“And a gamma,” Deimos interjected as he got back from the rest room and sat on the stool on my right. My head snapped at him and raised a brow at him in question. He shrugged his shoulders, “What? I’m here at the bar, too.”
I blinked, “and?”
He faked hurt as he mocked me with a pained face while dramatically holding his chest, “After all this time, I am hurt that you don’t think of me as the strongest, bravest, most handsome man in the pack.” He pouted, before he looked at Kratos over my shoulder, “No offense.”
I felt Kratos chuckle beside me just as I rolled my eyes playfully at Deimos, “You can’t be all that when Kratos is over here in his full glory,” I winked.
Deimos motioned for the bartender to give him a shot, and the latter did so without another word. The former then looked at
