Ch. 92: Madame Perisa & The Three Big Shots
The sound of our glasses slamming onto the table echoed through the room, each one louder than the last. Laughter followed as we tried to outdrink each other, shot after shot of the strongest ambrosia this club had to offer. In my previous life, I wasn't exactly a heavy drinker, but this Hades body seemed to have no such reservations. My throat burned, but I kept up— barely.
The lounge we were in wasn't as rowdy as the other parts of the club. After all, this was the VIP section, a sanctuary for gods who preferred their decadence without too much company. The dim lighting cast flickering shadows over the room, and soft music played in the background. It was the calm before the storm of our usual chaos.
