It happens too often to keep track of.

Aphrodite and Ares breaking up. Aphrodite running back to Hephaestus and Ares drowning his sorrows in ale or beer. Like he is currently. Zeus hosts parties pretty regularly in his skyscraper in the city of Mount Olympus. Nymphs and satyrs carry trays of drinks around the party. A full Buffett is set up along one wall. Music is being played by cherubs on floating clouds. The large floor to ceiling windows show a marvelous view of the city.

Ares is seated at a table. Siting back in the chair with his legs spread. He wears a pare of black dress pants with black leather shoes and a red button up shirt. The top buttons are undone to made a long V-neckline that shows his defined pecks and a gold chain around his neck. A smile is plastered over his face despite the pain eating him from the inside out. The one person who can cheer him up sits across from him. Athena. His half sister. The both of them drinking and laughing the night away at their father’s party. A good distraction and a way to stop Ares from tossing Hephaestus, who had Aphrodite on his arm as the two talk to Hestia, off of Mount Olympus like his mother before him.