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.”
I glanced between them, mildly incredulous. “Thrown out? Indecent behavior?” These two had always been unpredictable, but getting tossed out of a club seemed excessive even by their standards. But then again, I wasn’t exactly one to judge. There was no rush tonight, no immediate threat. This was one of the few moments I had where I could actually breathe. Perhaps, for once, I could let loose a bit.
“Do you think Lady Perisa will still be out for us?” Zeus asked, eyes gleaming with excitement. The anticipation of a possible confrontation clearly excited him.
Poseidon stroked his chin, pretending to mull it over. “If she’s still alive, she will be. She never forgives easily.”
“Why not just go to another place?” I asked, my voice more distant, the old Hades in me still slipping through.
Zeus and Poseidon both turned to me, looking horrified by the suggestion. “Are you serious? This is the best club around! It’s got everything— music, drinks, strippers.” Zeus winked, and Poseidon nodded in solemn agreement.
I blinked. Strippers? On Olympus? I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised by Zeus’ enthusiasm, but Poseidon? That threw me off a bit. But then again, I was back in time, things weren’t the same as I had once perceived. Maybe this was just how they were before… before everything went to hell.
Without responding, I started toward the club entrance. Zeus let out a loud whoop and Poseidon followed closely behind me, a rare smile tugging at his lips. The building was adorned with flashing lights, illuminating the entrance, but oddly enough, there was no bouncer at the door. The place was quiet from the outside, almost eerie considering it was supposed to be a loud, bustling club.
Soundproofing, I thought. That had to be it.
I knocked twice on the heavy wooden door. After a moment, it creaked open, revealing a massive red eye staring back at us. Loud, thumping music immediately poured out, filling the air with the unmistakable disco beats.
The eye belonged to a cyclops, hulking and awkward in a brightly colored beach shirt. “Uh, oh crap! It’s… it’s you guys. I mean, sirs. I mean, gods of Olympus!” The cyclops stammered in panic, his single eye widening with recognition.
He shut the door in our faces, leaving us standing there for a moment before reopening it, now sweating profusely. “Uh, yeah, sorry about that. But, uh… madam says you’re not allowed here. Rules are rules, y’know?”
“So guys, I’m guess–”
Before I could finish Zeus and Poseidon called out to me from inside the club. “Hey! What’s the hold-up? Did he say come on in or not?” Zeus called out. “Didn’t he?” He said again more forcefully.
The cyclops chuckled nervously as he broke into sweat and scratched at his bald head. “Um, did I. Fuck me.”
I guess no harm could come from it. I stepped inside, Poseidon grabbing my arm and dragging me along toward the main entrance. Zeus was already in high spirits, practically skipping down the hall.
The moment we stepped into the club, the full chaos of the place hit me. It was a sprawling expanse of flashing lights, pounding music, and a sea of bodies dancing and swaying to the rhythm. I felt an overwhelming surge of energy, the life of the place creeping into me despite my usually calm demeanor. It was… invigorating.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been in a place like this,” I said aloud, more to myself than anyone else.
Poseidon slapped me on the back with a grin. “That’s why Zeus dragged us here. You’ve been holed up too long.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, curiosity bubbling up. “I thought you didn’t like me.”
Poseidon’s expression shifted slightly, a glimmer of something unreadable passing over his face. “Is that why you…?”
I stopped myself before saying too much. Now wasn’t the time to confront him, not when I still needed to understand his motives. Poseidon stared back at me, his gaze intense, as if he was waiting for me to finish the sentence. But instead, I shifted gears.
Poseidon gave me a strange look, clearly not expecting that. “Why I what? It’s true that we are not on good terms but just for Zeus and old times sake I’ll play along.” he muttered, though I could tell the sentiment wasn’t entirely genuine.
The music roared on, and we made our way to the VIP section, Zeus dancing ahead of us with great fervor. Everywhere I looked, there were people laughing, shouting, and drinking, the atmosphere so alive it was almost suffocating. This was a world I’d avoided before, but now I couldn’t help but feel a small part of me start to enjoy it.
Zeus spun around, catching my eye. “Woah! Did you just laugh, Hades?” he asked, as if the sight of me smiling was akin to spotting a shooting star.
I hesitated, the memory of who I used to be creeping up on me. I had always been distant, closed off— both as a person and as a god. But now, having been through everything I had, something had changed. I was no longer content to live in the shadows of my past. I wasn’t just Hades. I wasn’t just the god of the underworld. I was… different.
“Well, maybe I did,” I admitted, my smile small but real.
Zeus whooped loudly and threw his arms up in celebration. “See! I knew we could turn you into a party animal!”
Poseidon, though, still seemed perplexed, his eyes narrowing in thought. He was always calculating, always thinking ahead. I had to be careful around him. But for tonight, just tonight, maybe I could let my guard down— just a little.
We reached our seats in the VIP section, and attendants immediately rushed over to take our orders. As we settled in, the night felt full of possibility, full of unknowns. But amidst the music and laughter, one thought remained clear in my mind: I wasn’t going to let history repeat itself.
Not this time.
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