Ares

Chapter 4 || I lose control when I'm with you.

{NOTE; I promised a certain someone to have a Zayn song, (@fatimkii).
The chapters I write are more often than not based on the song within the chapter.}

"Right now I can't see straight, intoxicated it's true. When I'm with you, I'm buzzing and I feel laced. I'm coming from a different phase, when I'm with you."

— dRuNk, Zayn.

"Ares!"

Ares looked up just in time to see a girl with long black hair rushing her way through the crowd with him in her direct line. However he couldn't see her face much.

A part of him froze. It couldn't be her, could it? No one from Olympus even knew he had come to earth let alone which part or even city for that matter. Realistically it was impossible, even for a god or goddess. But he knew to never underestimate one.

The girl with long black hair and blue eyes fell into his lap, spilling his beer onto Grace's jeans.

"Whoa, Becky!" he cried out, trying to regain control of his frosty beverage as well as his own relief and composure. He'd been tense at the sound of her voice.

Becky wrapped her arms around Ares's neck and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. He pushed her away with his free hand while she painted him with a drunken grin. "Why haven't you come over to see me yet?"

He tried his best to control his annoyance at the rude interruption. It was all he could do to keep from dumping her onto the floor with a double thud. "We just got here," he replied coolly, swapping glances with Grace as she gradually retreated down the couch.

Becky stuck her head in-between them, blocking Ares's view of the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, demanding his full attention. "Aren't I still your favorite bartender?" She brushed an index finger across the tip of his nose. "Boop!"

He couldn't help but think how if he were in Olympus and she'd done that, he would have no problem sending her to Hades. What was it with girls touching a mans nose? Why not his dick instead? That way they'd both be happy.

An uneasy laugh squirmed free as he twisted beneath her weight. "You know you are."

She buried her head in his neck and inhaled his scent. He pushed her away and she pulled him closer, kissing his neck and making him fidget. She leaned back and looked into his eyes. "Then come dance with me while I'm on break," she said, grinding her curvy buttocks into his lap with the house music. Her eyes lit up. "Ooh, someone's happy to see me!"

See what he meant about them both being happy?

His face turned as red as the glowing table. "I'm going to have to take a rain check on that," he said, trying to free his groin from her crushing attack.

Her face fell, turning a multitude of flashing colors.

"I'm with someone."

Creases snaked through her fake-baked forehead. "Who?"

He craned his neck to look over her shoulder, his mouth opening to introduce her to Grace, praying that Becky would play nice and make a graceful exit. His heart sank. "Shit," he said, scanning the empty couch and pushing Becky off him.

She fell onto the velvety cushions with a soft bounce, her startled eyes boring holes straight through him. "Hey!" she bellowed, struggling to sit up.

He pushed her legs off of him and set his beer down on the table without looking at her again. His round eyes scoured the large room as he waded through the thick crowd. He cut through them like a warm knife, seeing Grace standing in the shadows against a far wall only to find out it was someone else upon closer inspection. He saw Jon bouncing up and down with the dark skinned girls in perfect rhythm. A strobe light kicked in, making them move like stuttering robots as the song hit its crescendo. The strobe cut out, releasing the crowd back into a flurry of unbridled dancing. Jon looked up and raised a fist for Ares to bump. Ares ignored him and kept moving.