triumph of mercurius << storm&dads

Yawn.

Formalities always bored him, he of little patience, but his secretary had already blocked in the event and worked his contacts to death to make it happen - best he could do was not cancel. Zeus had almost forgotten about it all together; it's almost like his secretary anticipated it, planning for the dinner to take place at his own penthouse. The notification scared the shit out of him when it popped up on his tablet, thinking it was almost something important. Nah, just another damn dinner date. 

The universe works in funny ways, boy Adroxis and his past gamemaker cohorts would be on their way up within the hour, but Lauren happened to already be there. What a coincidence, the two wrapped together in bed for what seemed like hours already, he chuckled showing Kinkade the pop up. "Shit, did you forget too?" He says, the one hour warning not a bother to him. Hell, he'd show up naked, it's his house after all, but it doesn't take Lauren much to talk him out of it. 

He grumbled as his boy toy leaves him to take a shower, "it's my fuckin' house anyways." 

"Heard that!"

So there he lays, hardly covered and hair astray, prolonging the inevitable. His secretary forwarded him the notes of what all he had to do - top of the list: get dressed. Fuck formal wear, instead he slips on a tank top and ripped jeans, forcing his big feet into combat boots he never bothered untying. Catering had apparently already come and gone the night before, he wonders if they overheard Kinkade at all - he almost hoped they did! 

He stretches before making his way down stairs, the steps levitating out from the wall as he descends. Everything came prepared, all he had to do really was throw it in the oven and not forget about it. That he can definitely do. Zeus almost forgot he had a kitchen sometimes, hell, he ate out nearly every meal. The hell is preheating for? Is that something poor people did? Surely his oven heated just fine, twisting the knob to 425° and tossing in the trays of lobster bisque and jalapeño poppers. 

His house system rings when someone approaches the door, and he yells out for that damn robot to just unlock the door and let them in. Zeus fills his hands with three bottles of wine and a flask of RumChata tucked under his left armpit, placing them at the stained glass table before making his way to the front door. 

"AYYY Saber, my GUY!" He yells in his face, gripping him in a tight hug outside the elevator before turning back into his penthouse. "Sorry 'bout the door, still tryin' put the smart in smart house," maybe it'll work for Storm, who fuckin' knows. Zeus flicks on the television, picking out some hard rock station from the 60's before turning back to Saber.

"Lauren's already here, we were just, y'know," he smirks something devilish, "hanging out. Just waiting for boy wonder, make yourself at home though, dude!"