GAME TIME (I)

"What the fuck are you even talking about?" He hissed, as he grabbed the drink to wash away the bitter taste that had formed in his mouth.

"You can't go describing her breasts to me. We're still kinda involved. And please don't tell me you tried to put your Russian charms on her, you sneaky bastard!"

Nico shrugged his shoulders. "It's not really my fault if she was enamored by my accent, and— my huge build. No one told you to stay so long here, your accent is practically nonexistent at this point."

"Nonsense! Explain why the core English has a hard time understanding me then?"

"The English are naturally classist pricks. They don't count. But back to your girl. I can swear she was drooling. That's how I know you haven't fucked her just yet. And that's a problem for you."

Ares squinted suspiciously. "You do know darling still loves to play right?"