Mercedes was used to her daddy's antics.
From throwing her into the ocean to the two riding the chariot at full speed before jumping out so she would be forced to drive. Mercedes dealt with it all, but one she was not ready to deal with was Ares coming home drunk.
It was late at night, Mercedes was sleeping when the door banged open and Ares stumbled before landing in her king-size bed. Mercedes turns on her bedside lamp. "Daddy?" her daddy's chiton was halfway off, helmet lopsided, his face was flushed and he smelled of alcohol.
Ares looks at Mercedes and sits up. Mercedes does the same, using a blanket to cover her nudity. "Catalina?" Ares kisses Mercedes, not their usual pecks but the passionate way you kiss a lover. "I can't believe you're alive," Ares slurs "you have to see Mercedes, she looks so much like you."
"Daddy, it's me. It's Mercedes." Ares stares and realizes his mistake.
"Sorry Mercedes." he mumbles, Mercedes slips on a sports bra for decency while telling him that it was okay.
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General FictionBecause Misfit Adventures part 5 was mysteriously deleted. This is basically fandom crack and whatever amusing stuff happens in life.
