Pulling the shotglass of tequila towards him, Ares turned it around a few times, only playing with his drink as opposed to actually downing it.
"Not much. I'm always up to the same old thing, as you know. Starting trouble unknowingly, making women either very happy or very angry, trying to find a job that I can hold down for a month without getting the boss killed..."
It was tough, being 'the great, mighty Ares' in a place like this.
"I'm fucked either way."
They'd continue to live for a long, long time - Ares and Nyx. As long as there were people, there would always be wars, and as long as there was day, there would always be a night.
"What about you? Other than working here, I guess. Anything interesting lately?"
Lately as in, the past two hundred or so years since he last saw her, anyway.