Poseidon made his way in ever so slow a manner towards the open bar. He had a deep seeded desire for some wine, which often was not something he tended to enjoy much anymore these days. He found such drinks worthy only of truly happy times, and since their fall he’d halted from the mere sight of it. For whatever reason this party was constructed and the family gathered however, he felt a need for it this day to calm his nerves. At the very least he could try to utilize the occasional sip to quiet his own tongue against potentially expressed insults.
He ensured not to knock over any of the servants, of move in their way. He had gained far more manners since his downfall from the full status of a god. Why shouldn’t he? He felt their arrogance, pride, and vanity finally got the best of them in their consistent quarrels. They were so human to begin with in all their treacheries, the greatest of ironies was bound to fall upon them. The day it did he was perhaps the only one to say within his mind, it’s not like I didn’t see this coming.
He strode in a kind manner towards the bar and quickly took a seat atop one of the high stools. He felt that if there was an immediate need for his voice to be heard or his eyes to be embraced his family would seek him out. Until then he would do all he could to prevent a conflict. He tapped the counter a single time offering the fair satyr a smile as he ordered himself a martini. It didn’t take long for the simple drink to be constructed, and it was soon delivered to him in the manner he often enjoyed. The idea of tiny umbrellas always made him smile just a bit. Mortals were so keen on tiny details.
He wrapped his fingers around the base of the glass with ever so gentle a grasp. The bottom glass plate lifted from the fine wooden counter as he brought the drink up to his lips. He pressed the glace to them then took a small inhale. The drink smelled wonderful. He then tipped the glass back a little and took a sip to taste its flavor. In full the drink was pleasing. He then took a larger sip taking half of the glass’ contents down before placing the glass back upon the counter top. He offered the satyr that made it a small nod of approval along with a brief swirl of his left index finger which was meant to imply for the satyr to keep them coming as Poseidon drank them down.
He had little desire to get drunk, as that more often than not lead to heated heads. Still, if the drinks would calm his tongue for the duration of the evening he would ensure he always had a fresh one in his grasp. As he turned a little feeling the presence of his brother his stomach wrenched a little. Hera was as lovely as always. He often felt some form of remorse and pity for her place and status. While it displeased him in a subtle manner that she despised his brother so, he took far more solace in the fact that she would sometimes support Poseidon’s perspectives, if at least to further annoy Zeus.
He took notice that Hera saw him, and with that he knew it would soon begin. Her voice offered itself to the air of the room, targeting him with an attempt to greet. “Poseidon?” His ears rang from the calling as she, with a smile, tugged Zeus after her. “How is the lovely Amphitrite?” He heard her offer in addition as she drew closer, almost near to him. He took one last swig of his first drink, finishing it off, before turning around to greet her in turn. He offered the finest of smiles he could bear with his brother so near. If it had only been Hera and Zeus had been tied up, figuratively or literally, the evening would probably have been unstained.
Before he could offer his worded reply he heard Zeus chime in with his usual condescension and clever stings. "Yes, Dear Brother. I've been wondering about her all this time. Have you worked that fish smell from her yet?" Poseidon took but a brief moment to himself within his mind to calm the words that so desired to burst forth from his lips. With that initial greeting from his brother he would have loved to do nothing other than knock him on his prideful ass, but he had made a promise to his love. He would not risk what is important, and until he knew what important event(s) were to unfold, he could not so openly risk them in ignorance.
“Lovely Hera, my how stunning you are this evening.” His initial reply focused upon Hera, and Hera alone as if to imply that she had far more value than Zeus. In Poseidon’s eyes as long as Zeus continued to treat her in so horrid a fashion it was so. He knew deep within he had done his own fair share of flirting and sleeping around during his time as a god so long ago. The main difference now was that he had chosen his wife, his true love, to embrace every night since there fall where as Zeus had not even considered holding back on his persistent lusts.
“Ah brother, I do so apologize. Be you here of your own will, or does your wife drag you everywhere these days?” He’d taken notice of the small, brief quarrel the two had shared as Hera made her way towards Poseidon. He’d return his brothers insult with no more or less than the insults pressed towards him. The sting towards himself was more of a sting upon both he and his lovely wife, and though the true equivalence would have been to offer such a statement to scorn both Zeus and Hera, he felt no reason why she should be treated so. Besides, it was so much easier to pinch Zeus’s nerves because of his ever standing, and god like pride that still had yet to diminish.