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Characters: Aphrodite and Poseidon
Date/Time: One summer night back in 2002
Location: Exclusive NYC nightclub
Rating: TBD, but probably high, knowing those two.
Warnings: Young Aphrodite and Poseidon. Guess.
Summary: One fateful night, in the right place at the right time, the Foamborn meets the Sea Lord...

It was a gorgeous summer night in New York. Aphrodite was 24, and still hot on the market. She was working at the magazine, barely more than she had been as an intern in college, but she was still doing well as a model, and had begun to sketch out her own designs.

But, tonight was about pleasure as much as work. Networking. Being seen. Especially being seen. Aphrodite was dressed to kill in a short red dress that made men's mouths water, and strappy heels to match. Tonight, she would be irresistable. She'd gone out to the dance floor, turning heads with her every motion.

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It was enough to make the clerk shift behind the counter, swallowing heavy, and tapping against his computer keyboard rapidly. "There you go. Room 520."

Poseidon swiped the card off the counter, biting Dite's bottom lip, dragging her to the elevator.

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"Careful, sweetheart. This face is my fortune," she murmured against his kisses.

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"Oh, I won't do too much damage," he grinned as the door slid closed, the couple beside them scooting towards the front of the elevator, eying the display.

It wasn't but a few seconds before that ding hit and the elevator stopped, the older gentleman beside them clearing his throat as a reminder that this was their floor.

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Aphrodite tumbled from the elevator with him, still locked in that embrace. She barely glanced at the numbers on the wall, until she saw 520.
"Looks like we made it," she purred.