"He told me the other day," Oliver said dully. "I think he's known... about a year?" He sighed, lifting his drink to take a large gulp. The couple of shots he'd had before, along with the generous helping of rum mixed with the coke was starting to hit home, making everything seem a bit brighter and fuzzier. "It's someone called... Hnossa? I have no bloody idea who that is..."
"How the hell did we both end up with one?" he asked finally. "Seems bloody unlikely. You sure you don't have a God shacked up in your head?" he raised his eyebrows in her direction as he took another gulp of his drink and plonked it back down on the bar. "Also," he continued. "They're all got egos the size of a planet! I don't get on with Gods, I've decided."