WHO Marcie, Tragos WHEN Thursday night (after this) WHERE the bar/nightclub near Ares’ gym, then a hotel. WHAT the aftermath of Apollo’s visit and some sibling sabotage WARNINGS references to sexual violence, spiking a drink, smut
She had had a couple of drinks and some food by the time the War Dogs started filtering into the nightclub, and she watched their mood. They were bubbling with laughter and kept whooping and clapping each other on the back.
So. Ares had won. Something unknotted in Marcie’s gut and her shoulders sagged with relief. She didn’t have to wait to be claimed by Apollo. She could go home and sleep easy.
The thick-faced one they called Barak pulled up to the bar near her, with the cruel looking man who had blocked her entry into the arena and a couple of others. She looked at them a moment, then turned her head away, hoping they would pay her no notice. Maybe Tragos would come and place his body between her and them like he did at the gym and it would be okay.
Well, fuck them. She had every right to be here, same as them. And she hadn’t finished her drink. She would do that, and then she would leave, and have a big relaxing bubble bath and read a book and everything would be fine in the morning.