Athena's hackles were up. Flatmate? She wasn't stupid, you know. She knew that flatmate meant that this... tall... busty, pretty redhead would be living there. With him. Alone. Doing things like sleeping and drinking beer and taking showers and watching tellie late into the night. Together. Without her. And if Athena was no Elle, then she certainly was no... River. What kind of name was that, anyway?

"Uh, um...River? Have ya met my girlfriend, Athena? Ath, love," he reached to touch her, "this is River. My flatmate...she, uh, she just moved in. I didnt' get the chance to, uh, tell you yet."

Oh, and now he wanted to touch her. Athena took a step just outside of his reach, her arms folding over her chest. The Grecian witch was always looking for a fight, a contest, a competition. But she never knew how to compete with girls like these.

"Yeah, funny that you'd forget," she said, glaring at him with a sharp, icy blue stare.

"Nice to meet you Athena. Sorry about all this, if I had known that you two were going to be all snuggly, I would have just gone straight upstairs and bothered the boys."

Her eyes darted over to this new threat. Athena was, much like the creatures she spent so much time with, rather territorial, or so it seemed. And the thought of this.... woman, who was more of a woman than Athena could ever be, living with the boy whom she had just risked something on, and wanted to keep on risking things on... She didn't know what to do with that.

One thing was for certain. There was nothing "nice" about this meeting.

"Yeah," she replied to the redhead. "Don't worry about it."

She paused.

"We weren't 'snuggly,'" Athena replied. Perhaps that was more towards Darby. There probably wouldn't be much more "snuggling" going on in that room anytime soon.