Ares and Melpomene, before midnight
Ares was well on his way to a good level of drunk. Hybris had been a tasty little appetiser, but he was keen to continue the party (in his pants) until dawn if he could manage it.
He had returned to red wine, as he always did when he was sinking into his cups. The old ways died hard, and there was no better way to get sloshed out of your tree than drinking the fruity nectar of Greek grapes.
He spied a knot of Muses, standing together, wasn't sure how many. Well, raise the odds and try them all on at once. He'd slept with at least one or two of them before, depending on who was here. It was on his bucket list to eventually knock them all off, even boring Clio.
Sauntering over, he announced his arrival by throwing his arms wide and performing a deep bow, only spilling a little of his drink as he did so. He recognised Melpomene anyway, and gave her a little wink. Oh yes, he remembered Mene. "Hello, beautiful."