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.