Pulling up outside the new hot spot, she made a final check in the rear view mirror. Satisfied, she slid out of the seat and hit the button. The series of short beeps let her know everything was locked up and secure. No sense letting a bunch of drunk gods have access to that much fire power.

Well, at least not yet. She smiled. The operative word here being 'yet'.

Besides, she heard that hunky Roman god of war was here. Perhaps they could share *ahem* war stories.

This could be fun.

Wonder if this bar is big enough for the Horsechicks.

The call is out.