Marcie tried to shake him off, and glared at Ares. “You’re a selfish prick,” she snarled, seething with anger. Ares rolled his eyes.
“I give absolutely zero fucks, Marceline or whoever you are. Fuck off!” He turned his back, done with her now.
Marcie left the room, shaking with emotion. “I can walk myself,” she hissed at Tragos, trying to shake him off again.
Tragos didn’t let go till they were well out of sight of Ares, and then only with a warning “Don’t do anything stupid,” and he stayed at her side ready to grab her if she made any sudden movements, escorting her out.
"Nothing more stupid than coming here in the first place," Marcie snapped back at him. "I wish he wasn't my father. Fuck him." She didn't even look back at Tragos as she strode out into the street and away from that horrid place, until she stopped half a block away and let out a scream of frustration, startling people walking past her.
Fuck this shit. She wasn't going back to Malcolm in this mood. She was going to spend the money she'd been saving for her next designer purse and get drunk. She ordered an uber and headed off towards Diogenes.