(A VERY RARE GUEST)<br/><br/>Hebe was surprised, to say the least, that Hestia was considering being served at the bar.  Still, this was Dion's.  While it attracted people from all walks of the mortal life, there was a dress code and Dion's bouncers were ever vigilant regarding patrons that got out of line.  Still, one never knew what lurked beneath the surface of the humans without a little investigation.  As far as the underside of the immortal clientele, over the millennia there weren't many secrets that hadn't been gossiped about or even printed in human books.<br/><br/>She saw the Goddess of the Hearth eyeing the room, as if looking for someone interesting or maybe a familiar face?  Hebe did a quick count in her mind of the Olympians....  Dion was here.  If he wasn't behind the bar, he might have gone down into the wine cellar.  Pan was in a darkened corner of the lounge.  She'd learned that he would invisibly entice women to his come his way with something like what the humans called pheromones.  Being a god, he could direct this subtle lure like a champion archer could direct an arrow.  Melpomene was here, probably looking for some artistic type mortal to influence.  Proteus was here as well, that old trickster from the seas sometimes appeared as a handsome older gentleman or an attractive and well preserved... what was the term?  Oh, yes, 'cougar', depending on what caught his eye.  Hebe scolded herself for judging, considering every immortal looking to hook up with a mortal was, in a sense, looking for much younger partners.<br/><br/>No mortals of any note or notoriety were present, but there were some of them that Hebe considered quite pretty and possessed of a vitality that anyone, gods included, might find attractive.<br/><br/>"Enjoy yourself," said Hebe with a smile.  Then she added, "If you like, I think I could take a break and we could chat for a bit."  Hebe made a graceful motion with her arm, inviting Hestia to enter the lounge.