Ares snarled and marched for the doors, wanting to get there before Apollo did. This was fucking bullshit. Apollo was the one being a dickhead and Ares gets blamed.
Melpomene being there, watching them with that morbid curiosity, how completely like her. He'd almost forgotten she was even there tonight. Of course she would be circling like a crow the second there was a confrontation. And he might have to talk to Marcella too, and impress upon her the dangers of fraternising with certain other gods. It didn't do for Ares' reputation if his blood went behind his back and fucked his enemies and adversaries.
For Marcie's part, she felt relieved that nothing worse had happened, even if a tiny part of her would have wanted to see that fight. She looked at Hecate again. "Ares said some nasty things about you," she said to Melpomene without looking at her.