His Undoing

He glowered over the rim of his glass at the mortals in the club. His brother was watching two women grind against each other, come-hither smiles plaguing their faces. Poseidon watched his brother, an appreciative smile teasing the corners of his mouth. He turned and met Poseidon's eye, and a brief flash of guilt washed over his face, quickly replaced with a s**t-eating grin.  "What do you say, brother? Up for some fun?" Zeus nodded towards the girls.  "You have got to be f*****g kidding me.." Poseidon grumbled. "Have you no standards? You already dragged me out here, you promised me you wouldn't make me get into anything. What was it you said? Ah, yes. 'One drink, old chap. You make our father look like a party girl'."  Zeus laughed and slapped a large hand on his brother's shoulder, still watching the girls out of the corner of his eye. Poseidon, angry and steaming, finished his drink and stood, collecting his coat.  "Where the f**k do you think you're going?" Zeus asked, his tone harsh.  "I said one f*****g drink," he retorted, not in the mood for his brother's drama tonight, and gestured towards the now empty glass. "You got your drink, and I won't sit around and watch you exude debauchery like a horny teenager. I don't care what kind of marriage you have with Hera- you should hold yourself to higher regard than..." He trailed off, realizing his brother was no longer listening, beckoning for the young women to come his way. Poseidon rolled his eyes, shrugging his coat over his defined shoulders with more force than necessary, tearing the poor thing at the seams. He groaned and ripped the whole thing off, leaving it at the bar and conjuring a portal, thinking only of his favorite place in the world...