Marcie didn't know if "delicious" would be her descriptor of choice, but it got the job done, and she took a much smaller sip of the margarita to let the citrus take the edge off. The alcohol was already making her insides warm up. She was a bit dehydrated after all that exercise probably. Water wasn't a bad idea.
"So you're not filthy rich like all the other gods seem to be?" she asked, not bothered about how personal the question probably was. "I don't see an Olympian bartending. Fuck no."