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This week’s word prompt is “greasy”.
So today we are with back with Demeter and Freddy in the third Gods of DC book.
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**Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
They were shown to a booth in the corner of the warm, dark pub. Demeter glanced around her. It reminded her of the taverns in Ireland that Persephone would drag her to. There was laughter and a little singing. Everyone in the place seemed happy. It was the perfect place to spend the evening with Freddy.
She caught the sight of his furrowed brow across the table after she placed her order. She took a sip of the wine the waitress had brought her then cocked her head. “What?”
He shook his head. “Not what I expected the goddess of the harvest to order.”
She laughed. “My diet does normally leaned towards vegetarian. But I can appreciate a good, greasy cheeseburger every once in awhile.”
He chuckled with her. “Then you won’t be disappointed. Their burgers are worth going to war over.”
“That’s good to know.” Demeter paused. “So your mother makes shepherd’s pie, huh?”
“Every once in awhile. It’s an old family recipe,” Freddy answered.
“Do you see your family much?”
He shrugged. “Not really. My job is pretty much twenty-four hours and day, seven days a week. I’m lucky if I get to sleep some days.”
She frowned at his confession. “What exactly does my nephew make you do?”
“I’m his right hand. I’m at his side in battle. I’m sent to instigate conflict. And when I’m not off having that fun I run the bar for him. Or, as you understand it, tend to his temple. It’s a far cry from what my grandfather had to do. No more lighting incense and leading prayers. Now I mix drinks and keep shit from hitting the fan.”
She pursed her lips together as she watched him take a sip of ale. “You don’t sound happy with your job.”
“I am. It just doesn’t leave much time for other things I want.” His stare met hers. The intensity sent a shiver through her, silencing her. She scooped up her wine glass and hid behind it as she took a bigger drink than she meant to.
He reached over to wrap her hand lying on the table in his. “What would you like to do after dinner?”
“I thought we were just getting dinner before Persephone arrives tomorrow,” she countered.
“And you go home.” He spat the words out like they were bitter.
“You act if you don’t want me to go.”
“I don’t. At least not until I see what is happening between us. I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
Her heart stampeded in her heart. “Freddy, you’re so young and handsome. There are lots of girls your age.”
“I know. I watch them in my club as they get drunk and crawl all over anything that moves. I don’t want them. I want you.”
Demeter opened her mouth to object but clamped it shut as the waitress set their meals in front of them. She gazed at Freddy as he dug into his pie.