DRUNK

Athena giggled uncontrollably, as Ares dragged her along with him.

"Where are we even going?" She asked.

"My room," he replied.

"Oh," she giggled again, mentally preparing herself for the night ahead.

As they walked, he drank from his whiskey bottle, and Athena grew more excited.

She recalled the past, and how she prayed for nights like these where he wasn't trying to be in total control of himself.

The elevator doors opened, and Ares almost stumbled to the ground, as he pulled her out with him.

"Ares!" She laughed in alarm.

"It's good to hear you laugh," he said.

"You made that possible."

"I try my best." He shrugged.

Finally, they arrived in front of his room, and at this point, Ares had almost emptied the bottle in his body.

He let go of her, and went to the door to punch in the code. .

Athena waited behind, her hands trembling in anticipation.