"Alright then, you chicken." Marcie sat back in her seat and cracked the top of the bottle. She regarded Tragos for a moment as she drank. The more she spent time with him, the more he showed who he was, and she found she was getting to like him better.
"So. Tell me something about yourself," she said, turning sideways in the chair and tucking her legs up. "How long have you worked with Ares for?"