"I can't think of anything worse than a Titan family reunion," Antigone said, before she could clear the thought with her mouth. That could have been the alcohol (she ordered hers strong and the bartender hadn't skimped). She snorted at her own words, once her ears caught up. "That's a fucking lie, Antigone. Plenty worse. Still. Nope," she said, taking another sip. "None of that." She looked at Bia, trying to imagine this woman, overthrowing Titans.
It wasn't that difficult, really.
Maybe she could help, against Ares - no, Antigone pushed that thought out of her mind as fast as she'd though it. It reeked too much of hope, and she couldn't handle hope tonight.