"Thank you, Hebe, you have always been so sweet." Hestia smiled at the other goddess, who was essentially her niece. Hestia kept her stubborn mask on as she nodded again to Hebe before moving forward into the lounge with the goddess grace she was born with. Refusing to show weakness, she kept her chin lifted a bit to show, that she knew where she was and what she was about. Perhaps it was to break protocol, adventure out a bit. Maybe it was just about having a drink someone new and to go home to tend her fires at the end of the night.<br/><br/>Hestia could sense the gods and goddesses in the room, each with their own magic or energy signature. As a goddess that collects a percentage of every god/dess' offerings to tend the fire that kept their hearth going since time began, she'd gotten to know them, their stories, and the like. It might not have been always through actual interactions, but the patrons say a lot about a god or goddess.<br/><br/>The turquoise heels tapped a little as she slipped towards the bar, Hestia stopped a moment to take in what only she could imagine was modern-day mating rituals. It was intriguing, and disturbing all of the smells and people, the hushed whispers, and the obvious flirting but she secretly loved it. She smiled only a bit as she slipped up to the bar, ready to see where this night ended up, hoping it would be different than just going home.