Celebrated victim of your fame. [ closed ]

[chickbro]

Who: Ares and Noah
What: bro times or something.
Where: Ladon's bar
When: Day, some time after this
Warnings: Ares is there. JUST SAYIN

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[waring_god]

Watching the drunken brawl was quite entertaining. It was one of those things that Ares never ceased to get a kick out of watching. Two people simple throwing themselves into the fray for a clashing of fists, kicks, and whatever else they could get their hands on

[chickbro]

When Ares approached, Noah didn't really notice until he had started talking. The heavy footfalls were just noise she didn't need to deal with right now but were otherwise unavoidable in an already loud bar full of drunks. However, when he spoke she opened her eyes to half-mast and just stared. Who the hell was that?

"You're welcome?" she assumed it was a compliment with the way he said that, but she honestly couldn't tell -- or bring herself to really care -- at the moment while nursing her head and feeling around the soon to be bruised area around her eye. She was trying to judge her own injuries, but with how much she drank and how hard she had gotten hit she would probably fail to notice a few things. Like that missing tooth.

She snorted though at the latter comment, "That's because most women bite and scratch and pull hair. I've been in enough fights to know that shit won't work." and she had three brothers, of course she was going to know a thing or two, "Who the hell are you? Are you gonna get pissed and throw a few punches,

[waring_god]

Her words cause the god to let out a hearty chuckle. "Too true. Either they have impeccable form and grace, staying too controlled over their actions, or they're nothing better than the lot on trash television. True warriors are a rare find these days

[chickbro]

She snorted again. Or tried to, but ended up coughing, leaning over the side of the chair and spitting out a bit of blood before she looked back up to him. "True warriors? Yeah, no shit." of course that comment added to the 'I'm the God of War' thing would make her assume he meant, like, gladiators and junk. That's where her mind went anyhow.

"Oh, good. One bar fight a day is my limit. I'm not as young as I use to be," not that she got into bar fights much when she was younger, but he doesn't need to know that.

Now she'll just be staring, not entirely sure if she should believe him or not. Buuuut she's drunk, in pain and is more inclined to do so. That and she already made friends with magical people, elves, giant robots so why not a God of War? Made total sense. "Nice to meet you...?" is that what you say to Gods in the middle of a bar while bleeding from the face?

"I'm Noah. I have no impressive title outside of Lieutenant Commander in the Navy." Lame.

Anyway, she'll be trying to stand again now.