Wrath just laughed. "Oh, little heathen, you're so far away from home, so without belief and you think you can take down a Sin. I live in the minds of every mortal and immortal and you barely survive through your myths. Careful, tadpole, or I will try me some seafood." It was laughable, a dying god who thought he could take her down.
Again she rolled her eyes at the compliment and looked at him with expectation in her eyes. "Tit for tat, fish king. Give me a twirl, show off that ass." She settled back to watch, her head swimming lightly from the drinks as she gulped back her last shot.
Gesturing for the waitress, she ordered ten this time, lighting up another cigarette and making sure the smoke wafted in his direction. "If you'd like." She shot back, her own sarcasm burning. "It's far more than your pantheon has accomplished in centuries."
The waitress brought over more shots and Wrath just shrugged. "Now they were a fun bunch." She murmured with a bit of a smirk, knocking back another shot. "And what's wrong with drinking quickly? It keeps my mind off tearing you to pieces and wouldn't that be a good thing for you?"