Now who would have thought a smart ass, in both words and her actually rear end, would be in some whole in the wall fancy watered down coffee shop. He looked at the feline slinking from behind her caged counter and purring commands at him. Nice, Hermes smiled, even if she did steal his thunder right away.
With one last tug on Asclepius, pulling his limp arm over his shoulder, Hermes made sure to show off his strong male chest. Ok, ok, he knew with an old man hanging from his alcohol drenched and jungle smut clothes he might not be at his best. But then maybe she had an imagination. With the help of Maria, Hermes sat the old card playing scotch sucking doctor in a chair.
When the Doc was sitting and mostly upright, Hermes having to catch him only once, the messenger god turned to the waitress and gave her a strong message. Using his wolf like smile, a quick lick of his lips and a fire in his eyes, he ordered. “Coffee. That’s why we came.” Hermes fought the urge to wink at her almost as much as the urge to offer her sparkles for her rather nice tits.
But he couldn’t keep the grin off his face until he sat down. Then looking across the room he saw…no way. There sitting sipping something hot was the Mother of the Earth, Demeter. No shit. Hermes thought not sure she had seen him. He turned and rolled his eyes to the hot coffee server. Athene’s spider might not have ratted him out but his luck had him slop right into the breadbasket. But it was just coffee right? He watched the hottie go and bring back the mugs.
No reason for him to hide, Hermes let his eyes wonder over the slinking thing. He completed his task like he always does. He just had to take some time and sober up the old fuck. And if he needed a story how about the old fool didn’t like to fly so a few shots were in order. How was he to know the guy couldn’t hold it?
Hermes let his eyes and the rest of him drink in the…coffee, right coffee.