Drawn toward the imminent implosion, Melpomene perched on the arm of the couch beside Marcie, watching the two Olympians. Apollo had thrown his head back in laughter at Ares' latest attempt at an insult. "You're just bitter because in all these millennia, only a fraction of them have deigned to look at you. You're a joke. No wonder Aphrodite left you high and dry for so long."
Melpomene caught Marcie's eye. "Welcome to your first Greek party."