The bouncer didn’t even pretend to glance at the guest list. “Your name’s not on here.”
“Oh, come on,” said Prometheus. “I’m sure my invite got lost in the mail.”
The bouncer tapped his clipboard. “If your name isn’t on the list, there’s not a lot I can do for you, pal.”
A handsome man in an impeccably tailored suit, wearing a golden crown that shone with blinding light, stepped past Prometheus. The glowing man was accompanied by a beautiful woman on each arm.
“Helios, party of three,” he said.
“Helios, bro, it’s me,” said Prometheus.
Helios didn’t quite look at Prometheus. “Oh, hello. Didn’t see you there.”
“Can you do me a favor and tell this guy I belong in there?”
Helios frowned, and his crown of light dimmed. “Is your name on the list?”
“Don’t do me like that.”
“I’d like to help, brother,” said Helios, “but you did bring this on yourself.”
“How many eons before the family gets over that?” asked Prometheus.
“You’re the foresight guy. You tell me.”
The bouncer undid the velvet rope and allowed Helios into the party.
Prometheus scowled at the bouncer. “Your wife is going to cheat on you with your brother.”
“Piss off, pal.”
Prometheus crossed the street, sat on a bus bench, and watched the party fill up. When he was feeling down on himself, that damn buzzard would appear. It cawed and spread its wings.
The terrible black bird flew away.
The gods were throwing a gala across town, and if he hurried, he could arrive fashionably late. His invitation had probably been lost in the mail. He knew better, but he convinced himself it was worth a shot. He had to be wrong one of these times.
With fresh optimism in his heart and a hungry vulture flying overhead, he hailed a taxi.