"Fuck off," Tragos said, without any real heat behind it, the smile lingering on his face. "You wanna get me killed? I'm taking that last shoe thing, though," he snatched it off the plate and it disappeared into his mouth. The temptation to get drunk with Marcie was strong, though. But Ares would kill him.
Specially if Ares got back from the party and found Tragos and Marcie in the back seat, which is where they'd end up if Tragos lowered his inhibitions even a little. Those legs and that bold fuck-it attitude, what a package.