Much had done a lot of really unexpected things lately, from coming back to life in a park and nearly getting eaten by a goose, to spilling his guts to Marian on the roof to asking Leila out to dancing on stage at a party thrown by gods. Recently, he'd made life even weirder by applying for a job under his real name.
But it was a bar for folk of myth and legend so it had seemed only right. And gods. Gods too.
Much had never been surrounded by as many gods as he'd been surrounded by at the party, and felt out of his depth, and figured the best way to deal was chuck himself right in the deep end.
"Ay," he said, in greeting, to the man behind the bar. "How y'doing? I'm Much, here about a job."