Ch. 91: The Gorgon's Pub
The car pulled up to the curb in one of the liveliest parts of the city, neon lights flickering and reflecting off the wet pavement. The night was dark and cold, but the streets buzzed with energy. I stepped out alongside Zeus and Poseidon, my two brothers, who were already laughing and exchanging stories. My eyes scanned the building ahead of us, the sign glowing brightly in the night.
"The Gorgon's Pub," I muttered, reading the name out loud. Quite fitting for a place where gods and mortals alike might seek both pleasure and trouble.
Zeus laughed as if the sight of the pub itself stirred up memories. "Remember this place? We got thrown out for indecent behavior at least how many times?"
Poseidon raised his fingers lazily, counting. "Four, maybe five. But yeah, it was always worth it."
