Persephone rummaged through the dresser drawers. Clothes were flung behind her shoulder, landing on the bed and ground in a colorful pile. Onyx called out in agitation when a skirt landed on his head.

Persephone plucked the garment off the cat and examined it again.

"I have absolutely nothing to wear to this party," she stated.

The dress she was taken in was her only realistic option. It was the only evening wear she had. She sighed and slipped it on. It and been cleaned so there wasn't any mud on the hem, but there was still a small tear. She hoped that the dim light of the party would hide it. Everybody would probably be too drunk to care, anyways.

Smoothing her hair over her shoulder, she grabbed her bag and walked downstairs. Hades was scrolling through his phone in a burgundy had a quick flashback to the night she had first met him. Was that the same tux he wore? It was red, right? The oddity of them two wearing the same clothes from that terrifying night made her second guess what she was still doing here.

Did she completely forget who this was? She picked at her nails and bit the inside of her lip.

Hades turned his gaze to focus of her, his eyes scanning her outfit. "Is that was you're wearing?"

She pulled her purse tight on her shoulder. "I didn't have many options."

He groaned and returned his attention to his phone. A moment later he straightened himself and started waking to the front door. He led them both outside where the streets were a completely different atmosphere than they had been in the daytime.

The sidewalk was alive with crowds, their clothes and hair vibrant with color. Vendors lined the streets selling handmade goods and food. Hades bustled through the crowds without hesitation, Persephone tried her best to keep up, but she was captivated by the activity surrounding her. Watching what they wore, ate and even curious to the different clubs they were walking in and out of.

Neon lights lined the avenue. Persephone must have slowed significantly because she was watching a small group of street singers when her hand was grasped. Hades on the other end of her, urging her to continue on. She followed and the two of them were soon at the entrance of RAGE.

They bypassed the line without any objection from the two huge bodyguards posted at the front. Persephone quickly realized that one glance at Hades gave them full access to anywhere. He guided them up to the VIP area and a group of three girls in hot neon pink squealed his name. He greeted them with a hug and was pulled into conversation.

Persephone stood behind them, not quite sure what to do. The music was explosive, pulsing from the ground and into her legs, pushing her to move to the dance floor. Just when she was about to turn to leave, her arm was grasped by one of the women.

"Persephone," the girl yelled over the bass. She had a beautiful smile and smooth voice that instantly wrapped her in. "My name is Pei, my sisters and I are great friends of Hades."

Persephone didn't know how to respond. Other than: Oh really?I'm currently a willing captive of his, so great to meet you. She ended up opting for a smile of recognition.

"Lovely to meet you," she said.

At this, the rest of the group turned in unison, looking at her as if she had a third eyeball.

"Oh, my," one of the trio said. She had cropped black hair and her arm was looped through Hades. "You aren't from here, are you, girl?"

"Persephone is from Olympus," Hades offered.

This set the entire group off into a fit of laughter. "Oh! That explains it!"

Persephone was confused. "Explains what, exactly?"

"Your vibe," Pei said in a tone that seemed to state the obvious.

She crossed her arm and turned her head to look for an exit. What was she thinking by coming here? She felt like a complete idiot.

Before she could bolt, Pei grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowded upstairs and behind a velvet rope that closed off a large room. Inside there were three vanities with bright green lights and clothes lining the walls.

Pei let go of her hand and wasted no time thumbing through the clothes. "Don't be to put off, vibes can change over time. Until then we will disguise you," she giggled.

"I just wanted to dance,"Persephone confessed.

Pei laughed and pulled a red mini dress from the rack. "Don't you worry, we're about to dance the night away. But you don't want to be in that crowd reeking of Olympus," she held the dress up toPersephone. "This will help remedy that."

Sliding herself into the dress, she felt naked. It was a size too small and her chest felt like it could burst from the bodice at any moment. She pulled at the hem and gave a small sigh of annoyance when it didn't pull.

Pei clapped in approval when Persephone walked out of the changing area. "That is perfect!"

"Are you crazy? I can barely breathe and I'm about to spill out of the top."

Pei nodded. "That's how you know it's right!" she pointed to her own heavy cleavage for reference and Persephone laughed.

Pei ran a dark red lipstick across her lips and put a group of tiny bright orange crystals throughout her hair. Which glittered in the overhead light.

"Theme is fire, right? Now you're red hot."

Persephone rolled her eyes at the cheesy joke and gave one more hopeful tug to her dress. Still nothing. She just had to make sure to not bend, sit or breathe.

On the other side of the velvet rope Pei jogged in front of her to where Hades was hunched the balcony railing overseeing the activity on the dance floor. She tapped his shoulder and pointed to Persephone. He turned and dragged his eyes slowly from the top of her head to her toes. He gave Pei a small smile of gratitude Persephone guessed and offered his hand to her.

"Enough of this nonsense, let's dance."