This one's for you Dragongirl!
Like I said, bonus chapters. Only about three but hey. If you don't mind the ending will be bad. I don't like endings. Or goodbyes.
Have a nice day.
Ares scowled at the camera. His eyes flickered and flashed as the flames grew.
"Right. Some punk 'nominated' me for Ice Bucket Challenge. Can't you mortals leave me out of this stuff? Anyway, I'm gunna have ta do it, or my girlfriend will gimme a makeover."
"Ares!? You don't like my makeovers?"
Ares went pale.
"Yeah, darling. I, er, love them! I just don't want ta… ta inconvience ya!" he struggled with eth big word, hoping his spectacular lexicon might delay the inevitable makeover.
There was a tinkly laugh off-screen.
"Oh, its okay! I don't mind. Maybe after that, I can give you one!"
The war god had never been so terrified.
"ER," he cleared his throat. "Um, I'll finish this. Oh! I have an appointment with a man in Austria!" he smiled, more of a grimace, off-screen.
Before his beloved could respond, he ploughed on with his speech.
"I'm gunna nominate Phobos. Bye punks."
He picked up the mammoth bucket and held it over his big, thick head. He grinned and tipped it over himself. A deluge of mostly chips of ice cascaded out, hitting the god's head with hollow thuds.
Ares frowned and shook his head, ice flying out, a few pinging off the camera.
he opened one eye and scooped out a lump of ice with one finger. He flicked it away with as much disgust as he could.
"Are you ready, honey?" Aphrodite called. Ares face, which had just recovered from its last blood-subtraction, went paler than a sheet.
"I'm off to Australia!" he cried and, grabbing the camera, ran for it.
Just before it cut, Aphrodite could be seen approaching from the right as Ares hurtled over a mountain of lipsticks.
"Bye, honey!"