The Return Of Xena

5

Ares was drunk. Not drunk like, I've had a little bit to much to drink and now I'm giggly and loose drunk, but he could barely see, or walk and was going to have one heck of a hangover next morning. For a god that was saying something. He was lazily slung across his throne with a goblet of red wine in his hand.
Aphrodite was used to this of course. In the weeks leading up to the anniversary of Xena's death, he was always drunk.
"Diteee," he loudly exclaimed, slurring his words, "how is my favvvorite sister?"
Aphrodite hung her head and sighed. Every year he did this, and every year it got harder to see him like this.
"I could be better Ar, I really could be," she replied.
"I see that look Dite," Ares says angling his goblet towards,"you," he slurs, a small amount of wine spilling from the goblet,"you are here to stop me."
"No," she stated, a bottle of red wine appearing in her left hand, and a simple pink-tinted wine glass appearing in the other,"I actually came here to join you."

Three bottles of wine spiked with ambrosia, and a little cocktail made by Aphrodite later, Ares was sufficiently drunk, even more so than he was to begin with. Aphrodite, however, was completely sober, simply snapping her fingers and replacing the wine in her glass with something the mortals invented called 'Cherry Cola.' It was quiet delicious, but that was besides the point.
Ares was now telling old stories of Xena. The time she took on both Caesar and Pompey, led an Amazon army to victory, almost married him, and faked her own death.
The stories went on and on. It could've been hours for all the love goddess knew. She didn't really mind though, she too had some stories to tell of the warrior princess.
"Maaannn," Ares slurred," so many of the gods hated her guts!"
The war god was laughing, after all, that was his girl, not taking crap from anybody, whether they be man or beast or god. He had never met anyone else that gutsy, and smart. She outsmarted him numerous times, as a god he should've been angry and killed her then and there, but there was something so exciting about finally meeting his match.
His match in a fight, in intellect, in wit, dark humor, unpredictability, and borderline recklessness.
Never in his millennia of existence did he think he would find what he was missing, let alone find it in a pair of sapphire eyes.
With that thought Ares had enough of moping around, and decided to head to bed. The minute he stood up he fell to his knees. He was too drunk to walk and too sad to stand.
Aphrodite immediately hopped off of where she perched herself on the arm of Ares throne and joined him on the floor.
"I miss herrr..." Ares said shedding a few tears.
"I know," Aphrodite said wiping away his tears and collecting them under her long, neatly manicured acrylic nails.
"I love her."

"I know."