“Hey, crazy ass step-monster!” Athena shouted with an surprising grin, while entering into the Callahan household, pleased with the echo of her voice throughout the home. This was how their friendship went: Athena and Fallon dragged each other, sounded like children around one another but genuinely, through the deeper layers in their interior, they simply loved each other like best of friends did. There was no doubt in the back of her mind over how Athen wouldn’t take a bullet for both Fallon and Rowan. She wouldn’t even flinch. Those were her people, her best friends and the only people who seemed to understand Athena on the deepest emotional but hidden level to her. Further walking into the home, the brunette found herself in the kitchen, setting down a bottle of vodka and instantly opening the fridge in an attempt to find something pleasing to eat. “Listen, I’ve finished yet another case and didn’t even have any time to eat,” she comments dryly with such useless details, nose scrunching while looking further into the fridge when before coming to a flatline. Instantly defeated, she groaned before shutting the fridge, “Did all of the hooligans eat the food again or is it this new ‘pregnancy’ diet everyone in Hollywood is talking about?” Immediately throwing air-quotes around pregnancy, arms crossing over her chest before looking over her shoulder. “Your glow is so natural.” Sarcasm was laced heavily and clearly dripping from her statement moments prior.