<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>: Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol<br/><hr/><br/><br/>John turned his head and regarded Carol with an arched brow when she told him the name of the straws. She had first said fries, then French fries.<br/><br/>“French?” John queried. “How in Gaia are the French involved with this food? The cowards couldn’t win a war much fry potatoes!”<br/><br/>John then frowned, thinking over his last exclamation. He had to sink deep into his memory, combing through the wars he had fought for several centuries. “Eh…there was that Bonaparte fellow…” He then grabbed a slice of pizza, the cheese making a shoestring bridge from the silver platter to his mouth.<br/><br/>The pizza was whittled away, disappearing into his mouth like paper in a paper shredder. He swallowed his food and took a gulp from the Dew can before answering Carol’s question. “The gods do not eat the way mortals do unless you’re a clown like Dionysus…”<br/><br/>John’s lips parted in a partial grin as he recalled his half-brother. “As a god, you don’t need to eat, but at times, the worshippers will sacrifice goats, cows, pigs, or the fruit of their harvest to you, and you’d consume their offerings. There is also ambrosia, the nectar of the gods. It is what makes us immortal. It’ll have you in a drunken stupor on first sip, and you must finish it or forfeit your immortality.”<br/><br/>He chuckled at the memory. “We tend to have a celebration whenever it’s time to drink, and everyone gets drunk off their asses.”<br/><br/>Those were his most favorite memories of home. There was a warm smile brightening his features. It might have been the happiest she’d ever see him, but it was short-lived as he recalled where he was and what had brought him here. His dark brows lowered back over his eyes in another scowl as he grabbed a second slice of pizza.<br/><br/>“What of you, Carol?” he questioned. He took a bite from the pizza and turned in his chair to face her. He rested his arm upon the backrest and clarified, “What of your family? Are they like you?”