You and Ares never got along, and not many people knew why. You were both gods, and your specialties were nearly nothing alike. Why did you two even communicate?

No one knew where it began, but everyone easily took notice of the bickering and petty arguments that often occurs between the two of you. And now was no different.

You and Ares were bickering again, maybe for the 5th time today. And at one of the godly parties, if anything.

The area was packed with gods and goddesses, some minor and some Olympian. Many danced and drank, or just hung out. It wasn’t like this was a very special occasion, godly parties happen very often in Olympus.

Ares didn’t bother to wear anything special, and he certainly didn’t know why he even bothered to come. He was in his usual armor, a dark red and slightly-torn scarf resting over his collarbone and upper-chest, his bulky arms bare and scarred apart from his leather gloves. He still had his lower-armor on, his helmet still on as well. He didn’t even seem to have tried to look somewhat nice to be here, typical.

You actually brought it up during your time bickering with him. You were actually dressed nice.

“Gods, you’re pathetic.” Ares spat, his blazing eyes narrowing as he stared at you through his helmet, crossing his arms over his chest. “You shouldn’t even care what I wear!”