It was strange to be visiting the club scene again, after having been away for so long. So much had happened in the past few weeks, the past few months even, that even he could not find much pleasure in bar-hopping and picking up random chicks for one night stands.
He'd officially broken his record in holding a job down, too. Despite everything that had been happening to the Greeks, Ares had managed to make it to his twice-a-week job for over a month. It was something worth celebrating and perhaps that was what had got him here.
Sitting at the bar under the dim lighting, Ares ordered himself a martini and rolled the olive in his mouth. He could barely hear anything going on around him but he felt right at home in the ordered chaos.