Zeus loved his weekends. His staff knew better than to call him unless he was needed, and they were good enough that he usually wasn't. So his Saturday nights were his.
He'd been to this bar once or twice, he loved the atmosphere it had, and that brought him back. He made his way to the bar, ordering himself some scotch and surveying the room. He could sense another Greek nearby, but wasn't terribly keen on meeting them. Likely, it would end in a fight, and he'd rather not have this place destroyed.