Marcella and Apollo and Ares, later on
Marcie sat on a couch at the edge of the hall, her body sagging against the back of it. A short distance away, Aphrodite and Ares stood talking to a group of other people, their backs to her. Ares would laugh loudly every now and again, his blood up from the alcohol, and Aphrodite kept her hand on his back, occasionally stroking her hand over his spine. They were clearly devoted to each other. It was an odd look on Ares, who she'd only considered as rough and violent.
It made her feel more forlorn, though, sad and embarrassed and angry all at once at her rejection, and lonely and bored with nobody to talk to. It felt rude to take her phone out and play games, but she considered going out and sitting in the car with Tragos instead. She heaved a deep sigh, leaning forward to prop her chin on her hand.