Kek was getting sick of this. Honestly, the entire fighting thing was so unbusinesslike. It was a huge waste of time. They had two years on this great Earth, and the idiots were wasting it, dishing it out to each other. This was why she tended to avoid the entire Pantheon. They were a waste of her time, and did nothing but fool around with each other when there was obvious entertaining to be done.<br/><br/>And now they were wasting her time. She'd been doing a few casual tricks around the bar, gratefully taking the looks of wonder and awe, and politely neglecting the voodoo comments, when Erebus's voice had boomed over to her, causing her show to stop as people rushed over. Of course the only thing anyone would pay attention to would be the match. There would be no way she could keep a crowd, and had, once again, been drawn in. Mainly only because watching Nike pound someone was a bit hilarious.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #000040">Oh, Artemis, they're at it again. Do you think they'll ever stop throwing themselves so willingly into bloodshed?</span>" She asked, with an exasperated sigh with a tinge of annoyance as she felt the girl's skin brush against hers.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #989898">You talk like you're the Queen of England. I bet you rode here in that carriage of yours, too. Like a princess or something.</span>" She replied, rather unhelpfully, and Kek stewed silently.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #000040">I think I'll <span style="font-style: italic">pet</span> back to the lounge and get some <span style="font-style: italic">pinko</span>.  I don't know if I can stand to watch this.</span>" She quickly turned, picking up her navy drop-waist dress (a gift from one of her richer admirers, meaning it had a very loose neckline) as she turned and began to walk away, stepping easily as the crowd separated for her.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #989898">Don't think that's a good idea, Kek-ski.</span>" Artemis was walking directly behind her, keeping pace with her as she walked, and Kek could hear the smirk in her voice.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #000040">Why not?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #989898"><span style="font-style: italic">Kissing</span> back to the lounge and getting some <span style="font-style: italic">liberals</span>? You need to get out even more than I do,</span>" Artemis tended to get on Kek's nerves. She was almost always eerily quiet, as if she knew something no one else did, never saying anything but always observing. Plus, there was her latest crossdressing trend, the newest part of her social activism. Apparently there was this somewhat-new movement called "feminism" that was all the rage among a lot of women. Kek suspected it would be over within a week.<br/><br/>She didn't respond to the comment, just sashayed into the Pantheon-only room, walked directly to the bar, and began fixing a mint julep. She supposed she didn't actually have to do it herself, but the familiar motion calmed her. Kek heard Artemis sigh and flop down on the couch in a probably unladylike manner, before turning around and finding Bia in the room with them. She took a hasty sip of the drink, fixed her blonde updo, and sat down slowly in a love seat between the two, crossing her legs at the ankle and placing her heels neatly beside the chair.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #000040">Hello, Bia,</span>" She smiled tiredly, reapplying her lipstick. "<span style="color: #000040">Having fun?</span>"