Menelaus sighed softly, running a large, tan hand through his thick, red hair as he greeted everyone. “Well, gentlemen, you were asked here for a matter of grave import.” He got up and walked around the room. “I suggest we leave our differences, outside my court.” He gestured to the door. “We all share wealth and power, and many troops in our employ, and I’m told we share a common enemy- known as Troy.” He threw a knife from his leather pants pocket, hitting the map where Troy was, nearly hitting Ulysses.

“Well good Menelaus,” Ulysses started, the shorter tan man, wearing no shirt, and having a lip ring walking over to Menelaus to hand him back his knife. “May I remind you, we are not here by choice. But more by the lies and tricks of your brother- who still hides behind your voice.” He glanced at the other red haired tan man, who was smirking idly. “But now I’m here, you have my ear- but you'll remain in my debt.” He warned Menelaus, leaning against the wall, his leather pants resting low on his hips, showing the thong he was wearing high-waisted. “For I’m a wordly man, an intelligent man. But I never forget- Agamemnon.” He glared at the tall man.

“I’m talking about business, Ulysses. The same thing that we're all here for.” Agamemnon shrugged his broad shoulders, his nipples pierced, with a cocky grin. “Profit, gain, call it what you will. I’m talking about the spoils of war.” He grinned eagerly, looking at the map.

“That’s right.” Menelaus agreed, seeing Achilles and Patroclus sitting nearby, with you cautiously watching everything. “It’s business, gentlemen. While we squabble amongst ourselves, we find no future.” Menelaus slammed his fist against his open palm. “We're being left behind in business. That's all. Nothing but business.” He raised an arm as if to rally his Spartans.

Agamemnon grinned, nodding. “ That's right, Menelaus, business. Let's wipe the slate clean- with the greatest army the world has seen. For business. Nothing but business” He huffed, as if defending himself.

Agamemnon crossed his arms, a cocky grin on his face as he spoke again. “We need a leader.”

You raised your head, narrowing your eyes at Agamemnon as you spoke lowly, “Well, then, who shall we choose?”

Patroclus stretched out, rolling his eyes and tilting his head back lazily. “When does this so-called business begin?”

Ulysses spoke lowly, his pale blue eyes unnervingly glancing between everyone. “Gentlemen, there’s always a chance we can lose.”

Menelaus wrapped an arm around Agamemnon, speaking loudly as he grinned. “As he’s the richest, my brother Agamemnon,” he ruffled his younger brother’s hair, “I nominate him as the warlord!”

Patroclus scowled, resting his chin on his hand. “Ah, blood's thicker than water.” He scoffed.

You raised your head stubbornly, speaking up once more. “I vote for Ulysses.”

Ulysses choked on his wine, spitting it out and wiping his chin, quickly speaking. “Oh, no!” He started, “I’m still not sure what we’re fighting for!”

Agamemnon rolled his eyes, giving Ulysses a scowl. “It’s business. Nothing but business. We can reach out and take at the lot.” He grabbed his sword and slammed it through the map and table- right where Troy sat. “If we just strike now while the iron is hot, for business- In the name of business!”

Ulysses rolled his eyes, jabbing Agamemnon aggressively on the chest, having to get on his tiptoes to meet his gaze. “Well you know I’m not one to whimper and cry,” he started, letting himself fall back onto the couch dramatically, the back of his hand pressed against his forehead, “No weak-kneed pacifist am I! But there are things in life that you cannot buy through business- only business.”

He gestured out to the kings, his muscles flexing under his tan skin. “Now I agree It’s good that we should try, to forget our quarrels and unify- but I need a better reason to die than business- purely business!”