"Both," Antigone said, watching as the bartender, a tall, dark guy who seemed to innately understand what she wanted, refilled her empty glass as well. "And I don't know how many friends he has in this city," she gave the other woman a significant look. She appreciated the tough, anti-brony vibe she was getting off her, but who knew where her allegiance really fell. "So forgive me if I don't tell you who he is."
Angry as she was, she didn't think it was a great idea to be climbing onto this barstool screaming fuck you Ares! at the top of her lungs.