WHO Ares, Melpomene, Antigone at the start WHEN Monday night WHERE Melpomene's apartment WHAT Booty call WARNINGS It's Ares, he's either fighting or fucking
Ares isn't a particularly romantic creature, except when it comes to Aphrodite of course, but then she is an exception to his every rule.
Still, he made the effort and brought a bottle of wine with him when he strode up the step to Melpomene's front door. Red wine of course, like blood, imported from Greece. There were some very exciting Greek vineyards making interesting varieties, so why bother with second-rate French rubbish? There was a bottle of ouzo in his pocket too, just in case the wine didn't go far enough.
Melpomene intrigued him. He hadn't thought that the slender Muse would have been capable of taking him, but she had, and had enjoyed it enough to want more. Ares felt good about that. He recalled her spasming around his fingers and almost brought his hand to his face, as if he could still smell her on him.
He reached the door and knocked, his fist creating a heavy thud that almost commanded the door open on its own.