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Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday

The chairs had moved. In fact, half the store had moved.

Overnight, things seemed to have shifted from right to left, leaving the right hand lower corner of the store open, empty of everything but the chairs and the fishbowl.

Which now sat on a bookshelf, the fish happily staring down at Hercules, who looked up at the greater height with annoyance.

"Just wait, Herc, you'll get bigger, and then what am I gonna do?" Aphrodite grinned down as she paused in her work. "I'll have to get bigger bookcases."

Then she happily continued hanging three new paintings on the wall.

Decadent Delights is open.

(ooc: Open store, open post, open mind . . . the OCD stayed home.)

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Dinah was wearing her confidence clothes (http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri2/V275299_J84.jpg) and sapphire telepathy-blocking bracelet today, and grinned as she held the door open for Cal, then walked in. "So. This is it. Hi, 'Dite. This is Cal." She held open her arms. "And this is 'Dite's Decadent Delights."

[Cal modded to store w/permission.]

Oh, there were so many things Aphrodite could do or say. She even had to bite her lip to keep from saying anything. But Dinah had asked. And 'Dite would not tease.

Much.

Instead, she turned with a smile and waved at them both. "Hi, Dinah. Give me just a moment?"

And with that, she hung the last of the paintings she'd bought at the Fourth Dimension Gallery. Then she stepped back, hands on her hips.

"There! What d'you think?"

"Wow, they're gorgeous." Dinah tilted her head, looking at one with seashells, and wondered. "Are they anybody you know? Or just from imagination?"

Looking around with pride, Aphrodite flashed a smile at her. "These happen to be from the imagination of Susan Seddon Boulet, her three representations of . . . me." She sighed. "I don't always enjoy how mortals have imagined me over the years, but these -- these just touched me."

Another sigh, then she turned toward her friend. "What, just cause you're with a guy, I don't get a hug?"

Dinah snickered and walked over to give her a hello-hug, still grateful they'd talked the night before. It had made walking in here a lot easier and less fraught. "Hi, and hi, and the artist really knew what she was doing."

Cal had, for the most part, been hanging back a little, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans as he idly took a glance around the store and wondering if this was a bad idea. It wasn't a surprise at all that it felt like he was back in San Fransisco, at the club again, and he suddenly felt parched for Averna.

Maybe if he focused on the art, and he turned his attention toward it, head tilted.

And then he looked at Dinah with that aren't you going to introduce us expectancy.

"Cal Stephanides," Dinah said, then sliding a look over at 'Dite, "Aphrodite. Goddess of Love and Beauty. From Greece." Like he thought there was another one?

Aphrodite smiled, her eyes finally landing fully on Dinah's friend. "It's really great to meet you, Cal. Dinah told me you're a good friend of hers, and I've become a little fond of her myself, so you're welcome here, anytime." She held out a hand. "Dinah tells me you're from Greece?"

It wasn't the only thing she'd learned from Dinah, but it was a better starting point, if only to keep the girl from blushing.

"Er," Cal said, "my family is."

It was interesting, how he found himself a little more caught up on how she was awfully blonde for a Greek and not so much on the whole Goddess of Beauty and Love thing. It was Fandom, really, but if it the goddess thing really was the case, then this was a little awkward. Somehow, hey, you know that son you popped out with Hermes, the one who some chick turned all androgynous? Yeah, I got to channel him for this sex show I used to be in... didn't seem like the best direction to take the conversation.

"So, yeah." Dinah was, amazingly, not in bad shape. Considering. "You wanted to pick out handcuffs for your death scene...."

"Handcuffs?" Dite's eyebrows rose. "Death scene? Are you an actor, Cal? Is there another play I don't know about?"

There was something. . . odd . . . tickling in the back of her mind whenever she looked at the young man. She tried to dismiss it and smiled at her two guests. "Dinah was in one a week ago or so. She was wonderful."

"I know," Cal said, "I wound up missing it and I suck for it. But I'm making the suggestion that Tennant drop the Billy Shakespeare and get to some of the real classics, the Greeks."

He found himself tilted his head at the blonde, blonde, blonde Aphrodite again.

"Which I'm sure you'd appreciate, right? But Dinah figures it'll turn into a death wish, and we were thinking a Prometheus angle. You know. Strung up to the rocks, eaten alive by birds..."

"Pterodactyls," Dinah said, wandering closer to the book section. "We can definitely get you dinosaurs. And a really good view. Possibly some of those libations?"

"Well, Shakespeare was a nice guy, but his writing was a little over the top. And you're right, Greek tragedies are absolute classics. But Prometheus?" There was something still niggling at her, but she ignored it, tilting her head. "I always forget that mortals consider him a hero."

"Well, fire's kind of important to the development of civilization," Cal pointed out, grinning slightly, despite himself. Considering the roots of the word hermaphrodite, he wanted to maintain a certain antipathy toward her if she really was the goddess, but it was a little difficult. He shouldn't be surprised, all things considering. "He wouldn't have had to be a hero about it if the gods hadn't tried to keep it to themselves."

Dinah snickered and said, "He's got a point. If that's how it happened in your history, anyway."

"The gods? No, no. Try god. Zeus. Not like I had any say in it." She rolled her eyes. "I loved my father, but he wasn't the most charitable of gods. I understand why mortals loved Prometheus, I just always forget." She shrugged. "It was a very long time ago."

Aphrodite waved her hand toward the rest of the store, then led the way further in. "So, looking for handcuffs? Are you thinking something modern and comfy, or do you want realistic and painful? Prometheus wasn't bound with anything lined with fur."

"Sure," Cal agreed, idly inspecting something with feathers that just screamed of Zora, "but I just look so good in pink fluff..."

There were some people in 1970s San Fransisco who would attest to that.

Dinah chortled, then coughed to cover it. "This? I really need to see to believe, Cal."

Feathers. Pink. Fluff. Feeeeathers. One eyebrow rose as something clicked in her mind.

Naaaaaahh. Couldn't be.

Shaking her head, she turned and smiled at the two of them. "Pink is just my favorite color. And don't you laugh, Dinah, I can always tell Cal here about having to dress you at the park. For a moment there you were veeeeerrry happy to be wearing pink, weren't you?"

With a wink, she picked up two sets of cuffs, both sporting pink.

"Pink leather, or metal lined with pink fur?"

He can't be.

"Dress you at the park?" Cal asked, because there was no way he was going to let that slide by with the distraction of pink leather handcuffs. He prided himself in being able to avoid being distracted by that sort of thing, thanks to a lot of practice and exposure.

"And I changed my mind. How about red leather?"

"It was only for a second! After I got done being a kitten," Dinah said, very hurriedly. Thank you so not very much, 'Dite! "Um. Yeah. No clothes, when you turn back, and why not red? Red's good." And seen by Lion-O (maybe), Gabrielle and Irulan as well as 'Dite, gah.

"Red is absolutely good." She winked at Dinah, but said nothing else about pink and kittens. "Here, try these." Aphrodite handed Cal a set of red cuffs with black fur lining. "You could always ask Dinah to buckle them on."

Hey, she was trying to be good! Really!

"You're looking a little red yourself, Dinah," Cal said, nudging her a little with his elbow and grinning.

Not one to lose the advantage of an already potentially embarrassed Dinah, either, he then held out his arms, locking a look her way and tilted his head. "And, yeah, Dinah, why don't you go ahead and help buckle them on?"

If she hadn't talked to 'Dite last night, this would be the point at which she backed away flailing.

So now, there was no backing away. Just the flailing.

"Maybe. I.... will." Dinah gulped and stepped forward, then froze for a second, voice going higher. "So. Uh." She fumbled with the cuffs, not looking directly at Cal, her face going past red and into infrared. Hoo boy. Not even sure if this was hot, or not. "Like this?" And carefully snicked the cuffs into place, before glancing fast at Cal.

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