3991/It is Five O'Clock somewhere

It is Five O'Clock somewhere
Date of Scene:	01 March 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Warning are exchanged, and assurances made between ancient frenemies.
Cast of Characters:	Circe, Ares

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Circe has posed:
    The best part about Manhattan? Bars really never close. Not really. Someone is in them almost all hours of the day. 'Cheri' is not keen on this gig. It's starting to show. The staff has all been ensorcelled at this point. Not out of evil. Just spite. She still works though, because if this rabble of peasants can do it. She can too.

    This morning though, she's about had enough. Her top is wet from where some idiot 'accidentally' spilt beer on her. He's currently a goldfish swimming around in a beer stein. If one more guy pinches her backside, she'd going to rain hellfire down from orbit. Unfortunately, the redhead looks really great when she's miffed. She's looking at the goldfish in the mug, glaring at him.

Ares has posed:
Ares decided to pay Circe a visit...having sensed the magic coming from her when she turned that poor sod into a goldfish. Hey....just because she's a drop doead gorgeous woman, doesn't mean you get to spill beer on her.

Walking through those doors wearing a black trench coat, a loose longsleeve shirt, black jeans, and combat boots, and, comically, a Greek Fisherman's hat, the God of War enters the bar and actually snaps his fingers, a man who was -definitely- going to try and perv of Circe was immediately knocked out, but it just looks like he was sleeping from the way he slumped over.

"Going good, CHeri? Decided to pay you a visit if you don't mind." he meets her wit hthe warmest smile.

Circe has posed:
    THe tilts of her head as she twists her head towards the door is a warning. She's got her claws into people here. SHe's possessive of this place, even though it is not really hers. She walks over to get a bottle off the top shelf and and shot glass. She sets them both down in front of the God as he bellies up to the bar. She settles her elbow on the chin and poses adroitly. "I'm glorious, John." She replies. "I've completed about a month here. Slightly more, and I have determined that men are still swine and need to be subjugated under my foot." She says it so plainly. "How goes the construction business?" She's backsliding. He can hear the sneer in her voice.

    Maybe she should have tested humanity from a different position than a bar in Hell's Kitchen?

Ares has posed:
Ares looks Circe right in the eyes then as she speaks with a clear disdain and sneer in her voice. While not aimed or intended for him, it appears, he doesn't seem to snap at Circe's statements about how men should be subjugated under her heel. "Hm, shame that. Perhaps a bar in one of the worst places in New York wasn't the best idea?" he says then with his own sneer in return, something the two of them did often.

Sitting down in a seat with a smile for Circe. "Thank you." he checks the drink for even the tiniest -hint- of magic before drinking the liquid when he discover's it's not contaminated. "Your shirt is wet. I take it you've run into some mild trouble from a poor soul?" he looks to the cup with the goldfish in it. Dumbass man. His smile returning for Circe. "Construction goes well. Helps me keep calm."

Circe has posed:
    "He's well in hand." She practically purrs as she puts the beer mug down. "When my shirt is dry, so shall he be dry." She adroitly shakes out her hair, her eyes flashing with Ire. "Well. Shortly after my shirt is dry. Unless someone drinks him first." She leans her backside against the back counter, crossing her arms under her chest.

    "This is the perfect place to judge humanity. The common rabble. There is no pretense with alcohol. No looking the other way at indiscretions for the sake of money and politics. Humanity is here before us in all its basest, most plain..." 'Cheri' says the last word ironically. "Glory."

Ares has posed:
Ares and Circe clearly have a unique 'friendship'.

Though Ares looks saddened that Circe has started to go down her old ways, He sighs a moment. "Well, he could be off worse." he teases her softly, though he rests his hands in his lap as he looks eye to eye with Circe. Her actual eyes not her chest. Because remarkably enough, Ares can resist Circe's charms (most times). He chuckles a little bit at Circe's words.

"So then, it should all burn? Is that the decision you've made?" he asks her then, looking her right in the eyes. "Humanity is not inherently good. At it's core, it is an evil creation. However...it's those of this race that choose to be 'good'. Those are the humans whom I admire. I bear only pity that you appear to only focus on such evil. Perhaps Humanity can be redeemed."

Circe has posed:
    "They are not evil. Just led astray and left adrift and bereft of leadership." 'Cheri' retorts. She'll meet the gaze. "It is you and your ilk that are the issues, John." She says with the barest of hints of an ancient pain in her voice. "They learned this bad behavior from the selfish, unworthy actions of your family, and others like them. Do not be so swift to call for redemption for humans. The way I see it?" She reaches for a shotglass, and pours her own shot from his bottle.

    "A united, motivated humanity led by a single will?" 'Cheri' downs the shot. "That might redeem Olympus in blood and fire."

    Yeah. She's backsliding.

Ares has posed:
Ares takes a sip of his drink before he slams his mug down. "Do. Not. Call me as one of 'them'. Whatever family that used to be there was dead and buried. For years my sons and daughters bled by their hands. I was cast as only a mindless dog who served their will. Nothing would make me happier than to see Olympus burned, Poseidon's head on a stake, and Zeus pleading for mercy." he says with a clear, silent rage in his voice. He takes a deep breath then.

"Do not compare me to them, please." he asks kindly then, working hard to keep that fould call to bloodlust at bay. "We both know that has never and will never work." he says then. "Even if it were under one rule, there would always be the evil that rests in men's hearts. you're backsliding." he says then in a softer tone, sipping on his drink. Now his greatest priority is his son. But if Circe wants to bring humanity to heel, Alexander may be included, even though Circe claims to like Ares's son.

Circe has posed:
    "Evil has to exist, John. Just like Darkness has to. It lets Good flourish. Life is struggle and pain. It is blood, and fowl curses, and pain, and pleasure, and passion, and death, and rebirth. It is everything your family should have been. Life is magnificent, and beautiful, and transcendent." She pours another drink, splashing it a little on the counter.

    "They will be brought to heel. But, I will be a benevolent Goddess and Queen." That much she seems to have internalized. "They will look up on high and see beauty and grace, and some kindness. I will learn to love them for their weakness." Her gaze lifts to meet his. "If only out of spite when I cave in your father's head."

Ares has posed:
Ares lifts his gaze to Circe after her speech that she would be a benevolent Goddess and Queen, looking her right in the eyes as if to gage the truth from her about what she will do if she were a Goddess. "A queen likely without a king. you'd sooner turn men into swine than actually rule over them, Cheri." he says then, but then again, there's a millenia's worth of pain in Ares's heart. While he believes man -can- be redeemed and ruled over successfully, he doesn't think it can actually happen. Thus does he live with his woes, his crimes of the past.

"Should have been but will never be. My father's life is mine to take. I will have my vengeance, no matter how many centuries, decades, millenia I have to wait and fight for every inch on that road." he claims then. Likely a personal challenge or competition between the two of them. "love them for their weakness....words I never thought I would hear from you." he sips his drink then before he sets it down.

Though now he is silent.

Circe has posed:
    "Nay. I would rule over men. Those that were unworthy of the title would be the beasts. Everyone forgets I lived with Odysseus. For a time." She is wistful for an instant, sipping from the shot glass. "The trick is finding a man worthy of being called as much." She says gently. She shrugs. "His death is inevitable, so long as it happens, i care not who does it, John. But I mean to unite humanity, and I mean to help them be what they should be."

    Of course, she is the one who decides what that is.

Ares has posed:
"I remember you living with Odysseus. My sympathies." says Ares as he sips his drink softly, clinking his glass against hers. "A man is a man, not meant to become a beast because of your whims, Cheri." he tells her then. "But then again...even if you unite humanity, who's to stop you from 'helping' them be what they should? You could have a bad day and turn them all into your pets. Thus ends 'humanity'." he says then, eyes locking with Cheri before he takes a deep breath.

"I cannot help you with this, you know it."

Circe has posed:
    Her own glass clicks against his glass. Her features, still beautiful, as softly mournful. "Now he? he was a man. Intelligent. Clever. Gentlemanly. Devoted to his wife. Were they all like him? I would no need dominion over men. For a while, he made me forget my pain." She mourns him, or rather what her memories have made of him. "What sort of queen has no subjects?" She gives the faintest of sighs.

    Cheri regards him. "What makes you believe I need your help? Just watch me, John."

Ares has posed:
Ares sips his drink then. "Hm." is all he replies when it comes to Odysseus. Ares admired the man, personally. But alas, all men die. He sips his drink. "Sadly, humans have a fatal flaw, and that's choice." he shrugs then. Though he reaches to rest his hand on her wrist for only the briefest of moments. He was there to talk about it if need be, no matter how many Millenia have passed since the event.

"I merely wish to make it known. If you do it alone, you will likely fail. You will need the help, even if it's just to be cast aside later. You will receive no help from me. It was less a doubt of ability and more a warning." he sips his drink once more. a sigh then as he looked around.

Circe has posed:
    "I know." Cheri says it carefully. "I have made arrangements." Her tone is quiet and careful. Who? She does not say. "Do not worry, John. A just ruler keeps a dissenting voice around. You will have your place in my court, and not as a beast." She says it quietly. "And your son has nothing to fear from me. I am going to make a world where no mother will have her child torn from her breast. That is my goal." her sigh is soft. "I am not needlessly cruel. I shall be a river to my people."

Ares has posed:
Whenever Circe makes her arrangements, it's cause for Ares's concern. While he considered Circe his friend, he did care for her well being, even if in truth she couldn't care about his own. But it's a welcome comfort that Circe will make no attacks on Ares or his son, both will be spared from her if she happens to succeed. "Good...I care not of myself. Not any longer...but should something happen to my son.." his eyes look up and there's that godly wrath that caused all to fear the name.

"No power, alive or dead, could endure my wrath." then that aura of power fades into just...John. Alexander was the only thing really keeping him going. His only chance at redeeming himself, and the only reason why his heart still truly beats. "I wish you luck then, Cheri." he gives her hand a soft squeeze before he returns it to his side, standing up. "I need to go make sure Alexander is actually sleeping like I asked him to." he pauses in his turn, looking at Circe. "Stay safe." he says softly. The guilt that should belong to his family, Ares has bore on his shoulders. He knows her pain, and that may be why he can relate to her, understand her.