Some people craved attention and interaction, concealing their pain and hurt with makeup as they prepared for a long night of loud partying, getting lost in themselves as alcohol and drugs consumed their beings. Losing their inhibitions for the night as they find themselves in the middle of a crowd of sweating strangers, who were just as drunk as they were.

Irresponsible people, making reckless decisions and laughing about it the next day when they are hungover and can hardly remember. Hardly remember that moment in time when they couldn't feel their pain and only focused on themselves and what they wanted to do. The night that was about them, them and no one else.

Persephone curled up beside the window, head against the cold pane as she watched the flashing colourful lights from a street away. The music was loud and she could hear it clearly.

Her pale hands cupped around the mug that held lemonade, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

She should probably begin to get ready for the club already, but she couldn't bring herself to get up, already having a bad feeling about that afternoon.

Deciding to just suck it up, she placed the mug on the table and walked to her room, beginning to just stare at the inside of her wardrobe as she wondered on what to wear.

A maya blue silk dress was chosen. It hugged her somewhat slim waist and reached down to the top of her knees. She paired it with black heels and a blue themed make-up look.

Observing herself in the mirror she looked over her outfit. Blue like the colour of his eyes, dark hair down and flowing past her waist - he had once told her he liked it better that way.

What made her not good enough for him? Was she too fat?

She acknowledged her thick hips and thick thighs, her breasts were smaller than one would expect from her body type, and her lower abdomen stuck out a little. She hated how her body looked, way too much meat and no guy liked that.

Sighing, she gathered her things to wait for Leanne and Pat who were forcing her to go out with them.

Leanne knocked on the door to the apartment very loudly and was greeted by a smiling Persephone.

"Break my door why don't you?" Persephone rolled her eyes and got out, locking the door behind her.

"I try." Leanne shrugged as she quickly ushered Persephone to the elevator.

Looking at her friend in confusion, Persephone tilted her head.

"Pat is illegally parked so we need to hurry before the cops get here." Leanne explained after noticing the other girl's expression.

Once the got to the bottom, they practically ran to the car where Pat was tapping the wheel impatiently, "I feel like a getaway driver." she grinned in excitement.

"Okay then goody-two-shoes." Leanne rolled her eyes as the car started and headed to the club, 'Cosmo', the same one that Aric was going to the next day.

The club was full and the line to get in stretched to the next street. The bright lights not even reaching people at the back of the line.

"How are we supposed to get in?" Persephone gaped, not exactly wanting to have to wait in line with only a small chance of actually getting into the club.

"Pat's got connections," Leanne giggled and nudged the driver, whose face turned a deep red.

Somehow, Pat found parking and they began to walk to the club, "Who's your connection, Pat?" Persephone inquired curiously, her feet already beginning to hurt from walking in heels.

"No one in particular," She replied to which Leanne snorted.

They walked to the front of the line and spotted a somewhat bulky man dressed in a black suit, wearing sunglasses even at this time of day.

Pat reached him and Persephone saw the lightest of a smile light up his face. Pat whispered a few words and he nodded, kissing her forehead and allowing the trio into the club.

"Who was that?" Persephone laughed and looked at her friend who was as red as a tomato.

"Harry" she mumbled and was hardly heard over the loud music.

"No way! He shaved his moustache?" Leanne gaped and Pat only laughed in return.

They went to the bar and each took a seat on the stools, chattering randomly to each other, but soon Pat and Leanne decided to go to the dance floor, to which Persephone refused.

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"This is stupid." The man cursed as he walked towards the club that he owned, 'Cosmo' it was called.

Upon spotting the tall man, the bouncer immediately moved aside to let him pass.

The man's black hair was tousled carelessly as his eyes, a mixture of brown and red, observed the drunk bodies squashed together, a bit like sardines in a can. Some girls noticed his entrance and they stared him up and down and began to stand up to go and talk to him. They were stopped by his violent glare.

As he continued to walk, the crowds parted for him, sensing the danger that practically oozed out and covered him in a protective shield. He looked towards the bar and his paced steps ceased, his whole body froze as his eyes widened.

She was sitting on a stool in a blue dress, black hair cascading like a waterfall down her shoulders. Her legs were crossed as she leant forward on the bar, head tilting back occasionally as she drank shots.

It was her, he didn't have to see her face to know it was her, such a beautiful body shape, curves clear on her figure, slim fingers tapping the bench. He found her, his queen, his eternal love.

He moved forward and sat beside her at the bar, turning to her in slight amusement, "Careful there Flower, that's a lot of alcohol," he had a deep voice that was strong and authoritative, but when he spoke to her, his voice was soft.

She turned to look at him, her green eyes wide in surprise. The man was very attractive, her heart began to race as she stared at his eyes that stared right back, his eyes reminded her of molten rock and seemed to glow. His lips were upturned in a friendly smile, nose straight and perfect and slight stubble, his face seemed to be chiselled by the Gods. She had a nagging feeling that she's met him before.

"Dear Eros," She muttered under her breath, referencing the God of Love and Lust. Realising that she was staring, she cleared her throat and averted her gaze to the growing collection of shot glasses, "I can take it." she replied after realising he had said something.

"What's your name?" He asked even though he knew exactly who she was.

She was, of course, Persephone, the Goddess of Spring, daughter of the King of Olympus and the Goddess of Agriculture. Doomed to live life posing as a mortal, lost from the eyes of the one she was destined to be with.

"I'm Persephone, and you?" She smiled up at him and Hades felt his heart stop in his chest, her voice was smooth and soft, hardly heard over the loud noises of the club.

Her eyes squinted and dimples formed when she smiled up at him.

"Hades." He replied.