"It's not your alcohol, it's just alcohol you got." Marcie sighed. She probably shouldn't be so antagonistic, it wasn't like she had many other people to talk to. She glanced back to at Ares and Aphrodite, not so far away that they couldn't hear her if she screamed, and then looked back over her shoulder at her new "friend".
Wow. He had a certain glow about him, and a confident, care-free carriage to his body. She wished she felt an ounce of that kind of spirit. "Who are you?"