Zeus had kept her up all night making a special delivery. At first blush, it seemed like an easy task. Take part A, deliver it to part C and don't let part B find out. Easy as pie. If part A hadn't been on of his little tarts. Always blonde, always big chested..and always, always easy as butter to spread. "You're kidding me right?" shaking her head no but knowing she'd have to say yes. Part of the recently amended contract between the two of them. So long as nobody died, she'd do what he asked in exchange for a few favors of her own to be determined at a later date.

Her job was to safely sneak the strumpet, known as Cherry..how unfitting..out of his chambers on Olympus without Hera's knowledge. The woman knows EVERYTHING or has the means to find out. Which meant turning blondie into a kitten, shoving the noisy, flea bag into a burlap sack and heading off somewhere where she could disappear without being detected. Then said bimbo was to be delivered to her home and placed in bed with her husband. Who was herculean in size by the way. Without him ever knowing she was gone. Turns out the heavy man was a light sleeper. He'd be waking up in the morning with one hell of a headache from where she'd knocked him out cold with a solid punch.

Of course, when she brought the ever, faithful wife back from pussycat to human, the woman was all up in her business over the lump Eris little tap had left behind. "What's gonna hurt more" Me hitting him or your screwing someone else? Why don't we wake him up and find out?" Grabbing for a water pitcher when the girl wailed "Nooooooo!"diving to stop her. Eris smiled wickedly. "I see you got your priorities straight real fast. Tell him he fell." Out she went.

Naps were hard to come by when she could get them. Just barely got settled down when there came a knock at the door. "What the hell?" Nobody ever knocks around here. Imagine her surprise when Eros waltzed through the open door. "Did you take an etiquette class?"

"No. But I brought you flowers." Drawing a bouquet of daisies from behind his back. "For you my lovely."

"I don't like daisies. I'm not your lovely..and why are you acting so strange?" About to kick him right out the door.

"Strange" Moi" Nevah! I was trying to be nice. Geesh. You've been down so much lately. Thought I'd help. So how did your date go?"

"Ugh.." Flopping back on the couch, pillow pulled over her face. "not helping.." that pillow was yanked right back off at his question. "What date" I haven't been on any dates. I'm not going on any dates. I don't think it's funny that you're teasing me about my lack thereof."

"The Roman..you know..surly fellow in the bar. Bit of banter between you. Seemed to get along well. You've always had a thing for hot blooded Roman soldiers. " Shrugs, attempting to sit on the couch by lowering himself on a small parcel of couch beside her. Only to get knocked to the floor. "Oomph..what? What did I do?"

Was a kick of her foot which caused his decent to the floor. "You spied on me! You little rat! Don't you have better things to do' ...and it wasn't a date. Was the usual conversation between two strangers in a bar. When he found out who I was..well....you can't date your followers. Bad protocol. You've seen how that turns out."

"Everybody else here does it. Why can't you? OOOOH, because you've never had any before! hehehe..OW!"

"How many more feathers you want to lose before I rip of a whole wing?" Fanning herself with the handful she'd just plucked while he gloated like a fool. "I don't know anything about him and I don't need to. Cause it's never going to be like that."

"You want to know? I can tell you. Boys been around awhile. Had a rough life. I've given him love but it hasn't worked out too well. Though he was in a relationship recently..haven't checked in for a bit, maybe I can look....YIKES!! Holy Buckets woman!" More feathers lost. "Gonna look like I"m molting."

"I don't need to know anything. Please go."

To save himself from any further plucking, Eros marched back out the door. His destination may not please her too much but he wanted to check out this Roman guy a bit more.

*Click. Click. Click. Pause. Click. Click. Click. Pause. Clickclickclick* "Ugh! Television sucks here. Where's unemployment tv" What if I want to know how to sue someone?" Tossing the remote across the room in bored frustration. Being human sucked sometimes. Laying with her head dangling off the bed just to feel the blood rush. Anything to break the monotony. "Maybe I should become a crack head. They see all kinds of crazy things." Who was she talking to' The guy who lived on the ceiling. "It's like you never leave anymore Eros. You're always there. Like a stain bleach won't remove. Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Yep, that was him. As permanent as the burned out lightbulb she'd never changed. To be honest, he was starting to get worried about her. When Zeus had no hairbrained assignments to send her on, she grew restless. After restless came depressed. After depressed came psycho bitch. Psycho bitch was normal. Wasn't the least bit scared of her. But this depressed phase was disconcerting. She was suppose to be ERIS..*lightning cracks, thunder roars*..oops that's Thor. All the same, the woman always had such fire in her eyes, full of piss and vinegar, ready to strike a blow to anyone who got in her way. Right now, all she wanted was rocky road icecream by the gallon. And she was talking to him like a person instead of a pest. SCAREY! "I found you a date."

"Not interested."

"He's cute."

Long, lamenting sight. "Puppies are cute. Babies are cute. Men should not, under any circumstances be cute. The very fact that you say this guy is cute turns me off."

"Does anyone turn you on anymore" You go out, put on a smile and party with strangers each night. Then you come home and crawl into bed alone with the remote. Gonna need a new one by the way." The other lay splintered on the floor. This was number ten that he knew of.

"No."

"No' Did Zeus remove your libido' God, that's worse than making you mortal or stripping your of your powers. Who doesn't want to have sex" That's ludacris! Why I'd march right back up there, bang on his golden doors and demand to get my groove back!"

Responding with only a groan as she rolled, tugging the blanket over her head.

"See, this is what I'm talking about. You're like jello. Poke it and it wiggles but otherwise it's not good for anything. ..Eris.." Easing himself on the bed as she was the most unpredictable minx. "Orion is the cute guy I was talking about. Don't you want to try and rekindle that spark" You two were something else back in the day. "

"No. ..Oh and here." Reaching into the sidetable drawer. "Give Orion's belt back. Tell him I said shove off."

Oh dear, she was in a mood. "You know, I don't think human feelings and hormones are really your thing. Maybe you should give up this mortal venture. You're lonely Eris. It's time to go home."

He'd get no answer.