"Duh," Ate told him, a response to both her being a fucking bitch and to looking hot. Both was simple facts.
When Ares went to the bar, Ate looked down at the not dead cop and gave him a kick. Then she started yanking his shirt off so that she could put it on. Time to be a cute cop!
The bar was an utter mess, but she managed to find the bottle of tequila Ares had earlier as she did up the shirt buttons, just long enough to be a very baggy dress on her - although it maybe didn't go with the heels.
"This place is a mess!" she called out, not quite sure where Ares had gone or what he was going, but she could still feel his presence. In more ways than one, really. She reached down between her legs touch her lips, hot and wet and sore. "Glad your dick's still good."