Lucas
Adjacent to the lounge is the Cupid's Love Nectar Bar, a vibrant and lively establishment where gods and patrons indulge in ambrosial drinks infused with love-inducing ingredients. The bar is adorned with playful cherub decor, and skilled bartenders concoct elixirs that enhance the senses and foster connections between hearts.
Mary
The bar was rather full and lively, the air filled with the sweet smell of ambrosia and alcohol. Pothos lounged casually at the end of the bar, his dark hair shining in the lighting of the bar, the exposed tattoos on his skin also taking on an almost otherworldly glow. With each sip of his drink, a deep crimson liquid that sparkled under the dim lights, he seemed to blend effortlessly into the lively atmosphere around him.

Even before he saw them, Pothos could feel their presence. The intense longing, desire, and yearning emanated from them like a tidal wave, crashing against the shores of his mind. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully absorb their emotions, their deepest desires and passions. As he opened his eyes, he was met with a sea of faces. Lonely hearts and broken souls gazed back at him, their bodies pulsing with raw, unbridled lust. They flocked to him like moths drawn to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his aura.

Pothos was used to it. He was the god of love, longing, desire and passion. It was his purpose, his curse, to feel the wants and needs of others. And they always seemed to seek him out, especially in places like this, where the alcohol flowed freely and people were looking for something, someone, to fill the void inside them. He watched as they flirted, laughed, and touched each other. It was all a dance, a game of desire and conquest. And Pothos was the silent observer, the one who knew their deepest desires and could see through their façade. 

He took another sip of his drink and felt a pang of loneliness. He was surrounded by people, yet he always seemed to be alone. Surely it was too much to ask for someone to truly understand a god's heart, right? Pothos thought back to a time long ago.

Once he had been hopeful, almost naive. But then he had been given his purpose, his power. He was to be the one who felt what others could not, who could quench their thirst for love and desire. And with that power came a heavy burden, for he could never have what he craved the most – true love.

Despite his best efforts, Pothos could not escape his innate desire to love and be loved. Countless times he had fallen for both mortals and gods, hoping that maybe this time it would be different. Yet each time, he was left with a familiar ache in his chest. They always wanted something from him - whether it be his divine touch, his undivided attention, or his powerful magic. In their pursuit of pleasure, they would use him until they had satisfied their desires, leaving him discarded and alone once again

He looked around the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd, searching, looking for that one face. The one body. The one soul that could ease his own pain. The one person who seemed to truly want him for who he was- himself. And a smile tugged at the corners of his lips when his eyes fell on him from across the noisy and crowded club- Hyacinthus. 

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Victoria
As the clock struck midnight in Olympian, there was a spell of allure and mystery that spread over the city, enrapturing its citizens in a zest for adventure that spread like wildfire. Of those eager to venture into the night to see where it took them was Hyacinthus, dressed in a midnight-purple sequin shirt and pants that shimmered under the lights of its most glamorous and prestigious bar. Adorned with golden accents and sleek geometric patterns inside, its interior glowed softly in the night, wrapping the young god in an opulent ambience and tempting him to head deeper into its bowels, seeking pleasure in hedonism, and hopefully some company.

The ceiling above was a vast expanse of glass metal and reflected the dazzling lights which cascaded down from fixtures like luminous stars. Velvet drapes in deep crimson framed the tall windows, while plush leather booths and dark wood tables created an unmistakably luxurious atmosphere. The patrons themselves were a glamorous crowd and their laughter and conversations said as much too. 

Waitstaff glided through the room carrying sparkling trays of sparkling champagne and an array of fancy cocktails, their uniforms as smart and impeccable as their manners. Hyacinthus moved to the bar, his violet eyes scanning the room with a curious, yet discerning gaze. Seated at the far end was a familiar face - Pothos.

The instant their eyes met, a spark of recognition and intrigue flashed between them. Pothos, as always, was a vision of pure masculine desire, with short-cropped hair and eyes that held the depths of at least a thousand unspoken desires. His shirt clung to his muscular form sensuously, while the low collar drew the eye to tasteful cleavage, which exposed his muscle-bound chest. Pothos was no stranger to bearing skin, and his new companion for the night was hardly prone to complain about it; he was, above all else, an absolute vision of a man - or god - and certainly knew how to showcase it.

Hyacinthus smiled sweetly, then made his way through the sea of people between them, weaving in and out effortlessly thanks to his discreet stature. Greeting him, his voice was smooth and warm - an ode to the admiration he earned from so many. 

**"Hello you. I wondered if the night was going to reveal any surprises to me."** The young god smiled, sitting down on the seat beside him. **"But it isn't like you to be here all alone. I suppose Alastor and Pan are busy, so unfortunately you might just have to settle for me."**
Mary
A mischievous grin spread across Pothos' face as his eyes met the captivating gaze of those vibrant violet orbs across the bar. His attention remained fixated on the petite figure, watching as it weaved gracefully through the bodies pressed in around the bar. After what seemed like an eternity, Hyacinthus finally made his way to Pothos' side. The Love God had already downed the rest of his drink in one swift motion and nodded to the bartender for a refill - with an added extra for his new companion. A small smile played on Pothos' lips as he shook his head in amusement at Hyacinthus' comment. 

The atmosphere was electric, filled with the pungent scent of alcohol, ambrosia, and thick desire, as patrons danced and revelled in the pulsing beat of the music that filled the crowded bar. Bodies swayed and brushed against each other in a sensual dance, while voices raised and laughter erupted from every corner of the room. Despite the noise, Pothos felt at ease, taking in all the sights and sounds with a contented sigh. He knew that this was the perfect spot for him and Hya to meet up after so much time apart - a place where they could let loose and forget about their troubles, if only for a few hours. And as he raised his glass to toast his dear friend, he couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of pure joy amidst all the chaos in their lives.

"Dear Hya... When have I ever settled for anything?" He said with a playful wink as he motioned to the seat beside him that was somehow still available. "Pan and Alastor are off having a little rendezvous wherever..." He gave a small shrug before continuing. "A free night is never a bad thing... And who could resist the company of someone sweet and bite-sized like yourself?" He added with a charming grin. The bright lights of the club danced across his features, enhancing his allure, his voice was smooth and velvety, laced with just a hint of mischief and that usual edge of desire.

"Come Hya, tell me what you have been up to since our last little adventure... I feel it has been forever since we have talked let alone had an evening together." He glanced around at the faces, the couples, the hopeful and deprecate singles, all the emotions and desires filling the space. Pothos took in the sights and sounds of the club, the way the patrons moved and mingled and melded themselves together without a care in the world. It made him envious, if he were being honest. He longed to feel that free, to be that connected, that content... To just let go and enjoy himself without worrying about the consequences or ramifications of his actions. 

Pothos was snapped out of his reverie by the tinkling sound of glasses being set before him. He smiled appreciatively at the bartender and took one of the drinks, swirling it around in his hand to release its rich aroma. Turning to Hya with a mischievous glint in his eye, he held out the other glass to him. "A toast to a night of revelry," He declared, raising his glass in salute to the other god. The liquid inside sparkled like golden stars, promising a night full of merriment and indulgence and desire.

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