Marcie shrugged about the water. "You know, my boss," she began, swaying slightly on her stool, "everybody hates him. Like... haaaates him. He is the most unpopular immortal I ever met. Oops! My phone..." She slid off the stool to pick up her dropped phone. "He is- a jerk. Like all men. A JERK. He lies and he lies, like Ares, like my parents, even you lie, Mitch. Even you! And you make me such lovely drinks! How could you?" She was getting a little angry again, and scowled at her phone as she got back on the stool.
"I mean, look at this text. Look at it." She held up her phone, but it was wobbling around and she took it back to fast for Much to see. "I tell him Mal is back and he just give NO shits, just tells me to send his suits for dry-cleaning. I mean- I mean- No words!"