Erebus sought no more interaction with these two very loud deities, at least until he had some alcohol in him, but until he found that he followed them out of the strange round room. Once outside, he scowled and cringed abruptly as they stepped into the sun light. He growled and cursed in Greek under his breath. Turning away from the bright light, he opened his suit coat and reached inside. From within the shadows his suit was made of shadows, he drew forth a matching fedora and a pair of thin, stylish sun glasses, both composed of shadows as well. While he did not care much for humanity, they had made stupendous steps in sun shielding apparel. Erebus layed the shades over his eyes, the hat onto his head and turned back to the outside.
Figuring that Loki, had some clue of where they were going, Erebus followed him and the large thundering Asgardian. Erebus tried to recall the name but almost instantly lost intrest and stopped caring. And the only reason he remembered Loki's name at all was the fact his ears were still ringing from the large oaf's loud voice.
As they stepped into the food hall, Erebus quickly seperated himself from the Asgardians. Since the dining hall was much more dimly lit than outside, Erebus let his shades sit down the bridge of his nose. He walked for the furtherest, most secluded table, in the far corner of the food hall. As he stepped, he could feel himself being watched. Erebus was used to blending into the shadows, out of attention and notice, regardless of where he went. So being watched felt unnerving and uncomfortable, however only one thing was on his mind at the time: liquor, and he would not be swayed from his mission.
Erebus reached his table and as he took his seat, with his back to the rest of the dining hall, the light bulb in the fixture above him flickered twice and then burnt out. "Aww...." Erebus exhaled deeply as if saying 'one problem down'. Erebus spoke slowly and softly as he cast his hand's shadow on the table. "χύσει το άδειο δοχείο." (pour out the empty bowl) With this incantation, Erebus could reach into his shadow and from it draw out anything from another shadow. However, in his weakened state, Erebus felt the connection with all shadows and darkness falter. He could not focus on every shadow, every silhouette, every form of darkness like he normally could. Erebus was starting to become enraged but before it settled in, he remembered a bottle of ancient wine he had hidden away. All he needed to do was focus on the shadow of the wine bottle, buried within the grave of a young roman woman he had met while in Italy millenniums earlier. He had visited her grave often and remembered its exact location. Every few centuries or so, since her death, he would exhume her grave and rebury her within a new coffin, along with the bottle of wine and a few other trinkets he kept hidden.
"There you are..." Erebus whispered out darkly as he finally connected with the bottle within the darkness of the woman's coffin. He slowly reached inside his hand's shadow and drew forth the bottle. It was aged thousands of years, with a veil of dust encrusted into the glass after years, even the bottle looked like it was from far before the epoch of Anno Domini.
Erebus had been saving this for over 2000 years, saving it for a day just like his, saving it for a truly s**ty day. The bottle had a bee wax cork and candle wax used to seal it, but neither of these lasted on the bottle longer than a second before Erebus had torn it away.
Erebus gazed softly into the bottle, gentle remembrances of his past went through his mind. Erebus needed to stop them. He took the bottle to his lips and began to drank slowly, savoring every drop.
