3 gods, 3 different pantheons, All Fashion

[chaos-embodied.insanejournal.com]

Characters: Seth, Aphrodite, Odin
Date/Time: July 7
Location: Lovelace Fashion Gala
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Summary: New York's three top fashion moguls attend the Lovelace company's latest gala. Set after the discovery of their godly identities to one another.


"Would you like a refill, Mr. Fizzini?"

Aldo nodded to the waiter, handing him his empty glass. Aldo tended to despise these sorts of gatherings. The city's elite coming to gawk at the latest fashions. He noted a few familiar faces, a judge here, a few aldermen there, and he was certain he spotted the major's son..with a woman who was not his current girlfriend. Perhaps a little chaos could be interjected into these proceedings yet, especially if the young man's reputation for drinking was well founded.

"Your drink, sir."

Aldo gives a polite nod as the waiter goes about his work. Still, he had been invited by Clarissa Lovelace herself to attend this party. Likely to show off her latest designs to the competition, but that was alright. Aldo never expected his way to the top to be easy..it never was. Perhaps that was half the fun. Besides if anything she could be an excellent conversationalist and there was only so much high-society garbage he could stomach. Maybe he'd review with Marco afterwards to see anyone needed whacked. That always improved his mood.

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[venusingucci.insanejournal.com]

Callista smiled to see the familiar face.

"Aldo, dear. So good you were able to come," she purred. "Enjoying yourself thus far?"

[gladsheim-guy.insanejournal.com]

He made an entrance. As always. Just as predictable he had two models, one hanging on each shoulder and his arms loosely around their waists and a big, cocky grin on his face. The press were immediately all over him, flashes going off as they sought that perfect photo for whatever rag they worked for.

He posed for a few of them, but not many, exchanged some words, pointed at certain individuals, laughed. Basically being himself. Once the chaos looked to be dying down some he kissed a too skinny cheek then sent the girls off with a blatant swat to their backsides. After that, he just smoothed the leather jacket he was wearing needlessly and looked around for a drink.

He hated these things.

[chaos-embodied.insanejournal.com]

Aldo gives a polite smile.

"I admit these sorts of parties aren't usually my thing, but your gift for design innovation is always a pleasure to see. Thank you for inviting me."

Aldo turns at Eric's sudden entrance and smirks.

"Here comes the life of the party."

[venusingucci.insanejournal.com]

"You're a man of fine taste," Callista said with a knowing smirk--one that blossomed into a smile at the sight of Erik.

"Ah, there you are, darling." She greeted him with a light kiss. "Having fun getting your smiling face on tabloid covers?"