been drinking. It numbed her ability to sense energies by a little. But she was sure there was a God, and close.

She stepped away from the group she'd been standing with, who were beginning to play a drinking game. Normally, she'd be all for joining in, but she wanted to see the face behind the energy. It had seemed a little... familiar. Closer to her own. But it couldn't be... could it? A relative of hers? She wasn't aware any of her relatives were... oh. It could very well be Night. She had heard that he might be here, but hadn't had any confirmation of the rumor. She wasn't sure how she'd heard it, either, was it from someone she'd met in Athea? It was possible... but unimportant right now.

Yes, she was now sure it was Night, as she caught another whiff of his distinct energy. She wasn't too close to her siblings in general, but the dark God had always been her favorite. Eris hadn't talked to him in far too long, which was probably how she'd managed to move to this village without knowing he lived here.

She saw him! Yes, he looked the same as always, tall and dark. He did look a little bit like her, when she was in her natural state -- which she was in currently, except for her hair, which was ever-so-slightly curlier than normal. It was something that tended to happen when she drank. Eris didn't know how or why, but whenever she drank, her hair would curl right up. It currently hung in dark ringlets down her back -- they had the same hair color, and something else, something less tangible. Perhaps it was the facial shape or the eye color, but they were recognizable as siblings.

"Night!" she exclaimed, shouting to be heard over the din of the Intoxicated Vine. "Night, over here!" She finally pushed past a grinding couple and flung herself around him in a sisterly hug. Eris was a hugger. "Oh my God, Night, hi!"

[Night]

Night knew he made no mistake coming in here. Already could he feel the presence of a god. It was close, in the room. Night was ready to bet everything ti was his sister. The energy coming from the god was familiar, something he sensed many times before. And since he rarely teamed up with other gods, it had to be Eris. She just couldn't resist a place like this.

Night sensed the energy coming closer. She was there and moving in his direction. He looked around, searching for a face he might recognize. Some women looked at him in return, but nothing that matched his love/hate relation with his sibling. He had to find elsewhere for her. At least, of all his family members, it was Eris who came down. She was rather entertaining and her anger matched his own when they let both it loose. She also was among the few gods who saw nothing terrible in him drinking human's blood. He always assumed it was because she didn't like godly food and drink herself as much as the strong liquors found on mortal grounds. In a way, it was best she was the one sibling of his down here with him. Although a god of revenge might be good for him at the moment. He sure wished revenge on whoever turned Marina to stone and had him believe she was dead. But, for now, his friend was far in his mind as he tried to find Eris.

He didn't have to look very long for she found him. As the music went slightly softer, he heard her voice not very far from him. He turned around gazing at every face, analyzing them to see which one was Eris'. He was glad to find out she kept her usual shape, it made it much easier for him to recognize her in the crowd. He made a few steps as she walked his way. Before he could stop her, she hugged him. Night never was all too good with hugs unlike her but let her do it. Anyway, it didn't last long.

Night took a look at his sister. He noticed the curls in her hair. He seemed to recall something she told her about, something to do with alcohol. He shrugged the thought off. Eris was big enough to drink as much as she liked. Plus, they needed to drink a lot more booze than humans to pass out or even just look drunk. Anyone trying to match them at such game would simply die.

The music went back to its usual cacophony. Night touched his glass to propose a drink to his sister. At the bar, they'd be able to talk better than here obviously. If being tall and well built had its advantage, to walk in a crowd it wasn't the best. Night was forced to push away some people in order to get to the bar and order another glass of red wine. As he thought, the music was not as strong over there. "What will you take this time?" he asked his sister. He knew she loved to drink and probably had tried everything the world had to offer in terms of drinks and cocktails. But he couldn't tell which one was her favorite.