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Pluto waits for the line to thin out, head pillowed by his arms whilst the pounding behind his temple fail to subside. A voice catches his attention, and he’d be too tired to actually acknowledge anyone at this state, but the smell of caffeine perks him up just a bit.

“Oh thank fucking heavens,” he practically moans, reaching out to take his first sip. “I need to repay you still. What do you want? Shoes? Money? My first born?” 

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“i know you’re not who you expected this morning but…” hebe raised the extra coffee cup in her hand. “it looks like you need this. they messed up my first order so they gave it to me for free so you don’t owe me anything anyways. please take it.”

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“I’m afraid wishing won’t help my situation.” Nemesis said, rather bitterly for someone who must have thought she was some stranger. She knew herself and knew just how rotten she could get to thinking, but as all hope continually diminished, it felt like a slap in the face to her once she really began thinking about things just going back to normal due to a certain wish.

“I’d be remiss if I thought something as simple as a wish could solve my problems.” Uttering a short sigh after her words, she turned to Plutus, gaining her short appreciation for them. “You know…perhaps you should pocket the change, that might bring you more luck in the wish department. Things don’t just happen, you have to act on them.”

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Pluto stands there awkwardly with his arm outstretched and his hand full of coins. He should have read the room before offering but there’s always something in him that tells the man to share his blessings. Besides, what would he do with coins other than use it for wishing fountains? Something about the action of it relaxes him and he’s kind of sure that his parents used to do it with him.

He offers the stranger an apologetic smile, slowly lowering his arm and pocketing the rest of the coins though he does have plans to use it for the fountain. “I’m sorry,” he tries though he doesn’t know what the woman is going through. “If it’s any consolation, I can wish twice as hard for you.” Pluto makes a point of throwing in a couple more coins. “But if you can have whatever you want, with a flick of your wrist, what would it be? Actions are hard. Wishing is easy.”

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          Cerberus rarely felt like she fit in at the club, she was almost always there, of course, but she missed how things were before. The Underworld may have been just as crowded but it had a certain kind of order to the chaos, the club felt orderless, controlled but not ordered, and so sometimes she just had to get away from it, pull herself together. The cool breeze of the evening always calmed her, the scent of Athens on her nose.

           That was peace was interrupted, though it occasionally was so she had no irritation for the person who came out. The guy probably needed a break himself, so Cerberus nodded, pushing off the wall and walking over to him. “Yeah,” she answered, drawing a lighter from her back pocket that was silver with a hound engraved on it. “I don’t smoke though. Tastes like trash,” she explained, not necessarily a judgement but more of an explanation as to why she was declining. 

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The alcohol that swims in his system helps warms Pluto up against the night winds but he wants something stronger. Hopefully the cigarette would help sober him up just a bit so he’d be ready for whatever anyone else offers him. He’s responsible when it comes to what he puts in his body but there’s always that wish for something that would fill up the emptiness he feels inside. Pluto’s not sure where it comes from, but there’s always that longing for more.

Thankful that the stranger has what he needs, he’s about to offer one of his sticks when she explains her stance on cigarettes. Pluto quickly pockets his pack, lights the tip of his and inhales with a shudder as the smoke makes its way through his lungs and back out again. “Yeah it does,” he agrees though the hypocrisy isn’t lost on him. “So tell me, gorgeous. What’s your poison? I’m sure at a place like this, we can find anything we need.”

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nobiliscaeca​:

   “and if i have no wishes?” she responded, he wasn’t meant to die here so the least she could do is make sure he doesn’t. clio still kept an odd distance though, she wasn’t sure what would be crossing the line versus just walking it. he hadn’t hurt himself yet which was a fair sign, her mouth opened ready to state she had no means for money but he continued to talk. drunk beings were so… unamusing. clio walked to where she’d seen him toss the chain, surly his state now would not be the best to remind him people are watching even when he thinks he’s alone. “you can’t come down, at all by yourself?” the muse finally questioned, staring long and rather coldly up at him, the chain he spoke of she held.

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“Surely you have something you want,” Pluto is surprised at the way the stranger voices it with no hesitation. He’s never met anyone with such certainty and for wanting things nonetheless. The man has always lived a life satisfying every desire, every wish and to meet someone who had none? Unheard of. “Everyone wants something. Come on. What’s your price? New dress? New phone? New car? I can give you the world if you’d let me.” The rambles of a drunken man should always be ignored but Pluto knows there’s some grain of truth in his words. He keeps his eyes on her, the surprised ‘o’ of his mouth morphing into a grateful smile when he sees the other go for his chain. Though there’s still tension there, it’s easily ignored while the tequila still swims through his system. “I mean I can but I don’t think I’d look good with a cast on.”

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the smile on pluto’s lips had hermes relaxing further back into the couch. that oh so familiar smile.. he wanted to kiss it off him. a laugh left him as he nodded. “i have seen him around but i’ve seen better abs. or you can look at the real thing on me,” he teased the other, sending him a wink. “you could have such more interesting people here, ones that are real and don’t need to paint on abs.”

with the god so close, hermes let himself breath the other in. he was still the same. the god hiding inside a mortal now though. all he wanted was his god back. “are those my only options?” he teased back, reaching his arm back over the couch to gently touch the other’s shoulder. “i think i’m going to have to go for that drink. but does it have to be later? can it be now? sneak out of your own party and go some place more… quiet?” he asked, his eyes never leaving the others.

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The laughter from the other silences all the other noises of the party. Pluto looks in awe at this stranger who happens to grab his attention so quickly and catches him so unguarded. “So are you offering to take your shirt off for me?” The teasing is a little too forward, but Pluto feels that he can be comfortable around Hermes though he hasn’t spent nearly enough time for that to be true. And yet it is. “Honestly I don’t know how these people end up here. I just provide the place the alcohol and the place and they all end up coming.”

Even the slightest touch is electrifying and Pluto wants more of it. “For now,” he throws back. “If you’re good, then maybe we can open up more options for you.” His eyes glance around the hotel suite. There really isn’t anything here that’s causing him to stay other than his name on the reservation. There’s not much any of these people can steal from him anyway with his phone and wallet already in his pocket. “I’m not from around here so if you know a place,” he starts, taking a stand and offering his hand to the other. “Then I’m game.”

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Pluto finds himself waking in the park, the pounding of his head a clear indicator of the impending hangover the previous night’s party unfortunately bestowed upon him. He tosses his coat to this side and digs the heels of his palm against his temple. It does nothing to alleviate the pain from his head. Sighing, he pushes himself from the ground and staggers onto the cement walk-way, but with his eyes firmly shut, he doesn’t see the stranger he practically topples against. “I’m so sorry,” he manages out though the raspy voice scratches its way out of his throat. “Please just leave me here to die.” 

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  she walked in the shadows or was trying too, it almost took her by surprise when he called out to her, well at least one drunken being was oddly aware. not totally sure if he knew she was who she was or simply intoxicated and hyper aware of their unfortunate surroundings. glancing towards him, her arms crossed in front of her. “you did not give me a reason to help you.” clio responded ‘as a matter of fact-ly’ tone, she shouldn’t help him. if he were to fall than it was the fates, if he were to stay up there then it were the fates. or just maybe the fates were placing her there to help? the rich man better have something to offer, unlike him unaware she had her life intact.  

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Leave it to Pluto to not only get himself stuck on a tree but find someone who needs bribing to help him get down. Fortunately, in his alcohol-induced state, he’s not picky as to who comes to his rescue and if need be, he’s willing to give them whatever they want -- which is what he voices onto the stranger. “I can make your wishes come true,” he slurs, giggling a bit to himself at the wording. “How much will it take? I got some cash in me. You can have it.” A smarter man would be a little less vocal about their financial means in public, but Pluto’s never been one to actually care. “Actually, if I add in a little more, would you be able to pass me the chain I accidentally tossed onto one of those bushes over there?”

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luckyhermes​:

a small shiver ran down his spine as his ex lover said his name once again. the last time he remembered that was too long ago in a hallway outside the party. gods he loved this man and he had no idea who he was. hermes had never been worthy. “well… i am having a fun time. better now actually. i made my rounds but no one was as interesting as you.” which was the truth. he only had eyes on plutus tonight. 

hermes drank from his glass slowly, his eyes never leaving the other man. he was so different yet the same. the biggest difference was this pluto looked tired. like being mortal drained everything out of him. he wanted him to be full of life like he used to be.. “can i be honest with you? i didn’t come with anyone. i had heard about your parties and i… i might have snuck in.”

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Pluto smiles -- actually smiles -- and feels himself enjoying the other’s presence. He preens at the compliment and gets comfortable on the couch. “Oh? Well I’m not sure about that. Have you seen the guy that’s been going around showing everyone his abs?” The man in question walks past by them and Pluto tilts his head with a smirk on his features. “I heard that they’re painted on. Thankfully for him my lights are dim enough to hide the fact.”

He nudges in closer, eyes drinking Hermes in slowly. There’s a nagging thought in the back of his head about the familiarity that surges, but it’s pushed aside for later. “You snuck in?” Pluto’s eyes shine with mirth as he tries to hold in his laughter. “Hm. That’s a rather serious offense,” he teases. “I think we would have to let the authorities deal with that. Or you can get a drink with me some time after this. Dealer’s choice.” 

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Maybe it’s an exhibition kink or maybe it’s the thrill of someone finding Plutus take what’s his, but he no longer cares about the thought of someone walking in on them. They have seen worse and at that point, he’s too far gone in his arousal to even think about anything but the body that’s pliant underneath his touch. Scissoring his fingers to open up Hermes even more, Plutus quickens his pace, with each snap of his wrist pushing him to go faster. With just how vocal the god is, he feels himself with the need to ravage him then and there. Pulling out, he’s swift to replace his fingers with the head of his cock, angling himself so he can push in, inch by inch. “είσαι δικός μου,” he manages out. “μην το ξεχασεις.” 

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opulchra​:

    a cheeky smile crept onto his face, if you didn’t learn to accept your infamous tale then you would go insane. so narcissus simply allowed all of them to speak as they did. “yes and i can say truthfully it was time needed. i find facial hair is much better fitting for myself.”

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“I can agree with you on that.” Plutus leans against his chair and really takes in the man at his table. “You’re not like other humans, are you,” he questions, though it’s more of a remark. “So -- Narcissus was it? What say you about the company of gods and goddesses? Frankly speaking, which one has caught your eye tonight?”

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the-dionysus​:

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Dionysus gave a cheeky grin, sipping his drink before responding. ‘Are you saying that all the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus are not to your taste?’ The God questioned, knowing that there must be someone who could tempt Plutus. ‘Come on, pick one. Anyone.’ 

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“Perhaps I hold a different standard.” His thoughts flit to one Olympian God in particular but of course, Plutus doesn’t voice his name. Instead, he mimics Dionysus’ grin as he makes a show of taking a good look around the room they’re in. “Aphrodite,” he finally says because she is always the easiest choice. “Unless you’re volunteering.” 

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Plutus angles his jaw, lets Hermes make his mark. He rids the god of his own pants, both now half dressed in the hallway. With a wave of his wrist, he conjures lubricant to coat his fingers, already teasing his way down. Plutus pushes Hermes’ legs apart with a nudge of his foot, spreading him even wider. Lips latches onto the other’s neck as finger finds the puckered hole, pushing in the tip of his digit. “You’re going to be good for me, my love?” He makes his own mark and moves to make another as he pumps in a full finger. “I’ve missed you,” the admittance comes with another finger, slowly opening Hermes up. 

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The gala is a little tame for his taste. Plutus would have had a grandeur vision but since he isn’t the one hosting, he holds his comments. Sat at a table, he picks at the choice for table cloth when he gains a companion. Not wanting to be rude, he returns the smile. “I know of you,” Plutus eyes the man and nods as if he likes what he sees. “I now understand the fascination with your reflection.”

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   he snaked his way through the crowd, narcissus was all but one. he didn’t have the greatest rep and honestly the idea of him being at one of these was weirdly surprising, at least he wasn’t drinking up his own reflection. swiping a glass from a passing server he plopped at a table, a large smile to the company. “hello there, i’m narcissus.”

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worstnemesis​:

“Tell me about it!” Nemesis interjected, her own scorn clearly visible on her distraught expression. “I absolutely cannot believe the nerve of the mortals, forgetting who we are, then not realizing the pain and suffering we’ve gone through, on their behalf. And yet…nothing, we get nothing from them.” She felt anger grow within her core as she let out a heavy breath.

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Plutus is grateful that he finds someone that shares his sentiments. While he is usually apathetic at worst, agreeable at best towards mortals -- especially those that pray for wealth -- his current conditions render him irritable. “They ask to be blessed and we get what? Nothing. They’re weak-willed and weak-minded and we’re supposed to aid in their little affairs.” Plutus fails to hide the disdain in his voice. “Maybe we should do something about it.”

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“Hermes,” Plutus groans out as he’s cupped through his pants. The music from the party still plays through the hallway, but his own symphony comes in the form of Hermes’ words. It’s embarrassing how his hips push out towards the other’s hand, how quick he is to show his arousal. Already through with the teasing, he rids the god of his jacket before flipping him around and crowding him up against the wall. “Of course, my love. I want to fuck you,” he practically growls. “I want to open you up nice and slow.” Greedy fingers push down their pants, hissing as he cock is freed from its confines. “I want to fill you up.” 

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As his eyes search for a certain god, it lands on another that catches his attention. Plutus returns the grin, finding himself chuckling at the suggestion. “You say that as if you can find someone worthy enough to share my bed,” he points out. “My sex life is fine enough without the meddling, Dionysus.”

‘Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?’ Dionysus grinned at Plutus. ‘Tell me, when are you doing to finally agree to let me find you a sugar baby? Surely you have enough of everything to spare for some poor unfortunate horny lady?’ 

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Plutus is quick to swallow, slowing his strokes as he does so. Murmuring sweet nothings that can’t be heard with the weight in his lips, he ensures that the other finishes right in him. He pulls Hermes’ cock from his mouth, helps him back in his pants, and pushes himself to stand, instantly locking lips with the other. It’s the right side of filthy and it only makes him crave the other more. “You’re so good for me,” he says in between kisses. He moves one hand to cradle Hermes’ face and the other to loosen his own belt. Plutus is still hard in his pants and is practically aching for release. “I want you.” His voice is hoarse but the weight in his words is still there. “ορυχείο.”

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