This Is Such an Epic Fail [Open]

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There came a time in every girl’s life when she stopped, thought about just how difficult things had been as of late, and the girl had no choice but to decide, “You know what? I give up.” Obviously, this could mean a great number of things, including things that might end with said girl kissing this world goodbye. Fortunately, Hermia Liberty Kaligaris’ reaction to realizing that she just didn’t care anymore was hardly so drastic. Honestly, her situation was hardly even worth committing suicide over, it was merely the most frustrating thing she had ever dealt with since she became a lesbian whore…and before then it had been realizing that her true love and best friend had both utterly betrayed her…come to think of it, how on earth had she managed to avoid running for cover in a bar up until now.

She didn’t even bother not looking nice today. Damnit, Hermia adored modern fashions and the fact that she had been trying so hard to be as unattractive as possible had been absurd and just made her miserable and didn’t even work to deter her admirers anyway. So they wanted to make utter fools of themselves? Fine, they could go ahead…well, actually, no, she was absolutely tired of being fawned over the way that she was. This was just so utterly exhausting and she hadn’t had a truly intelligent conversation in months and if any total stranger proposed to her once more, she was sure that she would scream bloody murder…and hopefully not commit any.

So there she was, in the middle of this club, not even enjoying the music like she normally would…not really enjoying anything, actually. She was just waiting for her drink and pretending that she didn’t hear it when everyone flirted with her. Perhaps with time she would simply learn to tune it all out and be the ultimate hermit…was that ever the sound of the world’s most pathetic existence.

The next thing she knew, there were about three glasses of alcohol in front of her, and sure to be more if people kept on ordering drinks for her, and the bartender was fighting with this one girl who had been weeping over a breakup before Hermia had entered. And the worst part was that Hermia had lost all energy to stop them from behaving like absolute idiots over her. She had been doing this since New Year’s for the gods’ sake, and it never worked! What was the point? It seemed like there was nothing she could do but try to drink enough that this could somehow stop seeming like a horrendous fate.

[aphrodite]

Aphrodite, for her part, was content to spend a night out being fawned over by strangers. It wasn't an unusual occurrence for her. Call it what you will, but the dark-eyed goddess was quite used to having rooms full of mortals fall at her feet, ready to satisfy her every whim. Yes, it sometimes grew tedious. Really, mortal men so often lacked imagination. Creativity is the spice of life, you know. Still, it was nice to know she was in fact appreciated, and that her efforts weren't likely to go to waste. Tonight, apparently, was a different story. Her attention was drawn to a younger girl sitting morosely at the bar, with an array of drink in front of her and what seemed like the entire patronage of the little club vying for her attention. Well. This simply would not do.

Strolling over, she dropped herself onto the stool next to the girl, just watching the scene for now. Men and women alike were fawning over this little one. How very amusing. It appeared that the bartender was quite disgusted by the actions of a pretty little blonde a few chairs away. She’d been perfectly distraught over being dumped by her latest flame as of three minutes ago. Now she was most displeased with the fact that the dark haired mortal girl on Aphrodite’s left seemed to pay no mind to her.

“You’re new to all this, I would assume?” she asked conversationally, leaning her elbows against the counter. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it, dear. It becomes easier to handle as time goes on.” Picking up her glass carefully, she sipped at her drink, appearing almost bored with this whole thing. Well, really. Mortals could be so overdramatic. This wasn’t anything at all to be upset about! A little step in the right direction, and this pretty little thing could have the entire school under her thumb. Well, that was all about to be handled. She’d be learning from the best in the business, afterall.

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There were, of course, times in the past couple of years (er, couple of millenia and two years? She often was unsure if she could count the time lost in her journey to Salem) where she really wished she could have a nice little chat with the goddess of love. Let us review, shall we: her fiance left her alone in the forest only to start flirting with her so called best friend. She spent the first half of last year throwing herself at every woman she saw...and now this. Yeah...it wasn't difficult to see just what sort of frustrations the former Athenian resident Hermia would have loved to vent towards the one who was, for all intents and purposes, responsible for her grief.

All the same, there was no possible way she was ever going to actually guess that the new, oddly alluring voice she heard, was in fact, that very goddess, finally arrived when she had stopped asking. Hermia cast her weary eyes towards the voice, and even she couldn't help but stare for a good twenty seconds before the words fully registered. It would become easier...?

Wait a moment, this gorgeous woman wasn't falling at her feet! This had only happened a couple of times, and with Bartok she realized it was because the boy was far subtler than most and Jim because he was wearing sunglasses, but this woman almost seemed bored in her advice. Wasn't even looking at her. Even Bartok seemed to have issues taking his eyes off of her whenever they were together...

This had to be some kind of miracle! But now there was just the question of why she said that this would get easier, as if she had some kind of experience in this...dear gods, she did NOT want to think that this meant that she could be stuck with false lovers forever. And of course there was the other option that was naturally starting to rise, but she kept that in the back of her mind. Yes, this school was positively mad, but that didn't necessarily mean...

"Yes..." In spite of herself, her eyes narrowed curiously as she finally took one of her glasses...then promptly slapped someone's hand away. Right now, her focus was on the one person in this bar that wasn't fawning over her. "You have to deal with this too?"

[aphrodite]

Unable to help an amused chuckle as the girl gaped, Aphrodite set her drink aside carefully, contemplating reaching for one of the many littering the bar in front of the younger girl. Underage or not, she didn't need to be drinking so much. It wasn't safe. She knew all too well how quickly the vilest of men could spot a situation like this and take advantage of it. But no matter. She'd see to it herself that the girl got back to her home in one piece. The goddess could be downright frightening when the situation called for it.

"Oh, on a regular basis," she responded with a shrug, as if it were of the smallest concern. Childhood had never exactly existed for her, what with being born fully grown from a crest of sea foam. From day one, she'd been plagued with anyone she crossed throwing themselves at her. At first, it had been absolutely terrifying. But that fear didn't last long. She took it in stride, quickly learning the many subtle ways to take advantage of the situation and turn things in her favor. Once practiced, it was actually quite simple to do. Men were so easily swayed, particularly in the throes of lust.

"Being the goddess of love tends to have this effect." Aphrodite said it conversationally, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. It didn't really occur to her that people wouldn't know her just from looking.

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Of course the thought had crossed Hermia’s mind, because what sort of Ancient Greek would she be if she didn’t realize that if anyone would understand her dilemma, it would be Aphrodite. It was just the fact…really? The goddess of love wouldn’t take the time to really speak with her, right? So that was probably why, when the woman actually declared herself the goddess of love, Hermia nearly choked on her drink, eyes bugging out once again. “…you’re Aphrodite?” she murmured. “Oh, oh…I, uh…” What was she supposed to do here? Fall on her feet? Or was she going to let the slightly frustrated side of her take over here…no, now that she was faced with the opportunity, she was more than certain that would just end in her untimely smiting. It didn’t even really occur to her that it could’ve been a joke. I mean, really, the school was crazy, and she supposed it was only a matter of time, now that she thought of it, that she’d encounter one of the gods she worshipped.

That, however, didn’t make it any less overwhelming. Okay, Mia, breathe… some logical part of herself that still remained before she took another sip of her drink. Just think of it this way, if she’s bothering with you at all, clearly it’s important. Best to not miss this kind of opportunity…is that the right word at all? Sometimes Hermia really wished that her brain would just—hold on a moment, perhaps it would be best to not make that wish. Who knows what this school would throw at her next if she wasn’t careful?

“Anyway…yes, you clearly would know…” Seriously, why was it that they never taught lessons on how to deal with this sort of situation? She was completely unprepared, and none of the myths really gave a 101 of if you were supposed to start bowing and scraping the minute you realized you were encountering a god, least of all the one that you had fancied had some vendetta against you! And yet while she mentally panicked, she somehow managed to let this out: “But…that’s different. You’re a goddess for…your own sake. I’m actually stunned that you don’t think I’m stealing your thunder, I mean…mortals aren’t supposed to have this happen, right?” She then sighed. “I mean, if it’s the will of the gods, fine, I won’t complain but…I wish I knew how to handle it.”