Chester
Psyche and Atlas spend the night together in a bar, where both gods get to know each other over drinks and conversation.
Jennie
The glow of candlelight flickered against mahogany tables in the dimly lit bar, the ambience of understated elegance stoked by the melody of soft jazz as two gods engaged in idle chat. Psyche had reviewed the shortlist for their venue for the night with great consideration; low-hanging chandeliers cast soft, golden light against the faces of buying punters, creating shadows that danced over each of the walls. The air was infused with the scent of aged wine which mingled perfectly with the murmur of hushed conversation, and the inspiring romance of the elongated notes of a saxophone in the backdrop. 

Secluded in a corner of the room, the blonde and her companion for the evening sat at a table illuminated just enough to create the perfect atmosphere. Her outfit was a masterpiece of elegance and allure; she wore a floor-length dress made of iridescent fabric that reflected the light like stars in the night sky, glimmering with every slight movement. The neckline was daring yet tasteful, adorned with intricate beading that drew the eye, but not too much. Her golden hair flowed in waves over her slender shoulders, her eyes sparkling like diamonds as she held eye contact with the man across the table from her.

He too embodied a sense of effortless sophistication, though still rugged in every sense of the word. He was dressed in smart clothing that emphasised his broad, muscular physique, a far cry from the loose-fitting t-shirt and jeans the goddess was used to seeing him in. His long mane, however, gave his look a touch of authenticity, helping maintain a sense of his identity even in an unusual haunt. His eyes were a striking shade of blue, holding a mischievous glint as they gazed at Psyche sat opposite him. 

Their poison for the night was a vibrant cocktail of different drinks, staggered over the course of an hour or so. Leaning forward over the table slightly, the blonde's eyes were overcome with something of a glassy film and a pink haze as the effects of the alcohol began to take root. Hardly tipsy, but certainly no longer sober enough to care much about the thoughts of the other punters that surrounded them.

The atmosphere at their table was charged with a flirtatious energy, each glance and gesture laden with unspoken, uncertain promises of intrigue. Psyche's gentle laughter rang out like a melodic chime as she indulged the Adonis in her company - a scene of what could only be called chemistry in their intimate enclave. 

**"You're quite the character, Atlas,"** The goddess smirked as she idly circled her straw inside the glass of her drink. **"And full of the most scandalous stories, so it seems. Perhaps we both had our fair share of trials..."** Psyche trailed on, admiring him for a beat. **"I would just love to hear more."**
Mayme
Although he probably could be if given the proper guidance, Atlas wasn't exactly the kinda guy that came to mind in terms of sophistication. He was more the type to see something fancy looking and go "Ooh, fancy!" That being said, when Psyche chose their place to meet and drink, he had shown up significantly underdressed, especially in comparison to her. At first, the titan wondered why she wouldn't give him a heads up, but then again, that girl practically oozed sophistication. Knowing that was a warning in and of itself. As he bent to step into the doorway, he felt over a dozen pairs of eyes fixate on him instantaneously. The sensation of being watched was becoming more and more familiar to Atlas as the months passed by. Even down here, far beneath the lofty expanse of heaven's reach, people still gazed at him with wide-eyed wonder.

Audible exchanges about his size and height circulate throughout the room in poor attempts at whispering. "Guess I didn't get the memo for dress up day . ." He whispered to himself as his eyes scanned the area full of suits, dresses and everything in between. As he released his grip from the top of the doorframe, he started to advance towards one of the workers to ask them about his date. "Scuse me, pardon me, scuse me . ." He said as he maneuvered through the waves of people, weaving his way forward. When he reached the table, the employee had just finished wiping it down and was in the process of turning around. The worker didn't anticipate the nearly seven-foot-tall titan filling the space behind him. As he turned, he crashed into Atlas's broad torso, causing him to jump in shock and toss the collection of wine glasses in his hands into the air.
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The glasses plummeted to the ground, though none suffered so much as a scratch upon impact. "Shit, sorry, let me get that." He said as he reached to the ground.. "Extra durability, huh? Great for times like this, right?" Atlas said in an attempt to lighten the mood.. "I'm here for Psyche, small pretty blonde lady? Probably wearing somethin' super shiny and out there? Can't miss her if you tried and yet I have." He inquired as he collected the last of the cups and handed them to the man. Even at this point, the worker had not completely come down from his shock. "Uh, VIP Lounge, sir." He murmured out while pointing to the upside down 'U' shaped door with a red veil obscuring the insides. " 'preciate cha, champ," Atlas said, patting the man on the back before he trailed off. Once he did find Psyche, he made it a point to compliment her beauty at least three times within the first 10 minutes of their initial exchange. She was gorgeous.

The dress seemed alive, twinkling like a constellation of stars in the night sky with every shift and turn. The neckline of her dress was a masterpiece, revealing just enough to tantalize without revealing too much, embellished with intricate beading that caught and scattered the light in mesmerizing patterns. Her golden hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders, framing a face that could launch a thousand ships. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds as they locked onto her companion's, holding his gaze with an intensity that seemed to draw him in, deeper and deeper. 
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The two became entranced in their talks with seamless ease. They drifted off from subject to subject, interest remaining intact as the titan was in the process of finishing up a story. "So then I went to lift the mouth cover shit off it and it just- snapped off the hinges and flew into space. The customers yellin' at me in some foreign language and that makes boss man come on over and then they both start yelling at me in a foreign language. Whole time I'm trying to tell them that I can't understand a word, wishing I knew what sorry meant in whatever the hell they were speaking. Then I thought I'd be courteous and take the uh- car? (He was still readjusting to the modern world) down from the thing that props it up- you know, the thing that lets us see what's under it, but I trip on something, fall forward, and the whole thing goes flying through the roof, making this giant hole in it. We're all looking in silence as the debris caves in and then within seconds, the whole shop is yelling at me, rightfully yelling. So I got out of there before the cops came. And by out of there, I mean out of the country. Aannnnd that- is how I lost my first job in an auto repair shop. I threw it on my resume anyway. It's funny until I remember how much debt that puts me in . ." Atlas said half-humorously as he went for a swig of his vodka, his last words briefly turning his amusement into deep contemplation.
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As he swallowed the burning sting of the liquor, he felt its fiery warmth spread through his chest. He pursed his lips, scrunching his face into an exaggerated expression of skepticism, as if to say "Nahhh," When she playfully referred to him as quite the character. His eyes twinkled with a mix of amusement and mild disbelief, clearly entertained by her remark but not entirely convinced of its validity. "Eh, dumb luck lays the groundwork for a lot of good stories, that's all." He says humbly as he sets the bottle down on the table without releasing his grip. Occasionally, his eyes linger on her figure, appreciating its perfection. He's aware that she can see him doing this, but he doesn't care in the slightest.

Her body was a study in elegant curves, the dress clinging to her like a second skin, accentuating every contour. Her shoulders gently sloped, leading down to a slender neck that seemed to invite soft caresses. The fabric hugged her waist, emphasizing its gentle curve before flowing out again, highlighting her hips in a way that was both sensual and sophisticated. What kind of man would he be if he refused to indulge in the beauty of a star that loved to shine so brightly? "I'm sure you would love to hear more, the feeling is mutual and I happen to be great at bargaining so, you next. You can't be as perfect as you seem, clue me in on a time where you punted a kitten into space by accident with your powers or somethin'." He said as he planted his elbows into the table, folding his hands and resting his chin on top of his knuckles in preparation to learn something new about the goddess.
Jennie
Her presence was a calm and captivating force of feminine allure and striking beauty. Yet even then, the delicate elegance Psyche radiated belied a strength and disposition that was formidable as it was undiminished, her countenance a warm and inviting masterpiece of art and mystery. The bar itself was an oasis of casual yet refined comfort as they were both cradled in the soft glow of ambient light, proving above all else to be the perfect amphitheatre for a night of intimate storytelling and divulging their innermost secrets to each other. 

As Atlas indulged her, she was helpless but to appreciate his strong, rugged features, softened by the warmth in his eyes and the easy smile on his lips. He had been talking for several minutes and the goddess found herself in awe of his ability to immediately engage her, suspense and anticipation beckoned beautifully by his enthusiasm and pacing. Psyche chuckled intermittently during his story as their conversation flowed, her laughter a telling sign of their quiet chemistry as his passion coaxed the sweetest of smiles from her. Like an electric current, it whipped them closer together, stoking both their desire to know more about each other as their eyes met in mutual and lingering appreciation.

**"Out of the** ***Country?"*** The blonde asked pointedly with a bemused look. **"Surely it wasn't that bitter of a dispute. I think you're pulling my leg, handsome."** Her full lips curved into a smirk as she stole a feigned, scandalous glance from him, eyes twinkling with a mild haze of mischief. **"You seem the type."**

She took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving his as she leaned back and shook her head in mock exasperation and laughed once again. Its melodious sound drew the attention of several fellow patrons that snapped their heads around to follow the source of it, their prying eyes nothing more than fleeting distraction for the goddess who could hear their thoughts. Their camaraderie, it seemed, was equally as enjoyable for other guests, and no sooner than they turned their attention to the gods in their secluded cove, Psyche reached across the table to take Atlas' hand in her own. **"You certainly have a talent for enthralling an audience. I'm quite glad you returned, even if you did venture overseas."**

Their eyes met for a moment, the world around them seeming to fade away and leaving only the two of them together. The invitation to share something equally as outrageous was tempting but frightening as she pondered it; since her early twenties, she had been an enigma to most of their kind over the millennia. Originally a princess of a kingdom long forgotten, she was not born into godhood like the rest of them, but instead a recipient of divinity through the completion of gruelling trials set for her by the mother of her former husband, Eros. **"The story of** ***My*** **Life is far less stupendous, but arguably more melodramatic. You'll simply have to reserve all judgement until I finish the tale. But I assure you, handsome,"** She smirked. **"I am the furthest thing from perfect."**

Her gaze drifted to the rim of her glass as she let go of the man's large paws, placing her right one over the left as she drew in a deep breath and gave an uncertain chuckle. **"Once upon a time, I was a mortal princess. I say** ***'once upon a time,'*** **But really, it was an age ago. I was renowned for my beauty, and so much so, that my father's subjects turned their adoration towards me in the most egregious ways. Tantamount to worship, Aphrodite was quick to catch wind and through jealousy and rage, sent her son to seduce me and force me to fall in love with the most hideous creature imaginable."**

She paused as a faint smile touched her lips as Atlas became enraptured, listening to her every word. **"It was truly awful. When he arrived, Eros fell in love with me and was regretful of his mother's obsessive tendencies, then whisked me away to his palace where he could keep me safe from her cruelty. He visited me every night under the cover of darkness and at first, went to great lengths to conceal his identity from me. Soon my sisters grew envious and deceitful, and it wasn't too long before they began to plot against me."** She remembered it like it was yesterday, how both of them had succumbed quickly to the tempting rewards of doing a god's dirty bidding. Their own sister no less - a fine price for the promise of riches and good favour. 

She reached for her glass and picked it up by the bulb, swirling the red liquid around gently before lifting it and tipping it back against her lips, swallowing a mouthful. Then she set it back down on the table. **"They convinced me to betray Eros. To look upon him while he slept, to see the true identity of the god that had been tasked to arrange my downfall. But when I did, I saw not a monster, but the most beautiful face I had ever seen. It startled me,"** Her lips curved into a wry smirk once more as her French-tipped fingers prodded at the rim of the base of the wineglass. **"And it woke him."**

**"Betrayed, he fled and left me alone with them. My sisters were happy of course - their plot to betray me was, by then, in full force. But they didn't stop there, and sought from that moment to plot my death entirely."** Her eyes drifted down the broad-shouldered canvas of sinew of the man sitting opposite her, rotating on the blunt knuckles on his left hand. **"But Eros and I reconciled, and when we did, we decided to take drastic measures to save my life."**

There was a beat as she drew in breath, her eyes trailing slowly up his muscle-bound chest to his rugged face, settling sheepishly on his still eyes. **"So we conspired to rid ourselves of them altogether."**

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