"It's the story of Ares and Aphrodite," she said suddenly, as if a light-bulb went off over her head. She hadn't exactly advertised her intelligence in high school, but when she graduated as salutatorian, it had suddenly all come out of the closet. She hadn't thought of it though, not until Ari said that it sounded familiar. He was right, hers were memories of Aphrodite, and the affair, that made Ari, Ares.
To that she ordered a damn shot and downed it quickly. "Irony that, me the goddess of beauty and sex and I can't get any."