"Same here," Oliver quickly told the bartender, waiting for the man to hurry off before he ducked his head closer to Lydia's to speak to her. "Wait, wait. Back up a second. Abigail is Aphrodite now?"
Just how common was this crap? How had he had no clue of any of it until now and then suddenly the world and its dog seemed to have some kind of ancient God living in them? Lydia would turn out to be Zeus or something at this rate. Oliver blinked at her, rubbing a hand across his forehead before he sighed and slumped a little, hand falling to squeeze hers gently.
"I'm sorry," he told her. He didn't add 'I told you so' because, in light of his own predicament, which turned out to way too similar to his friends, that would probably get him sent to hell forever. "That's complete bollocks. What you gonna do?"
The bartender returned with the next round of drinks.