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'Dite's Decadent Delights, Sunday

Valentine's Day, Women's Olympic Hockey on the television, and flowers from her friends. 'Dite was having a good day.

Even if she hadn't heard from Max.

There were, however, a dozen red roses on her counter, with the card that simply said, From a Secret Admirer. It made her smile to think of it. Was it Max? Someone else? A mystery, and she would smile whenever she looked over at the flowers.

Hercules had finished the issue of his collar by pulling it off and chewing it to shreds. 'Dite had rolled her eyes and given up.

"You eat my flowers and I'll turn you into gremlin bait."

He gave her an innocent look, then settled down. To wait. And stare at his prey. After all, he liked the color red.

'Dite's Decadent Delights is open, and the roses are in danger.

(ooc: store and post open, but I'm on SP till tonight. Expecting one very late. Happy Valentine's Day, all!)

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Max timed his arrival so that he pushed open the door to 'Dite's shop a few minutes before closing time. He had spent some time deciding what, if anything, he should get her for the day.

He... still wasn't sure how to react to her revelation during the whole situation with Raven. But... he knew he enjoyed her company, and for now, that was enough for him.

So he had a bottle of rather nice wine. He wasn't usually a wine sort of guy, but he knew quite a bit about the stuff, so the bottle was not only expensive, but excellent as well.

"Hello?" he called. "I hope you haven't forgotten me in all the time I've been gone."

'Dite had been in the middle of closing up, which included trying to find a safe place for the roses. Holding the vase in her hands, she looked from the flowers to Max and back.

"Hi. I'm sorry, who are you again?" She smiled to let him know she was just playing.

"Just some hapless guy who was intrigued by your signage and decided to wander into your shop," Max returned with a little grin. He walked toward her and leaned over for a quick kiss.

"Miss me?"

"I did." She kissed him back.

Setting the flowers on the desk, she looked from them back to Max. "Are these from you? Tell me the truth."

Max eyed the flowers for a thoughtful moment, then shrugged. "Wish I'd thought of 'em." Women always liked flowers, after all. "But all I have for you is this..." he held out the bottle of wine.

"Wine? Ooh!" She took the bottle, eyeing the label. "Nice. Did you have plans for this? Expecting me to share, were you?"

She'd totally be willing, but it had been a few days and she wanted to tease.

"Well, if you have other plans," Max drawled, teasing her right back, "I wouldn't want to interrupt them..." He pulled back just far enough that he could pretend he was willing to walk away.

"How could I have plans? You haven't called." She pouted at him. "I've been all alone . . . on Valentine's day."

There might have been a sniff.

"Oh, what kind of cruel man would leave you all alone on such a day?" Max tried to sound stern and disapproving, rather than fond, as he reached out and brushed her cheek gently.

"What a cad."

"Yes, you are." She nodded, then winked. "But I'll forgive you because you brought me this nice bottle of wine, and I'll even share because I'm just sweet like that."

A flick of her finger and there were two glasses on the counter beside the bottle. "Will you open the wine, or should I?"

"The sweetest," he agreed with a chuckle. "And it's your bottle. You should do the honors."

With a smile, 'Dite decided to do this the easy way. Running a finger along the neck of bottle, the cork followed her finger, coming free with a pop.

"Easy enough." She filled a glass about half way and held it out to him. "So. Would you like to go do something this week? The Olympics are happening. I could get us tickets."

"Olympics..." Max hummed thoughtfully. "That's some sort of major sporting event, right?" He was pretty sure he'd seen something about it on TV.

"'Some sort of major sporting event'? Are you joking?"

She'd been pouring a glass of wine for herself when he said that. Looking away from the glass, Aphrodite stared at him, ignoring the rising level of liquid.

"It's only THE sporting event! Of the year! Of any year!"

Max might want to save that wine from overflowing.

Max deftly swapped the empty glass in his hand for the one she was about to over-fill. "Is it, now?" he chuckled. "Sounds like you're going to have to take me and make me understand just how important it is. I mean, it's not like we've got them back home."

"Well, if you don't have gods, you would't have Olympics." She set the bottle down. "The Olympic games started as a celebration of the gods of Olympus. Like me." 'Dite grinned. "There are lots of stories, but the fact is that my little brother Hercules started them, to honor our father Zeus after a big battle."

Sipping the wine, she raised an appreciative eye as she looked at the glass. "Nice. Anyway, so back then it was just a bunch of races and stuff and women weren't allowed. Now there are just tons of events and women compete same as the men!" Another sip. "So, you wanna go?"

"A series of competitions in your honor, and you're inviting me? How could I refuse?" Max grinned and sipped his own wine. It was good, even if he wasn't a huge wine drinker.

He grinned. "Besides, I've been dragging you around for so long, I suppose it's my turn to get dragged along."

"Maaaaaax." Aphrodite put the glass down and stepped very close to him. "You haven't been dragging me around. Do you really think the goddess of love would let that happen?" There was a very exaggerated wink at the end of that statement.

"I have to admit they're not really in my honor anymore -- but they're still fun to watch. People from countries all over the world battling for glory." She shivered, grinning. "It still makes me all warm and fuzzy inside when I think about it."

"You do have a point there," Max chuckles. "I pity the man who tries to drag you anywhere you don't want to go."

"But, still, I think I'd enjoy a trip to the games with you."

"Excellent! I can get us some totally bodacious seats."

Max should not ask where the word bodacious came from, or what it means. Goddess speak. 'Nuff said.

"How about Thursday?"

"Thursday, Thursday," Max tapped his chin in obviously mock-consideration. "I don't know... I'm soooo busy."

No he wasn't.

"Oh, I see how it is. Yes, Professor Max is too busy, but the Goddess of Love isn't? Right." She folded her arms, giving him a mock glare. "I just have millions of love requests to answer, and a temple to run, not to mention the store, the counseling center, and checking up on what Ares is up to."

She didn't mention that the temple ran itself, Bliss was in charge of the love requests, and Ares had been strangely quiet for months.

"Yes, but you're a goddess, and I'm nothing but a simple soldier." So, obviously, it should all be easy for her.

"But I think I can squeeze you into my busy schedule." He emphasized 'squeeze' by wrapping an arm around her waist and doing just that.

Aphrodite squeezed back, her hands on his back, just below his waist.

"Is that a yes, Mr. Simple Soldier? Go with me to the games on Thursday? We can hit as many different sports as you want."

"That's a yes, Ms. Oh-so-busy Goddess of Love."

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