"Better Than Zeus" Brunch Club

Eris works her jaw. Finally, she says, “I’m going to miss hanging out with you like this. I like the in-betweens of things. You’re not the Goddess of Witchcraft and Crossroads, you’re just Hecate and you’re throwing knives at stains on the ceiling. And Persephone’s not the Queen of the Underworld, whatever the fuck that entails, and Poseidon visits on the weekends—”“Wait,” Hecate says, her grin growing impossibly wide, “You, Eris, Goddess of Discord, the moodiest little bitch I’ve ever had the misfortune of babysitting, are openly admitting to liking Poseidon’s company?”Eris scoffs. “You like Poseidon’s company.”“In a cool counter-culture way of liking someone’s company,” Hecate shoots back, puffing out her chest and taking the opportunity to slide her hand down and nab Eris’ last knife. Eris sputters, then cackles as Hecate’s words sink in. Hecate nails it through Eris’ last shot, beaming down at the little shit. It's Hecate's turn to conspire, but instead of inspiring deep personal growth, she just wants to gather together some people that she's made the mistake of liking, to spend time together. And maybe get thrown out of a lot of bars. Banned, is the better word. Brother Brunch 2.0.