The next morning Persephone lay awake in bed. Not because she was tired or hangovered like Eris, but because something that Hades said kept replaying itself in her mind. 'It's dangerous for a young girl like her in places like this' … gods why did that statement get to her so much? Is that really how he viewed her? Just some vulnerable little girl? She thought they had somewhat bonded over their pack of KFC, but turns out he may have just been baby sitting her.
Persephone hugged her pillow and pouted, "how embarrassing."
"What's embarrassing?…"
Persephone turned around and saw her roommate across the room rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Oh, good morning Eris, are you feeling okay?"
"Just a headache, but hangovers aren't anything new to me." The goth goddess turned to her friend and knitted her brows, "I should be asking you the same question, you look like someone stepped on your daisies or something."
