It would quickly become apparent to everyone in the room that they were not gods. Despite the togas and robes. Fred's “lightning staff” was just a Tazer on a broomstick. Thor was Andy dressed up as the comic book character carrying a sledgehammer he got at Home Depot. There were seventeen Jesuses, highlighted by the bearded woman Jesus. Even the lady with six arms was just a mutant (four of them hung limply at her sides). The Japanese emperor sat in the corner sipping tequila through a straw. A man dressed as the African god Bumba hunched over a potted fern vomiting up a brownish mix of nearly every liquor stocked at the bar. Krishna was actually a god, but he was the only one who wasn't posturing as such.

The stereo belted out Nirvana, and a group of Greek deities danced with their Roman counterparts. Rommel forced his was across the dance floor, inadvertently brushing against the exposed breast of an Egyptian goddess. Somebody had let 50 doves loose in the hall, and they busily crapped away on the unsuspecting dancers.

Rommel nodded to Krishna on the way out. There had to be a better party somewhere.

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Next: Chapter 3 - City