Having the intricate job of being the messenger of the gods as well as the sole guide of human souls to the Underworld, Hermes is a god that quite enjoys the few times that he can truly relax without being interrupted by the needs of the other gods.

Given his history of being god of thieves, alongside being quite the trickster, Hermes most enjoys spending his time in the Lotus Casino—gambling and playing with the mortals that have succumbed to the potent scent of lotus in the air among other things.

Tonight, after a rather irritatingly long day handling the many needs of the gods—specifically Zeus and Poseidon arguing back-and-forth about something—Hermes finds himself sipping ambrosia as he plays poker with a small group of mortals that are too far gone to the lotus fumes to truly realize what they're doing. In truth, he could probably outright cheat, and no-one would notice.

Sometimes the ease of the game is a bit boring, and tonight is one of those unfortunate times that Hermes simply cannot bring himself to enjoy blatantly stealing from these mindless drones.

Brown eyes wander the casino as Hermes plays his hand, without even bothering to pay attention in the slightest to the mind-numbing conversation around him, looking for anything that might entertain him.

There.

Someone sits alone at the bar, looking somewhat more aware than most of the other patrons within the casino—someone new, someone fresh enough to still retain some of their own willpower.

After tossing his hand down on the table and dismissing himself from a game that won't miss him, Hermes straightens out his suit, and he makes his way toward the bar with his usual swagger and an ambrosia goblet in hand.

"Hey there," Hermes greets as he slides into the barstool beside his target, brown eyes taking in the sight of them with a certain mischievousness. "I hope I'm not bothering you, but I saw you sitting alone over here, and I thought I'd introduce myself. Call me Hermes—and what's your name, honey?"