She's a Butcher with a Smile

“I just wanted to stop by, say hi to some old friends. Do tell me, is Apollo around? I’d love to see how he’s been lately.”

“You have no friends here.” Her eyes narrowed at the mention of Apollo.”He’s fine. You’re little attempt at his life failed horribly. Better luck next time.”

Athena: Like a dickhead.

Athena: Looks like a shady person, but will most likely act innocent.

Athena: But trust me.

“You wound me,” He said, pressing his hand to his chest. “What have I done to you personally to deserve such hostility? I mean, besides perhaps nearly getting you killed a few times? That’s the cost of business, love, survival of the fittest and all that.” 

“Let’s not play games, Webster. What do you want?” She ignored his question. She was in no mood to be toyed with. “Better question, why are you here?”

Brie: Second of all: Alright i'm going home.

Brie: Third of all: Awwww see I knew you cared about me!!!

Athena: Ramsay

Athena: He'll not doubt try to get close to you. So please, don't trust anyone that comes up to you.

Athena: Because I just ran into someone that will no doubt want you killed.

“Well your Landlord seemed more than thrilled to have me, Sara.”

“The landlord is a piece of shite, much like you, Ramsay.”

Brie: Don't worry about it.

Brie: What do you need?

“Sometimes quiet is good.” She said, pulling out a cigarette. “The rest of you?” 

“A sometimes, it can be violent.” Not that Cal had a violent bone in his body. “The rest of us.”

At Athena’s words of warning, Kaya gave her a laugh. “What you gonna do?” She asked, taking a step closer to her and looking down at her. “Punch me again?”

“No, you’ll only enjoy it.”

Ares: Why is fuckface texting me?

Athena: Who is 'fuckface'?

Athena: Oh.

Athena: Probably as a fall back plan in case the first one doesn't work out.

Ares: Good to know I wasn't the first choice.

Athena: Jealous?

Ares: Not one bit. Less time I spend with you all the better.

Athena: That hurts. :(

Ares: Yeah, I bet you are real fucking tore up about it.

Athena: :P

Athena: How is that job going?

Ares: Fine.

Ares: Have to go target just arrived, and I pretend to be social.

Athena: Good luck~

“Hmmm, he’s deaf huh? Must’ve slipped my attention.” She said dismissvely, though it did cause her to wonder just how drunk she was that night… she hadn’t felt that bad, though it was bad enough to not notice that. “I guess I just assumed he was quiet like me.” 

“I’m sure if he could, he would be just the same, quiet. He is rather a gentle soul, makes me wonder how he got roped into the rest of us.” Athena studied the girl with calculating eye.

The moment Athena’s fist came into contact with Kaya’s nose, she felt some relief wash over her. Relief from what? She had no idea. Her hand went to her nose, examining the amount of blood now spilling from it. She responded with a chuckle. “Finally living up to your reputation.” She spoke, wiping the blood as best she could, only making it worse no doubt. “For a little bitch, you’re one tough cookie.” She spat, hoping to provoke her even more.

To describe what Athena was feeling would hard. She was thrilled to have punched something, someone, but that feeling alone made her wary. The fact that she felt that way made her sick. Maybe that was why she was named after a war god and not something else. “I’d reframe  from call me a bitch,” she warned, shaking the hand she used. 

“Hmm, what’s stopping you then? So far you’ve been all talk, no bite. Show me that I should worry about you the same way you worry about me.”

“All talk,” she repeated, her hands clenching into fist. It happened in a moment, her fist flying through the air, it’s target: Kaya’s nose. At the moment she didn’t care for the consequences. Though, she’ll no doubt worry Des and will have to come up with some bullshit excuse.

“Well, he’s not talkative, but neither am I.” She said, staring down at the floor, Then muttered “Match made in heaven.” 

“No, he wouldn’t be,” she answered, passively. “Though, even if you were a talker, he wouldn’t be able to hear you.”

“Flyboy…. oh, Lurch.” She shrugged, “Yeah, he’s alright.” 

“Lurch?” She muttered to herself. What a fitting nickname for Calum. “Just alright?”