Sin City [trivia]

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Mercury was tired. But there was one thing he needed to do to give himself a break from things. He had to get back to his old self. He had taken the time needed to mourn his children. Their deaths, well, any god was stupid and a liar. He knew a liar when he saw one. Every child he had was important. Every child he had meant something to him. He loved them, their mothers, the little time that he had spent with them. War was something that made this particular immortal truly believe that the lives of mortals were so fleeting, like a candle they could be snuffed out in an instant. He hated war, he had no taste for such unpleasantness. How Mars could... well that Brute was the god of war after all and his own children reveled in it. He never could understand such things from such a stupid man. War was never a good thing. Most of the blame, he put on Saturn. Some of the blame he put on himself. A fraction of the blame he put on Mars. War was his domain after all. But at least if his children had died in battle, there was a chance they would be stuck serving Mars for all eternity. Strike that, being stuck in No Man's land in the Underworld would have been better.

Mercury put on a charming smile as he swung his legs out of the car. He tipped the rim of his fedora, it was adorned with all sorts of trinkets and his wrists were adorned with leather bracelets. EAch trinket was a gift from one of his children from over the years. He remembered getting them and which child gave them to him. They were so precious to him. Ceaser's palace, the casino in the desert was a nice place for him to hang out. He tended to rest and recharge here. Vegas was an adult playground. Money was never an issue. He had more money hidden away than the richest man in the world. He tossed his keys to the convertible and gave the valet boy a tip of nearly three hundred dollars. He was a generous man. But he was also one of the biggest spenders that this casino had ever seen. To the mortals that worked here, he was a CEO of some large corporation. They called him Mr. Addams. No one here knew he was a god of Finance. He could play the tables and always come out a winner. He didn't need Lady Fortuna to sprinkle him with her blessing. He was a master thief after all. He could count cards and slight of hand till his heart's content and no one could catch him.

Mercury winked at the girl who worked the front desk, sending her a charming smile that would woo any woman. The desk girl blushed deeply as she handed him a key. Mercury smiled, thanking her, and moving off. The hotel manager shook his hand and wished him a pleasant stay. Anything Mercury wanted or desired, all he had to do was ask. Or, he could go his traditional way and take it. He only resorted to the way of tradition when he couldn't get what he wanted by honeyed words. He winked at a few passing girls as he walked into the big spender tables. He placed his bet at a black jack table and watched the decks of cards intently. HE was a master of speed and it seemed as if time itself slowed down while he watched the cards casually. He knew exactly what cards were coming up. Mercury knew how to plan accordingly. He adjusted the sunglasses on his face, tipping the rim of his fedora upwards. Tonight was going to be a big night of winning. Five thousand for a first bet was a little low, but there was no need to get ahead of himself. He smirked, tapping his finger on the top of the cards he was dealt, signaling for him to be hit. A nine, a ten and a two. Perfect. Twenty one. And the money was his. Mercury ordered a tumbler of rum before relaxing back into his chair. This was going to be a good night.

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The small bodies of Alexis and Ryan were finally set to rest, burned in a pire and ashes spreed among the very trees they grew. That Remus Stone was certainly hard headed about it all, but considering he helped at least one of her children to live; she could sit and deal with him a few moments. Indulge the little praetor. He didn't want their resting place desecrated, since their bodies were deep under the foliage. Who did he think he was dealing with? Obviously he hasn't given much thought to her being the goddess of magic, friends with Ceres and Proserpina themselves. She knew how to move trees without harming them, how to retrieve the bodies while leaving the bit of a shrine intact for them. Not to mention human bodies where terrible fertilizer for plants, killing them with the acid in their blood. Ashes on the other hand, wonderful for plants.

Where was a woman to go once she had taken it upon herself to burn and spreed the ashes of her granddaughter, and her granddaughters friend? Why Las Vegas of course! The town that never slept was perfect for the lady of the night. Trivia slept during the day, if she slept at all. Wonderful part of being a goddess, sleep was not necessary. She skipped around a few clubs, changing her hair to being short while she danced. Downed a few drinks, and stole whatever drinks someone else had tampered with. She was still the watcher of young woman after the sun fell below the horizon after all. Even if they didn't always pray to her.

There were quite some interesting people in Las Vegas. She and Mercury had a number of children and legacies running around these places. Mercury's children where quite good at slight of hand, and made some of the most wonderful magicians. They were also the animal handlers in some places, which Trivia happened to love taking a trip by. Just to make sure the poor creatures were treated well, not every one of Mercury's children could be wonderfully kind. They were also business men that enjoyed travel around the world any day of the week. Her own made their name in the world, and seedy quiet of the world. It was always thrilling to have a run in with those people.

At the moment she couldn't help but where a shimmery black number, of course it shone like the night sky. A true night sky, stars and the milky way wrapped themselves around her lovely figure. Shorter in the front than the back, and with a shawl that was taken once she rolled the tongue of the gentleman back into his mouth. She enjoyed the attention she got, but she was no ones lady luck tonight. She came to have fun, whatever fun might be had. This was Las Vegas after all.

“Now that looks familiar.” she said tracing a line around the brim of a fedora, the trinkets and cloth of various adventures, and gifts, adorning it. “What clever business man could possibly belong to this?” she said tapping on the leather bracelets, staying behind him though she was certain he could recognize her right away. “Oh? Is this one new?” she asked touching one of the many trinkets on his wrists. She could remember every single one, and where he got them from. He was no where above boasting about what he got from his children, or others children that he claimed at his own. It was rather cute.