Sherry
The maritine art gallery showcases a collection of paintings, sculptures, and installations inspired by the sea. Local and international artists contribute pieces that capture the essence of Poseidon's realm, from epic seascapes to imaginative interpretations of marine mythology.
Kerry
Triton, so indignant and sure of his own correctness on the matter (as only a God could be), found himself in an unfamiliar and unsettling scenario. His usual demeanor, a blend of self-importance and authority, faltered in the face of Bendis's unexpected defiance. Triton had always been revered by the people of the nation, his control over the seas accepted with awe or at the very least, respectful attention. Yet, here stood Bendis, wholly unimpressed and openly critical of both his music and his persona.

Taken aback by her blunt dismissal of his song lyrics and the cringe she found with his demeanor, Triton's usual confidence wavered. His eyebrows knitted together in a mix of confusion and irritation as he struggled to process her harsh critique. It was a rare occurrence for anyone to confront Triton with such candid disdain, and the experience left him slightly cowed. His posture, typically tall and commanding, slackened as he sought to muster a response. Ever since Persephone's curse all of his social interactions were disastrous, slowly chipping away at his confidence and well-being.

The situation escalated when Bendis, her patience worn thin by Triton's insinuations and insults, retorted with piercing accuracy. She accused him of projecting his insecurities, a statement that struck closer to the truth than Triton would ever admit. The realization that Bendis saw through the façade he presented to the world was a jarring blow to his ego. Her words, sharp and unyielding, challenged the very foundation of his self-perception. He snapped his notebook shut and tucked it into his back pocket, as if suddenly ashamed of it.

In this moment of intense confrontation, Bendis's anger seemed to bubble over. Her decision to express her frustration through a swift knee to Triton's groin was both shocking and humiliating for the god. The pain was immediate and overwhelming, causing him to keel over in agony. The regal, mighty sea god, now reduced to a pained figure, grappling with a vulnerability he rarely exposed. Thanks, Persephone!

"Unghhh...!" His face twisted in pain as he cupped himself, several passersby gawking at the sight of the man.

Despite the physical assault, Bendis's next action was unexpected. Instead of leaving Triton to wallow in his discomfort and humiliation, she seized his arm, dragging him with a determination that brooked no resistance. Her declaration that they were going to drown their grievances in alcohol was met with a mix of shock and resignation from Triton. Still reeling from the unexpected knee, he found himself being pulled through the streets, a spectacle for all to see. 

"Wait a fucking minute, you crazy bitch!" He roared, stumbling along behind her, trying to regain his composure while waiting for the pain to subside. He jerked his arm away from her and took up a lean against the side of a building, glaring at her from the side of his eye. "I ought to skewer you on my trident and roast you over an open spit," He muttered with a scowl. And yet, he couldn't somehow be impressed by the sheer gall of her actions, and the sharp turnaround at realizing they both needed to get drunk together to blow the whole thing off. Despite his better judgement he went along with it, figuring things could only get better from here. 

"Alright. But no more sneak attacks," He said, adjusting himself down there and standing upright once more. Now she had him.
Melissa
There was currently a war in Bendis' mind because part of her was wondering why in the hell she was doing such things to him. There was something happening to her, where she almost felt like she had no control over this, as if her body was doing more than she was allowing it to, and something in her found the inability to stop somewhat appealing. As if the control she barely held onto was stripped from her, and anger or annoyance or some type of negative emotion was taking over. She reveled in the emotion for a moment, staring at him in pain, and some type of power trip came from it. It was interesting, when one had barely enough power to overthrow a mortal's balance, to have an actual God hung over like pants on a hanger. 

A smirk spread across her face and she leaned against the same wall he was leaning against, looking at her fingernails, and she let out a small laugh when he groaned. Bendis looked up, seeing some of the people looking over at them, "**Wow, you're really creating quite the *Show* Right now. Probably the type of show you wish your music made.**" She laughed and looked over at Triton again, patting him on the shoulder and taking a few steps around in a circle, waiting for his dramatic display of pain to be over. 

Letting out an actual laugh, she rolled her eyes and started walking away from him, "**You'd have to catch up to me to skewer me, and besides, I'm sure at this point you couldn't do that... Anyway.**" She chuckled and took a few more steps, keeping herself a few paces ahead of him. Though, eventually she stopped walking, turning to him, a curt nod, "**I cannot make such a promise.**" A mischievous smile, a wink, and she grabbed for his hand, pulling him down the sidewalk, "**We have plenty to do to get fucked up.**" There were a few bars that she knew of down a block and to the left, so she began toward that area. 

The first bar had more of a club vibe, and she let go of his hand, slinking into the crowd, trying to lose him. She was short, but her blonde hair made her stick out like a sore thumb since it was as white as the moon. Finding a small hole at the bar, she waited a moment for the bartender, but he was so busy, she used her small power to deliver her voice in his ear, "**Two double shots of Tito's and a cranberry and Tito's as well for the Blonde lady.**" He looked over, and she gave a sweet little wave, each of her fingers extending and bending into themselves. 

The drink and shots were delivered relatively quickly after that, and she gave him her card so he could start a tab. Eventually, as she knew he would, Triton had found her at the bar, and she held the shot between her fingers up toward his face, "**For your balls, maybe you'll grow a new pair?**" She smirked, and at one point she had gotten a spot on a barstool, but there weren't any others around so Triton had to stand behind her, but as she turned to give him his shot, she put her knees on either sides of his legs and looked up at him, "**Your music sucks, by the way. You'll need some help with it.**" She clinked her own shot glass against his and took hers down, turning to grab for the vodka cranberry she had ordered for herself, and chased it with more vodka.
Kerry
In the midst of the tumultuous dynamic that unfolded between Bendis and Triton, it became evident that an unseen battle raged within Bendis herself, one that led her to torment Triton in a manner that suggested she was not entirely in control of her actions. Triton, of course, knew Persephone's curse was at work, though he was unsure how much if was influencing the behavior of the Goddess. Worryingly, despite the internal conflict he detected, she seemed to derive a peculiar satisfaction from witnessing his discomfort, a sentiment that seemed to be further amplified by her burgeoning sense of power over him, as seen in the glimmer in her eyes. Triton appeared diminished and vulnerable as he remained keeled over, cupping himself, an amusing spectacle as she casually picked her nails. Whether or not he truly processed the zinger she delivered about the lack of interest his music received wasn't clear. 

"You always been such a haughty bitch?"

As Bendis decided to move on, her parting words to Triton were laced with challenge and insinuation, implying that any attempt on his part to retaliate would be futile given his current state. Yet, she could not seem to fully detach herself, as evidenced by the playful, yet ambiguous, promise she left hanging between them. Her actions, a blend of provocation and intrigue, led them toward the night's further escapades. Despite his better judgement he followed, the woman striking an oddly intriguing chord with the God. She was dangerous and felt like a challenge; she insulted him, but hinted at the prospect of more *Enjoyable* Activities later, should he play her game. There was a good chance Triton wasn't thinking straight when it came to women, still fresh off his breakup with Nemesis.

Upon arriving at a lively bar that pulsated with the energy of a club, Bendis momentarily released Triton, delving into the throng. Triton struggled to keep up, pushing and maneuvering people out of his way as he tried to get to the bar, wondering to himself what he was doing here. Despite her ditching him, her distinct appearance made her an easy figure to locate. Slowly regaining his composure, he pulled up along side her, God of the Sea among a sea of inebriated mortals. 

"My balls aren't your concern; touch them again and I'll pop your pretty little head off of your body like a cork from a bottle." He smiled sarcastically, taking the shot glass from her. He found himself drawn between her legs as she sat on the stool, hooking him to her. They were a little too close for comfort, but he went with it, projecting cool and calm, eager to reclaim his confidence and status in her eyes. But as they shared the drinks, her mockery continued unabated, critiquing his music with a blunt honesty that was softened only by the intimacy of their physical proximity. His brows furrowed and he glared down at her, ordering another round of shots and downing it immediately. "My music is amazing, you just have terrible taste." He was signaling at the for another shot, the alcohol badly needed to tolerate her constant ridicule.
Melissa
The club was lively that night. There were men and women dancing up on one another in every corner of the place. People were making eyes across the bar, and a good number of women were hiking their tight dresses up way too high. The entire venue was oozing with the scent of sweat, perfume and cologne mixed in the air, and alcohol spilled down the corners of mouths from taking shots too quickly. Her eyes had scanned the room, she could feel a few of her believers around her, and because she was so focused on Triton, she hoped their hunt that night was successful. She had her own hunt to focus on. 

Running a hand through her hair, she looked up at him, "**You love calling me a bitch, do you think that might be a bad idea?**" Looking down between her legs, she made it evident that he was quite close to her at that moment, "**Again, you have to be able to catch me to do anything to me. Hard to do when you're folded over in the corner.**" She took another sip of her drink, smiling around the straw as she tilted her head to the side some. In the back of her mind, something of a flirtatious inkling came to her mind, maybe it was the martinis she had earlier, plus the onset of the shot, and just being down under his gaze... Either way, she took one knee from the right side of his legs and swept it across the front of him, crossing her legs and twisting the barstool around so she was perpendicular to him and the bar, turning to the bartender who had brought more shots over. 

Triton had taken his the moment it was placed on the bar, and she signaled for two more while taking her own, "**Better just leave the bottle. Put the whole thing on my tab.**" She held her shot glass, now empty, in front of her as she twisted back to look at him. He was still holding the glass he had taken too, and she filled both of them up, "**Guess we are going to go head to head here, then.**" She ignored his comment about her taste for a moment as she let her head tilt back, and she gagged over the alcohol taste and the stupid fucking burn, laughing after she recovered though, she wiped the side of her mouth with the hand that was holding the bottle, "**I have really good taste, you just don't have the lyrical abilities you think you have. Someone lied to you, Triton.**" Bendis continued to laugh and pour another shot, "**Someone out there lied to you. I'm sure you were born and told how *Special* You are... I'm sure your mother thinks you're the whole *World*!**" The thought of him being a spoiled ass God made her irritated, and it was also comical. 

While he was sitting in the lap of luxury, she was out on the streets of the world, trying to find a way to exist. No training about "Powers" Or how to exist on the planet. She was constantly watching mortals all together, figuring out how to communicate and exist on the big rock. Many of the Gods didn't understand her, they didn't even know her. She was never invited up to Olympus or Atlantis. She was, eventually, acknowledged and invited to parties and what not when she started making a change in the mortals, leading and guiding many of them... But before then, alone. 

So, sitting back on the barstool, legs still crossed, she looked up at Triton and held the next shot up, "**You wouldn't know good taste if it hit you in the balls.**"
Kerry
Triton, feeling immersed in the pulsating beat of the club that night, like he was finally letting go for the first time since Nemesis dumped him, found himself in a dance of words and wits, a battle he was all too familiar with yet never quite prepared for. The atmosphere, thick with the innuendo of the night's promises, played into his hands—or so he thought. As Bendis challenged him, a spark of combative energy flared in his eyes, his posture defensive yet unmistakably intrigued by the gauntlet she had thrown down. He couldn't help but let a flirtatious grin spread across ruggedly handsome his face, despite the edge in her voice, his gaze lingering a bit too long in a way that suggested he was playing a game he intended to win.

"Calling you a bitch? Only if the shoe fits," He retorted, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and defiance, aware of how close they were, the heat between them almost palpable. He watched her movements, the way she casually took control of the space between them, her knee sweeping across him in a bold, flirtatious maneuver that didn't go unnoticed. Triton's heart raced, not just from the chase but from the realization that this encounter was veering into uncharted territories. Perhaps even dangerous territory.

As they went shot for shot, Triton's usual sharpness began to blur at the edges, the alcohol weaving its potent spell. With each drink, he felt the ground beneath him sway, his world tilting ever so slightly as if he were at sea without an anchor. Her laughter, laced with taunts and teasing, echoed in his mind, a siren's call that he found increasingly difficult to resist or refute. The mention of his upbringing, a sore point camouflaged by his usual arrogance, hit closer to home than he cared to admit. Yet, it was her laughter, so full of genuine amusement and challenge, that excited him the most.

As Bendis poured another round, Triton's grip on the glass faltered momentarily, a sign of his fading resolve. "Good taste? I'll show you good taste," He said slightly, his voice a mix of jest and a drunken haze that was beginning to cloud his judgment. Remember, he had also drunk her martini earlier! The alcohol was indeed taking its toll, each word becoming more laboedr, each thought slipping through his grasp like water. He knew, deep down, that Bendis was reeling him in, that he was losing control over this interaction, and yet, part of him didn't care. The thrill of the chase, the heat of their exchange, and the intoxicating blend of desire and rivalry had him ensnared.

As Bendis held up the next shot, Triton's response was a half-hearted attempt at wit, his usual sharp tongue dulled by the drink. "If good taste is hitting me, then consider me struck," He managed, his words heavy with the effects of their indulgence. In that moment, he was aware that the night would likely not end in his favor, that he was caught in a web he could no longer navigate with his usual dexterity. Yet, the part of him that relished the unknown, that danced on the edge of danger and desire, couldn't help but be intrigued by where this night might lead, even as he acknowledged the looming hangover of defeat.
Melissa
When men believed they had any power over a woman, she found it amusing. As much as he might have been able to physically overpower her, her mind was sharper, she was planning steps five ahead of him, and she could easily recognize his falling for her flirting. It wasn't that she felt he needed to "Fall" For anything, she knew the allure she had over men, and women, it was too easy. All she needed to do was make a few comments, a smirk here or there, and the rest was easy to do. Her mind was constantly in a state of figuring out whether or not there was a connection between her and whoever it was that she was planning on taking home that night. If they made eyes back at her, if they followed her movements and matched her vibe? An easy night for her. 

Bendis could feel the alcohol settling on her mind, and she looked over at Triton, letting out a laugh, "**Oh, yes, the shoe fits.**" She took the shot, coughing some and reaching for the vodka cranberry, "**The shoe fits very well!**" Taking a larger gulp of the drink again, she continued laughing and put the bottle on the bar and she leaned forward just a little bit, "**I might be a bitch, but you're an even *Bigger* Bitch!**" Reaching forward, her one finger flicked toward his nose as she laughed and rolled her eyes at him. He was so *Emotional* And it was annoying. Bendis, the one that had started looking for meaningful connections with others, was feeling like all she wanted was to have fun. He was going to be a downer if she didn't set them up for success... And that meant getting him more drunk and doing something more fun, of course. 

Triton was hot, she couldn't lie, no matter what. He was the kind of hot that made women stop in their tracks. He was the kind of hot that made women think about them for days, maybe even weeks, after he gave them a little smile. He was the kid of hot that made Goddesses swoon... And, even Bendis, the woman, *The Goddess*, that he was staring down at, she felt no need to swoon. She, instead, wanted to make him feel like *He* Needed to swoon. Something in her had felt like a little switch had gone off, making her more... Strong. Strong against those she found attractive, strong in this situation with Triton, where she could resist the urge to just fall into his arms and let him hold her. Bendis wanted him to kneel before her, she wanted him to kiss her fucking shoes. So, she looked at him and grinned, "**Triton, you wouldn't know good taste if it hit you in the balls!**" Rolling her eyes for the fifteenth time that night, she looked over her shoulder, grabbing the bottle again, pouring them a shot. "**Well, I am the good tasting thing, then... Right?**"

Taking the shot she put the now empty bottle and empty shot glasses on the bar and hopped down off the stool, looking up at Triton while grabbing for his hand. Starting to pull him toward the middle of the crowd of dancers, she never broke eye contact with him. She pulled him toward her before turning around and starting to dance on him. As the song kept going, she danced along, making sure to do everything to drive him crazy... And eventually she got bored. It wasn't even fun to mess with him at some points. So, instead of doing what she didn't feel like doing, she decided it was time to visit a pub, but not before starting something crazy to follow them.

"**Let's see how fucking tough you are, Triton!**" She grabbed for a girl's ass that was standing next to a few guys. Making it look like Triton had grabbed the girl's ass and the guys turned around and started after the pair of them. "**Come on! Come on!**" She laughed, screaming between laughs and got out of the club and started down the block toward the other bars on the row. The mortals were chasing them still and she screamed as she pushed into a pub, Triton was, hopefully, close behind her so they disappeared into the crowd, "**Come on, let's sneak out the back.**" Grabbing his hand again, she led him toward the swinging door in the back of the pub, walking through a small kitchenette that prepared the pub's food in a microwave, "**We can get out to the alley through here.**" She took him through the large metal door and they were in the alley behind the club and pub, and she turned toward Triton, "**I think I'm drunk... Let's go back to my apartment.**" Pointing toward the end of the alley, she started toward where there would be cabs or Uber cars she could order.