His laughter was mocking and there was anger in Wrath's eyes but she just tilted her head with a cold smile as the larger of the two bikers broke a pool cue over his former friend's head and dragged him outside. "I'd drag you down to the river of the wrathful if I could and watch you burn in real Fire." Wrath replied in a light, conversational tone that didn't match her words.
With his next words, Wrath simply rolled her eyes. "Do all Greek gods think with their cocks?" She asked sarcastically with a quirk of her eyebrow as she stood, shedding her jacket and smoothing her tank top down over her chest and stomach to remove any wrinkles. With a look of pure amusement, Wrath placed a hand on a cocked hip, holding the pose for a second before turning her back to him and giving him a bit of a smirk over her shoulder. Once she was seated again, Wrath knocked back another shot and laughed. "I'm not about to stalk you to your office, I've got bigger fish to fry." Wrath loved her little jokes, as obvious as they were and she took another shot as Poseidon spoke of his family.
"I caused a shit storm yesterday, fish boy. I turned hundreds of the faithful against each other." She gave him an innocent look that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm just here to drink. If I had wanted to cause a shit storm, we'd be the only two people left breathing in this bar." With that, Wrath took another shot, drinking quickly because every instinct within her was telling her to slice open his stomach or shoot him in the head, no matter how attractive he was.