Ares tipped his head back and groaned, staring at the ceiling at the thought of having to sit through fucking party planning. It was bad enough that Eros couldn't even hold a sword straight, so fucking limp wristed.
"It's not a party I'm at if it's not extravagant," Eros said. "We will have to make sure the catering is of the highest level- oysters and asparagus, strawberries in chocolate- oh!"
Ares suddenly swung to his feet and hoisted Aphrodite up into his arms, her robe flapping loose. "Well, this is fucking mind-numbing," he said, and carried Aphrodite towards the door. "There's something much more exciting I could be doing that talking about shitting caviar."