The Bar at the End of the Universe

"Oh, isn't this nice?"

Hades walked into the bar with ease, no confusion, no upset, just as if he was walking into any other bar, in any other time, in any other circumstance. He wasn't surprised to be walking into the bar-well, perhaps not that bar in particular, sure, but he had been looking for a nice drink. He glanced back, noting the exits-because he could see the exit-before going to the bar and sitting down. Around him, the shadows seemed to settle as well, and he smiled a bit.

"What does a God have to do to get a glass of wine?" He asked, and there it was in front of him, "Ah. Ask, and ye shall receive. What a wonder," He took up the glass and drank it down, placing it back on the bar with a satisfied sigh, "And another?" And he was provided with more.

He was going to like this place. He was sure of it.

Ask and ye shall receive - apparently it worked around the Bar for things other than distractions.

Oizys had asked for a satellite dish, and woke up to a remote on the pillow beside her, which worked a rather nice sized flat screen TV now in her sitting room. She had  Moments of our Existence and Different Dimension and County General any time she wanted them... Sure, they might not be the shows she was used to, but it looked like there was  still amnesia and boobjobs, which was enough.  Soaps were full of misery, and she ate it up.

Little did she know, with the set up came a price - the lock to her door had been disengaged, and the outside of it had a rather flowery sign, reading "Misery Loves Company"... the Bar's idea of a joke, it seemed.

Contently unaware of this, she flicked through channels until she found an appropriately ridiculous day time drama, and sprawled in a recliner to get to know the characters.

( From Death to life, modified... )