Enyo sauntered to the bar. It was a warm night and all the restaurants had their doors open, streaming out music and various smells. She had plans to meet Ares tonight for dinner. The bar thumped of music and smelled of grease, she wrinkled her nose at the putrid smell. Ares sat in the far booth in the back. He wore a tight black tee shirt and ripped jeans. His dark hair fell in his eyes and his black eyes looked longingly at her, he had the body of a model which was is earthly profession. Two pretty women sat under her his toned arms and practically drooled on the table after him.

She smiled at her husband and held out a hand for him to kiss as she reached the booth. The two women eyes instantly glazed over and stood, with out a single word sung from Ares velvet voice. Enyo slide into his arms as he wrapped them around her. "You may leave." The velvet in his voice hung thick in the air as he spoke to the women without looking at them. Wordlessly both women left the bar.

"How are you lovely?" Enyo asked and ran her hands over Ares perfect chiseled cheek bones. The always present stubble scratched her flawlessly smooth skin.

"I am alright." Ares said and touched her hand with his own. "Did you and Bellona have fun?" He asked as Enyo placed her head on his shoulder. Laughing she said, "Much. She created a bar fight. I helped a little and made the cop fire his gun." She gave her husband a wicked smile, who laughed. The sound of his voice sent shivers down Enyo as his chest vibrated from his laughter.

"And you? What did you do this fine day?" She said and motioned to the waiter that kept gawking at the two. He walked over to the booth almost timidly, afraid of the couple. Enyo smiled, that's right, be afraid of the only two capable of ending your world with wars. "Two bottles of pure alcohol." She smiled up at Ares who smiled back. It took so much for them to get even in the tiniest bit of tipsy,

As the waiter left Ares stroked her hair and said, "I talked to Zeus and Hera. They are unhappy with my earthly profession. Enyo laughed darkly at that. "Your parents are quiet capable of taking us back. Although I am grateful not to be near Hera, she's...quiet a mother-in-law." Ares nodded and laughed. "Although it seems to be they wanted to talk to me about Eileithyia. As if they can't talk to that women on their own," he scoffed but finished, "turns out that she has made several women have miscarriages before the birth of the child. Zeus is quite unhappy." Ares frown and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Like the god of war is going to talk to his sister about babies." Enyo laughed and unscrewed the top of the alcohol bottle as the waiter set them down. "You shall be alright my love." She handed him a bottle and took a massive sip of her own.

Near the bar, in the park, Ratio is singing with the birds. Tweeting and singing, she loved it up here. In a sakura tree, I mean.

Ares laughter filled the corners of the booth as he helped Enyo to her drunken feet. A bottle of vodka sat in her grips as she finished her 6th 40oz. bottle. Laughing she chucked it to the wall and watched as it shattered above a couples head. Ares chuckled and scooped up his wife and sauntered out of the bar. "I want a smoke." Enyo said huskily and kicked her feet as Ares headed for the park across the bar.

"Of course my dear." Ares smiled and set her on a bench underneath a large tree. It was getting dark and the light from the lighter lit up the tree and their shadows grew. Lighting a cigarette he handed it to Enyo and sat beside her. "There's a troll among us." He whispered in her ear, making her laugh as his breath tickled her flesh.

Looking up Enyo said, "Catch it." Her words slurred as she looked in the tree for the young troll. Ares laughed, "Leave the dear child alone my beloved." He stroked her hair as asked, "How is the monarchy of the Trolls?" as he looked up in the tree for the young one.

"What did you say," Raito said, while jumping down. Knowing her wings are hiding, she fell on her face. "And I am NO troll. I was singing," she said while getting up.

A bubble of laughter escaped Ares lips and spilled into the night at the young girl fell to her face. Enyo giggled and took a long drag on her cigarette. "Not a Troll?" Ares eyed the girl and sniffed the air, letting the sweet scent of Angle fill his nostrils. "My bad dear Elven Angel. I thought I smelt a Troll." He squinted his eyes in the darkness.

Enyo stood drunkenly to her feet and wavered back and forth, "Angle? You look to young to be an angle." She pronounced and flicked the cigarette from her fingers. Ares rolled his eyes but said nothing, letting his wife say drunk stupid things. He found it entertaining.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaa, You know I'm an angel. Since when did you know that I'm an angel," Raito cryed. "Well, yes I do 'cauz I am the youngest, I think," she said. (That what she said. She = Yoshi)

[lol. nice.]

Ares nodded. "I can smell you. All creatures have a smell. Trolls tend to be very...smelly. While Angels smell sweet." He rolled his hand in the air as if that would explain everything. "Gods and goddess like ourselves," He touched his chest and pulled Enyo next to him. "Simply smell like, our powers. My sister Eileithyia has the faint smell of a new borne baby, as she is the goddess of birth. My brother Hephaestus smells like fresh paint and hot metal, since he is the god of art and blacksmiths." Enyo laughed as Ares snorted.

"We smell like war." Enyo's proud smile practically took over her face. Ares smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Your sense of smell might not be as powerful as ours-" Enyo shrugged, her stupor wearing off. "But we smell like gun powder to another God or Goddess. I think you get the picture. Fae's smell like flowers, Wolves smell like a wet molding dog and a demon..." Enyo scrunched her eye brows. "What do they smell like? I haven't been near one is quiet a while."

Ares laughed, "They smell dark. Depends on the powers as well." He turned his attention to the young angel. "If you don't know, this is Enyo and I am Ares, Husband and wife; Brother and sister; and God and Goddess of War. Homer has written several stories of our power, such as the Quintus Smyrnaeus, Fall of Troy 2. 525 ff. As an Angel I am sure you are pursued to read the Histories of the Humans?" Ares extended out a large tan hand for her to shake. "You are a young thing. Do I know your father?"

"... I do understand that everything has a smell, but I'm STILL confused. Please explain it with ... um a KID understanding it idea plz. And don't know my own dad 'cause I ain't seen him since like 10 years ago," Raito said.

Ares cocked his head to the side. "You smell good. Like an Angel should be." He said it a bit slowly so she could understand. Enyo chuckled in the background, Ares snaking his arm around his wife to silence her.

"Most people ask if we are serious about being Sister and brother as well as wife and husband." Enyo snickered. "I've got daddy issues too though. Never did like Zeus." Ares shook his head but stayed silence.

"Were do you live?" Ares voice was thick and hung heavy in the night air.

Enyo snorted, "Ya like that's not Chester the Child Molester speaking."

"I live alone, for you nollage, 'cause I'm old enough to take care of myself," Raito said. "And thank for the complement."