Last week's tussle with Ares had left Bia with a rather prominent, purple bruise across one cheekbone that had only just begun to yellow and fade around the edges. She hadn't bothered to hide it with concealer because, uhh, why would she? Not like she was embarrassed about it. If she'd lost, now, that'd be embarrassing.
She nodded to Asterion as she sauntered on through to the bar, and had just given her order to Lars when her wandering eye caught a familiar petite figure with tumbling waves of red hair.
Erato. Huh.
It had been hard to make sense of what Antigone had been saying the other night. She'd kind of backtracked on it, gotten confused, and then... weirdly freaked out at the end? But the one clear thing Bia had got from it was that Antigone had picked a fight with Ares because she'd thought he was hurting one of the Muses. Melpomene and Erato were the names she'd used, and that had been bugging her. The Muses were the Boss's kids. If anyone was creeping on them, Bia wanted to know so she could fuck the motherfucker up.
She slid onto the stool beside Erato. "Hey. Heard a rumour you were back in town."