Quetzalcoatl took a long, long drink from the bottle of vodka he'd stashed behind the trash cans. Meetings between immortals were never without tensions and petty bickering, but at least the building wasn't on fire. That had to count for something.
The woman sitting at the table caught his eye, as she observed the talking gods without saying anything. Quetzalcoatl sat down beside her.
"You're Greek, aren't you?" he said, smiling. "You've got that look about you. Not a lot of your compatriots here."