Ares laughed, holding on to her as she struggled. It was always more fun for the boys to break them a bit. A bit of pep would amp things up. And he was well on the way to drunk anyway, so her little cat spits and hisses made no impact. He held on tight, waiting for her to run out of steam before he took her up the stairs and tossed her down on the table for the guys to have a go at.