When your older sister was Nike, there was something engrained in you. Whenever you went up against Nike, you lost unless she let you win. In every other aspect of her life, things that didn't involve that sister, Bia had always strove to come out on top. There were times where she lost herself in the moment and didn't much care, but this was her mark and whoever had decided to tamper with it wasn't going to get off lightly.
She'd come back to this one later. She'd been so focused on her victim that she hadn't even noticed the other god slip into the bar. She could feel her hold over the man slipping and she took in a breath, feeling the cold wash over her as she turned. Her long black hair slid over her shoulder cascading over the exposed pale skin of her back. She could've taken this one for herself if she wanted, but no, she wanted to watch him with the other woman.
"Anteros," she said lazily, her lips turned down in a pout. "You ruined my show." Moving closer, she slid her finger along his shoulder, crossing behind him. She leaned in, pressing herself against his back. "I'm not good at sharing my toys." Her voice was a dangerous whisper in his ear, before she allowed herself to slide away from him and eased herself onto the next bar stool. "I'll have what he's having," she said looking at the shots he had lined up for himself.