He was distracted from the conversation a total of half-a-second by a ridiculously attractive woman in ridiculously tight jeans somewhere on the other side of the bar. It was half-a-second, barely a blink of an eye, but when his attention went back to Marijuana, he wasn’t at all prepared for what he said and wished he had that half-a-second to have prepared himself for it. War, a female? He stared at Marijuana for a bit. War causing an altercation among mankind was possible. Hell it was more than possible; it actually happened and it happening again was only a matter of time. War causing an altercation among New Gods and Christian Gods was even more likely than an impending Apocalypse—which people dealt with on a daily basis. But War, a female? Last he had seen War was, well, with balls the size of a cow's eyes on dope.
Guns laughed; a surprised bark of a laugh. “You’re joking.” He stopped laughing when he remembered that he too changed forms many centuries ago. (He hadn’t turned female but he did grow fur.) Then he shook his head again, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Guns liked sex. He liked sex so much he tried to get laid twice a day by different people he met. Guns picturing War as a female in his head only conjured images of the sexiest Playboy playmate he had ever laid eyes on, riding a horse, with a certain fuck-off attitude only a harbinger of death could possibly manage. It was really hot. Guns cleared his throat and immediately thought of dead geese run over by lawn mowers. “Fuck, that’s ridiculous.”
But he could get over it some other time. Preferably in the privacy of his own home. Right now, Marijuana had a God vs God situation he was bothered by and Guns was still on the fence about how he felt about it. Right then, Guns was feeling the complacence that Marijuana felt and was comfortable with being as indifferent as Marijuana seemed to be. But then again, anything that involved Nuclear Power meant more and more of her as the star of the nightly news and Guns didn’t like that. He was stubborn about not liking that. “I don’t know, man. I really really don’t like Nuclear Power.”