Wasn't there something about people tearing off bottle labels and sexual frustration? Or maybe Ares had picked up one too many of those pink colourful magazines for women that chick in the cubicle opposite from him liked to read and then left them behind, lying around wherever.
"That's not fail. That's just fucken weird." Why the hell would any normal, ordinary guy want to wear something like that anyway? Well, Ares wasn't normal, but he was pretty ordinary.