* Okay this is an idea I thought of when I was in 10th grade. I wrote it all out and decided what the hell, might as well see if anybody gets a kick out of it. This fic has no real point to it, I just wrote this because I was happy when they changed Ares vest. Hope you get a kick out of it.*

It was a beautiful humid day and wars were a brewing. Just how Ares had liked it. It was just the occasional wars against Sparta and Athens. He decided to join in for fun. There was passion, there was bloodlust and it did the body good. 'Oh damn, I got blood on my vest,' he pronounced, 'Guess I'll use the Laundromat.' He arrives at Olympus where a sign displays OLYMPUS LAUNDRY CREW.

'Hello welcome to Olympus Laundromat, you supply the clothes and we clean them free of charge,' The young priestess greeted him, 'How may I help you?'

'I'm wearing a vest I need to get clean. I'll pick it up at 2:00. Remember I want it done by 2:00 pressed and ready to go,' He said before taking it off and handing it to the priestess. He then left and waited until 2:00 completely bare chested. He went back to pick up his vest, and since he was bare chested, the priestess began to drool.

'I'm here to pick up my vest.' He said and realized the girl wasn't paying attention.

'Uhhhhhhh, what did you say?' The priestess asked as she came back to reality.

'I said I'm here to pick up my vest.' He told her a bit peeved at this point.

'Well we sort of had a problem with that,' She said as she began to look down at the floor.

'What do you mean you had a problem?' He looked at her with pure intensity.

'Well it kind of disappeared ...,' She started to say.

'What do you mean it disappeared?' He asked in spite.

'Well when we were drying it.......it......uh, um...it.'

'Out with it damn it!' He yelled. She was petrified at that moment.

'It uh, it went up in flames. What's left of it is a pile of dust,' She quickly said.

'WHAT!?!?!' He was so outraged that the earth shook as he yelled. The priestess ran into the back and when she came back she brought a new vest.

'We do have a new one that's unused and it would look splendid on you,' She tried to convince him.

'Fine I guess it will have to do.' So he slipped it on and forever more washed his own Laundry. Rumor had it that he barely ever took off that vest.

The end

Disclaimer: In actuality the vest wasn't burned to a crisp, but was kept by the priestess herself during the production of this story.