Anaideia stood at a table near the ring, her eyes glued to the stage. It was no secret that she liked the fighting, she liked watching people hit each other, something she wished she could do more often. Her short gown glittered in the low light of the room, and she hoped that it was drawing eyes to her. There was no point in wearing an outfit if it didn’t make everyone look at you.<br/><br/>She looked at Nike for a moment, who had just been announced. She rolled her eyes at the sight of him basking in the admiration of the mortals around her.  Besides, she’d rather see him fight, not just stand there. Honestly she didn’t know why they were all looking at him, they should be looking at her. She looked stunning tonight, why didn’t anyone notice?<br/><br/>Anaideia took a sip of her drink, determined not to look the slightest bit upset by the lack of attention she was getting. After all, nobody liked a whiner.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b6fcb6">“I can’t believe you made me come here, Anaideia.”</span>Speaking of whiners, Pax stood next to Anaideia. She was dressed modestly, despite Anaideia telling her not to. Her dark hair was pulled into an updo. Her eyes shifted nervously around the room.<br/><br/>Anaideia rolled her eyes for the millionth time that night.<span style="color: #B62514">“Just drink your, what is that, gin cocktail?”</span>Anaideia looked at the drink in Pax’s hand. Pax nodded. Despite Pax’s nervous nature, she really did like drinking.<br/><br/><span style="color: #B62514">“Just drink your gin cocktail and be quiet,” </span>Anaideia snapped,<span style="color: #B62514">“I don’t need you ruining my night.” </span><br/><br/>Anaideia didn’t totally hate Pax, she could be useful in calming people down. She fixed things, things that Anaideia usually messed up. Plus, Pax needed Anaideia. Someone needed to make sure the last two years of her life were worthwhile. Still, that didn’t mean that Anaideia wanted to hang around her all night. Honestly, she would leave and find someone else, but finding other people wouldn’t make her seem as cool. It was a whole thing with her. Let other people approach you, you don’t approach them.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Pax did her best to keep calm. Her usual go to was alcohol. It cleared the mind of any uneasiness she might have. This always happened when she was around a lot of people, she got nervous. The chaos didn’t mix well with her. So she tried to drown it out with the nearest drink. It was funny, before rising to a goddess status, she wasn’t this bad around crowds. She could actually have fun. Now, her time wasn’t spent partying, but trying to not freak out. It was exhausting. And it was often made worse by Anaideia, who insisted that she go to a party every other night.