Real Life Ate Me - Have A Backdated Story
Characters: Ares and Phonos Date/Time: Wednesday, October 16, about 6pm Location: A dive diner in NYC Rating: PG13 at least. It's Ares, after all. Warnings: Salty mouth. Summary: War and Murder walk into a bar...
Gritting his teeth and tensing his jaw in a valiant attempt to bite back every curse word he ever learned, Ares pushed through the door to enter the slightly seedy diner he had chosen for his meal with Phonos. It should have been a relaxing thing. The place was as far from fancy as you could get and still expect it to meet health codes. Good beer, decent food, patrons who minded their own business... And he had yet to be thrown out of the place. Always a point of recommendation as far as Ares was concerned.
And Phonos wasn't exactly likely to stress him out either. The kid seemed okay. Strange but okay. Well-meaning in that broken, technical way that Ares knew so well from the field.
But, no, his asshole shitbag douche of an editor had to FUBAR things, tank the whole trip, and now he was going to have to haul ass to get the edits done in time. Then he was going to have to fly back out for the follow-up. There was no way in hell that he would have time to stop in and see Dite now. Or Athena which was less of a pleasure visit, anyway, but he had almost been looking forward to delivering a "told you so" line or two in Triton's presence.
"Fuck," he finally sighed. Looking up, he caught the eye of the bartender and motioned towards an empty table in the back. Then he held up two fingers to signal he'd be expecting company before heading in the indicated direction. Hopefully, Phonos wouldn't have a problem finding him back there.