<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Briefing Room<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Wasp<br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong>Any chance you brought some for the rest of us, killer?</strong><br/><br/>John gazed across the room at the young woman whose voice had travelled in his direction. There was a cheese, fry burger half-gorged in his mouth as—despite her sweet, little smile—he gazed at her as though she had said something stupid. His face was devoid of enthusiasm as his jaws adjusted further allowing him to scarf the burger. His cheeks inflated with beef, cheese, bread and fries as his molars ground it down into a substance he could swallow. The teenager gulped the burger and his brows pinched together with irritation as he replied, “No.”<br/><br/>John then flaunted a mocking happy-go-lucky smile at her before he dismissed her presence by averting his eyes from her and went onto the next burger. Who did she think she is asking the God of War to share? It was preposterous. He didn’t share with anyone—maybe Carol, but that was an entirely different case. The other dark-skinned woman was overstepping her bounds thinking he’d share food with her. Did he look like the care bear type? John didn’t think so. It had been his offering any way. Not hers.